Supers: Where to Turn?
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  • Reads 15
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 26m
Ongoing, First published Jun 12, 2015
Living the life of a Super has never been easy, especially with the Normals always breathing down their necks. Ever since Christa could remember, they have always been at war with one another.

With Christa being a typical teenage being with super abilities everything seems to be the way she wants it, until her life totally changes. This is her story.

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Dull Colours [EDITED EDITION]

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[EDITED EDITION] Hera could no longer hear the clicking of her heels as she walked towards the Magic Fountain, the fountain that would protect her from possession of a Conjured. The floor here was still stone like in the hallway, yet it was dead quiet. Her shoes just made no noise. She was so close she could make out the individual strands of magic in the water of the Fountain when she heard the scream. It was shrill and blood-curdling, filled with so much fear it made Hera want to scream herself. Which she did, when she looked up. It was a Conjured. Looking directly at her. ~~~~~ Hera Giala loves books. She kind of sees herself as a background character, necessary to the plot but not really anything special. Yet no amount of reading could have prepared her for what was to come. A war has been waging for centuries. The war between Giala and Conjured - evil, decaying, humanlike creatures with burning blue eyes and a hatred for royals. Royals like Hera, princess of Giala. And now, as the new queen, it's Hera's job to kill them, and not loose herself or the bright colours of her world in the battle for peace.