Ambrosia knew life would never be the same when her father pulled the gun. In a flurry of a night her and her mother fled. To a new town nestled deep in the northern woods. Far away from her mentally unstable father. But Ambrosia should've know life wouldn't be easy. From her mother talking to herself at night, as if there was another person there to the giant black wolf that lingered outside her window. She finds herself caught between a war of two dangerous creatures that should be a fairy tale, but aren't. But she is soon to find out they aren't the only mythical thing around. Book 1 of the Night Wolves duology. Cover by: bitchmafia

"Kill it." He ordered, his voice ice-cold and indifferent. Speechless, all I could do was stare. What was I meant to say? Hi, I'm your daughter, an adult female stuck in a child's body and I've been reincarnated into this world? His eyes were as red a blood, hair as dark as the ocean depths and had a voice that made a chill run down my spine. He was callous, psychotic and had a thirst for blood. My blood. Even worse. I was now his daughter.

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

Golden Writer Competition; ❝Millie, why are we in the early 18th century?!❞ cover made by Tricia Dehler