Vassa Stories

Mor is recovering from the war, and very heart losing her friends when she meets Vassa. A woman trapped in the bonds of her firebird curse. Mor's life is blown off course from the moment she lays eyes on this mysterious new woman.

Cavassa Smiths had been mute since the moment her family died in a plane crash. She rarely talks and when she does, it's quieter than a whisper and murmur put together. She speaks through dancing. She feels through dancing. She's a hip-hop-pop-contempary dancer. She's broken. She hates to be touched. She was forced by law to move in with the Kaden's family. 10 boys. 2 girls. Will she ever break out of her shell? Will she ever be fixed? Will she love again? Find out in my story, Try to Dream. ~Vassyyyy

"I woke up in a field of flowers once again. The petals of the colour of violet, lilac, rose. As the sun descended, the sky changed its colours. I watched as a smears of violet painted in the pink sky. Where warriors flew in their winged horses, their beauty illuminating the sky such as stars in the new sky. The sun descended further until it paused above the sea, showing half of its beauty as the ocean sparked the rest. Shadows formed against the light of dawn, the lady holding the warrior's scarred hand as they ruled in glory, the Court of Dusk." ***** The story of the third sister.