[Book 1 of the A Throne To Kill For series]
"You clearly have never been an heir to a throne before."
"Is it that obvious?"
The car explosion should never have happened. Frankie Parker had no idea it would happen, that her aunt would be drunk and try to drive her to aid her friend. But that's what happened.
That's how Frankie died.
Except she didn't.
Frankie wakes up in an unfamiliar world with people informing she's the last of a cult named the Magicks, the rulers of the land and claiming to have known her mother and know plenty about Frankie as well. Including her destiny and fate. The girl is confused, wanting to do her part, but also having the desire to go home.
That's where Cas Vendetta, professional thief, gang leader, gunslinger, and out of practice telepath and alchemist, steps in. Cas is charming, funny, and daring. And everything else that Frankie wants in a friend.
The 2 bond quickly, and work together, along with some others to figure things out. For a while, things go well.
And then they don't.
Enter William 'Raven' Bloodthorn, right hand man (well, more of a boy) to the Wraith Emperor (an extremely cruel and ruthless ruler with no regard for anyone other than himself). The boy is a part vampire-necromancer and an emotionless monster.
Raven is determined to hunt Frankie down on the Wraith Emperor's orders for the sins of her mother, and because the girl is the only person alive who can kill him.
The lad seems not to care for anyone or anything other than the service to the Wraith Emperor.
But one thing most tales have failed to tell is the villain's story.
Because, in truth, a villain is not born.
Villains are made.
Now, Frankie must right the wrongs of her mother, evade Raven, and kill the Wraith Emperor, all while keeping herself and her friends alive.
And perhaps regain her rightful throne.
Even if she doesn't want it (okay yeah, she really doesn't want it).
BOOK ONE:
Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was.
The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving.
Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic.
It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it.
Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is.
I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.