Mathilda Evergreen is no one. Third daughter to a wheat farmer, she is forced from her family home at the tender age of eleven. Penniless and with no family, she has no other choice but to offer herself to the service of the Longshires, a prominent family on the coast of Sordis. She is brought up as a maid and companion to their only daughter, Rebecca. Seven years later, Mathilda's life has changed little. She works tirelessly from sun up to sun down. Rebecca has no need of a companion as she is set to wed in a few short weeks. Much to Mathilda's surprise, and horror, Rebecca insists that Mathilda travel with her. Rebecca's betrothed holds a horrific reputation for man handling his female servants. All Mathilda dreams of is freedom. And she may just get it. Mathilda is sent in the first group of caravans, ahead of Rebecca, to prepare for her arrival. A group of barbarians descend upon the small caravan. MIstaken for the Duchess to be, Mathilda is taking as captive. What will happen when it is discovered she is not who they believe her to be? Will the devilishly handsome Tanis throw her to the wolves or will he ravish her himself? Or will she a new freedom....a freedom to love.

#1 Dystopian | #1 Survival | #3 Romance Abandoned by her mother in the midst of a war, Olya is caught in the throes of an uprising and captured by an enemy soldier. Only he won't tell her where he is taking her, because according to his people's laws he cannot look at, speak to, or touch a woman. || My eyes rolled open with a click, like the cocking of a gun--armed, dangerous--and for a brief and merciful moment, I remembered nothing. It took long seconds for the ceiling above to shift into focus-flat and smooth, a panel of shiny steel, almost like a mirror but warped. A distorted reflection gazed back at me, a ghostly white girl in dark clothing, colorless eyes and snowflakes for lashes. Had I always looked like that? Long hair and eyes wild? More of an animal than a girl? I supposed I had. ★✩★ ACHERON AWARDS|1ST PLACE| SOUL AWARDS|1ST PLACE| EXTRAORDINARY AWARDS|2nd Place| LITWITS AWARDS|2nd place| MIDNIGHT AWARDS|2nd place| GRAMMAR AWARDS|Finalist| TRIDENTS AWARDS|Runner Up|

When Ivar meets a girl with flaming red hair and eyes that cannot see, he begins to wonder how a sightless girl can see so much beauty in the world... And in him.

Cyrene worked hard to become Lead Archer of her tribe- the first omega to reach the status of Lead. Yet, in the face of annihilation, her tribe forms an alliance with the strange northern Lobo tribe. But nothing ever comes for free. What price did her King agree to? This story is an omegaverse with dark elements. Please read tags.

As a Dragon Rider with newly acquired mage abilities, Norah Crimson is trying to find her place in the world. But her self-discovery will have to wait after she and her dragon come across evidence of a growing danger that will plunge her planet into a war against the living and the dead. To defeat this new threat, Norah will have to come to terms with her family, her new home, and herself. Sequel to Dragon Rider 1: Legacy in Ruins Cover photo was not created by me. Book is an original with my own ideas and characters :)

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

Five years ago, everything Helena knew was taken from her. She fled from her home in the middle of the night, only her baby brother and young sister left of her slaughtered family. Now, she's preparing to take back what's hers by right. Follow Helena and the people of Eala that strive to restore the rightful Queen to her throne.