Crownreign Stories

❝What would you do, If you saw an angel literally fall from the sky?❞ Bring him home! ʚ¡ɞ Rose Williams is your average teen, with an equally average and normal life. She is not at the top of school's status quo but she isn't at the bottom either. She isn't rich but can afford. She has no issues whatsoever. Her life is normal, plain and ordinary until...... ʚ¡ɞ HIGHEST RANK #141 on Feb 14, 2017

Author: @dc_III Illustrator: @AlseyGrayland Avalonna and Connor Bishop are unknowingly the children of a witch and a human in a world where magic is persecuted and supernatural beings executed. The reign of the Red King and his queen truly began with the murder of Meredith Bishop, the sibling's mother and the last of the witches. 13 years have passed since then and magic has become all but extinct throughout the kingdom... until Avalonna's 21st and Connor's 18th birthday where they both begin to experience the extraordinary for the first time

❝In which a girl wishes her Matchmaker magic would work for her.❞

A school in an underprivileged neighborhood is shut down, and the city has no choice but to send the students to a different school across town. The only problem is that the school is in an affluent neighborhood, and the two sides of town have a deeply entrenched fear and hatred of each other. This is a modern telling of Romeo and Juliet, the story nearly everyone knows, but flipped on its head. A story of Love, Hate, Growth, and everything in between. Was Atlantis doomed to fall from the beginning, or was its ruin due to a series of preventable events? Can Love beat out Hate? Is it possible to grow in a world that seems to be determined to tear you down? Do any of these questions harbor your thoughts? If so this story will speak to you and connect with you in a way that you'll never forget. This story does contain: Censored curse words Adult situations A new chapter will be uploaded every Sunday. The cover is a painting by David Walker, a London based artist.

[Book 1] *Highest Ranking #1 in Stabbing* Ever wonder what happens after Scorpia Rising? Alex Rider will never be the same again. Captured, tortured, then rescued. Everyone is dead, and Alex is just barely hanging on. Mrs. Jones decides to send him to her old collage friend Lucy, who is now married and lives on a farm In Ohio. There she hopes he will recover at least a little of his old self. ----- Warning: this book is going to be pretty gruesome so just a warning people.( This book has torturing, killing, PTSD, and depression) (And no. You don't have to of read the Alex Rider books to read this.) Read on....if you dare. ----- Achievements: - Placed 2nd🥈in the Australian Star Awards FanFic/Action category. (June, 2017) - Placed 2nd🥈in The Golden Star Awards FanFiction category. (October, 2017) - Placed 3rd🥉in the Poe's Awards FanFiction category. (February, 2018) Edited ✔️

When Doubt is the only thing keeping Hope and Trust apart, and Doubt is the reason Hope is fading away... Winner of @Beingwoman 's 'Contest for Woman Empowerment'- Contest 01-Oppression Entry for @Skyizblue 's contest A colossal thank you to @Carol19920 for the splendid cover! Peak ranking so far- #279 in Short Story, #11 in Being Woman.

I was finishing my hair when a shadow filled my doorway. I stood up when I saw who it was, flipping off the curling iron quickly and taking a couple steps back from him. Why he had to come now, I don't know. But I'd be lying if I said I wanted him to leave. "I know it's a bit weird, since you and what's his face are together, that I'm here. But he doesn't tell you how beautiful you are, you told me that, remember? So that's why I'm here. To tell you. In case he forgets to tell you tonight, or doesn't have sense enough to." It was obvious he was nervous, a new look for him. He was fidgeting with the rose in his jacket pocket, but his fingers stopped and he brought his gaze to my eyes. "Charlotte, you are beautiful." Cover made by @graphicunion Thank you for your time. Approved for all audiences, as a YA novel. Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved.