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Malicious Tales
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Complete, First published Dec 06, 2011
Two worlds on seperate edges of the earth. The dark and the light, both moving in time with the sun and the moon. 
The Fallen are that of black arts; vampires, zombies, faeries, morphs, daemons, above them all, the Necromancers. 
The Risen are light to their dark. Elementalists, all of them, each controlling a different power. Ice, Water, Fire, Earth, Energy and Wind.
 
Each member of both Light and Dark have their unique talents, all of which could be used to help the world in different ways if they tried together. But it appears light and dark were not meant to coexist and so their war has waged for millenia. 
For those people caught in between, the hybrids, halfbreeds, fledgings, whichever you wish, the war is just life. This is the story of four hybrids, Malice Ruin, Necromancer and Fire Elemental, Felix Fayt, Faerie and Ice Elemental, Salem Stone, Daemon and Earth Elemental, and Fallon, Morph and Wind Elemental, as they live on the run from both Risen and Fallen. 
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Before the Fae carved the Veil and before the first witch drew a circle, there was the Pulse - the heartbeat of the world itself. From that pulse came all magic: light, shadow, life, and death. When death was born, something had to guide it - to keep the dead from clinging to life. That consciousness was the Sleeper. But over time, the Sleeper began to envy life. Every soul it ferried whispered fragments of what it meant to be, to love, to feel. And so, it began to hoard souls instead of releasing them - building a kingdom of the dead beneath the living world. The gods called it blasphemy. The witches called it a mistake of creation. So, two covenants of witches came together and bound him. The two covenants were the black witches and the red witches They sealed him beneath Lunaris, the academy built over the ruins of that ancient battlefield. And then the prophecy whispered: "When red seeps into black, the Sleeper will wake - and bow."