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Every one hundred years five guys all over the world are chosen between the ages of 17 and 21 to become dragon riders. They are chosen to rise above the dark five that try to wreak havoc and to destroy anything that is good in the world. The only thing that was differnt about this generation of riders was that the first time in 5000 years an 18 year old girl names Alex Leewood has been chosen by a dragon to stand by it's side and fight in the war. what makes her so special that this dragon would choose her? And will she be strong enough to defend the world of its evil?

Hayden, a young boy with the dream to be a dragon rider, tries to help keep the world safe from the evils that have hunted him down since he was a small child. He quickly realizes that he is on the wrong side of the war an has no idea what to do next. This series is full of dwarfs, elves, pirates, barbarians and bone theifs; not to mention dragons. Can Hayden unite Arvain and help free the world from the rule of the Metallic Dragons? Only one way to find out.....

The third part of the Dragon Riders of Arvain Saga. The story takes a lot of turns in this one, hold on tight.

Book 2 of The Dragon Riders of Arvain. A continuation of the epic tale of Hayden and his friends. They now fin themselves at the mercy of the elves and their future is all but certain, they must head back to Celestial City. Even if it means their death.

Justin has to come to terms that he is no longer an S-11 agent. He no longer wears a badge, no longer follows orders. Now he's basically a Rogue with a motley crew of the likes of a hell beast, a polar griffin, and a talking toucan. When the situation begins to go downhill, he must decide whether to follow his morals, or his instincts. (I will edit this crappy thing later sometime) This cover is by the incredible @JanusAenigma who is beyond awesome THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK IN THE SERIES- the first is Forewarned!

Destiny is not guaranteed. It is not written. It is earned. It is lived. Jade was born to fight, to protect, and to lead. She was born of a bloodline destined to bond with a wolf. It was her right. But as the years passed, and as more blood coughed over her lips, she was awakened to the thought that she was not what people wanted her to be. In a society ruled by tradition, Jade must forge her own destiny. But by doing so, she must break every rule she has ever known, she must leave behind everything she has loved. She must die to her past to find her future. ******THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEDITED. JUST LIKE ALL MY OTHER WORKS, PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE OBVIOUSLY HORRIBLE MISTAKES. THIS IS MY FIRST DRAFT.******

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

"His mother's screams remained etched in his mind. He promised himself that night he would never again stand by as people he cared for suffered, and he would one day kill Volcseck. He intended to keep those promises." Falcon Hyatt has a problem. For reasons unknown to him he can wield all the elements, not only basics like fire and water, but also those more advanced, like space and poison. And now the chaos element, the same one his parents' killer Shal-Volcseck wields, has awakened within him, with catastrophic results. To complicate matters, the Suteckh Empire has declared war on the capital cities of Va'siel. Now he must venture out into the world with his friends Lao, Faith, and Aya on a mission to stop the Suteckh from taking over Va'siel, and find his parents killer, as all the while he struggles to suppress his newfound abilities. In his quest Falcon is forced to question what he's really fighting for, where his loyalties lie, and his own character. Is he truly a good person, or an even more dangerous menace than the dreaded Shal-Volcseck? Element Wielder is the story of faith, love, and a young man's struggle to continue on his quest, when surrendering to his emotions and giving up is so much easier.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.