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Sequel to Sirina Rose Potter After an entire year of hiding her true identity, will Sirina, Harry, and their friends be able to keep up the charade? With Voldemort on the rise, will Sirina manage to keep herself safe? Will she be able to cope with the stresses of being a teenager, as well as dealing with her prophecy?

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When Vladimir Jordan was forced to trade in his perfect life in Sunny Northern California for a dull Suburban Town in Washington, He decided to give up. Give up the girls, the fast cars, even his art. Vlad wanted nothing more than to bide out his last year of high school and go on his way to UCLA, his dream college. Apparently the Fates had a different plan, forgoing all of his hopes to fade into the background, when a blonde highlighted goddess, Xia, shows interest in him in U.S. History. Learning this, her twin isn’t happy, and when Lexi’s not happy People Die. Vlad is jerked into a world of Mystery and Vogue shrouded by an age old secret and a civilization that not even Mother Nature could ignore. Vlad is in a race against time as citizens are picked off one by one, violently, to understand the secret of Blackwood, Washington and to unravel, the one question everyone is asking: Who are Ivory Fanged?

"Whats this room?" She asked Zac curious as a couple of men looked in their direction and then went back to their task ignoring them too busy copying down information. "This right here is the Monster Room. Wanted posters and documents come from across the world here and are given ranks. If you look over to your left, do you see those boards right there?" She looked and sure enough, there were three boards. Although the board didn't exactly seem to fit. It was actually the entire left wall that had been divided into three with two dark lines of paints. Filling each part of that wooden wall were posters pinned with tacks and even knives, in one case a shuriken. Where there weren't papers there was just an assortment of holes were some had once hung. "This is full of requests for the termination of monsters throughout serv. It's categorized into ranks, Onion, Blade, and Crown ." "Those are ranks?" She looked at him blankly. Was he testing a joke on her? It was almost funny. It just wasn't. Maybe he was a new recruit in the world of humor. "No, it's not a joke. When you and your party are ready to fulfill some bounties on your own you will start out fulfilling onion quests. When you're more experienced and powerful you will be part of the blade group and if you ever become a superior fighter you will be taking down creatures of the Crown group. For now, you better work hard to even be in the onion rank." "Which group are you in?" She looked up at him hopeful for some more information. He didn't answer just walked away