Slave to humans all her life, Argentum longs for freedom. When an opportunity finally arises, she finally escapes alongside Rutilus. But in the wild, one needs to know how to be a real dragon in order to survive. Lucky for them, an ancient dragon takes pity on them, and takes them under his wing. But it is not as easy as that. As Argentum and Rutilus learn more about their own species, as well as the ancient dragon's own past, they are plunged head first into a battle against kings as they try to right ancient wrongs, and by doing so, the fate of all dragons are in their talons. Cover was made by @Shreya_VA - thank you so much! Highest Rankings: 31st in fantasy - 6th of November, 2017 34th in fantasy - 8th of November, 2017 39th in fantasy - 18th of December, 2017 45th in fantasy - 5th of November, 2017 48th in fantasy - 17th of October, 2017

A fan fiction based off of Crystal Scherer's story, 'Upon Wings of Change'. After the lab was abandoned by the flock, all of the eggs were assumed to be dead. No one remained to care for one last egg still clinging to life deep within the facility. Hatching alone and with no memory of his past, a silver dragonet sets out to try and survive in a world changed by alien invasion. And when tragedy strikes, he struggles to learn to forgive... and to build a friendship out of his hate. Many, many thanks to Pheonix for the cover art! :D

"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.

REWRITE OF ELECTRIC CAT. Jamie brown and her brothers, William and Chase have stumbled into a war between vampires and werewolves, favouring the wolves of Willows' Moon Pack. But being werecats, where do they fit in with this mess of tooth and claw?