In a society of werewolves where upon birth the Moon Goddess reveals a pups destiny in their pack, Vanessa Dracon, daughter to Alpha Rowen, the Alpha of the formerly feared Silver Moon pack, is treated as an outsider in her own pack all because the moon goddess declared her destiny so powerful she needed to discover it herself, only revealing that with her destiny comes powers she must protect and guard it from those who would use it for evil. She took her sight, but left her with a secret that lets her see more than anyone in existence.
The Goddess took something valuable from Vanessa as a barrier, so she would not be exposed to the evils of the world, so she remained pure until her time of glory came and she would receive her stolen gift. But the very prophecy that she declared upon her was what made her a castout, revealing her to the sadness of the world.
Now 19 she has bloomed into a beautiful, feisty young women, though still blind, in the general sense at least, has activated many of her gifts, though her abilities are kept a secret. Her father is the last living person to know of the prophecy and she has not even told him her abilities. But as the Alpha King travels to his neighboring packs, he demands a tribute of one wolf of his choosing from each pack. But to his surprise he ends up finding more than just a tribute in the Silver Moon Pack.
Will he discover Vanessa's secret and exploit it? I don't know. Will he declare her his mate and treat her as his equal? It's possible. Will he take her as a slave for his own twisted uses? Maybe. Will he fall desperately in love with her and run off into the sunset. Probably not. Vanessa's life is about to change. But she plans on making it hell for anyone involved.
After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
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