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Josh dreams of dragons. He thinks it's just a welcome escape from everyday life. Until one morning, he wakes up with scales, wings, and a tail. Josh faces a harsh new reality: he has become something that shouldn't exist outside the pages of his fantasy books. Sure, he can fly and breathe fire, but being a dragon isn't easy. Ripped from his formerly quiet life, Josh soon learns that he's not alone. He then finds himself entangled in a hidden world of dragons and magic, plots and evil, allies and betrayal. All the while, Josh must deal with changes to more than just his appearance. New instincts and abilities threaten his hope of holding onto even his own family, and among this chaos, he has to choose a side in a conflict with everything at stake. With his life turned upside down, Josh must come to terms with his new identity. Because powerful forces beyond his comprehension will soon endanger everything he cares about. Edited version available for purchase here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09LSMB9W1 * * * "In the center of my vision was a red, scaly muzzle. I blinked a few times, and it refused to go away. With a frantic rustle of sheets, I bolted out of bed and promptly fell flat on my stomach. Right in front of my face, I saw a clawed forepaw lying on the carpet; it was mine..." || HIGHEST #1 IN TRANSFORMATION || || HIGHEST #7 IN DRAGON || || HIGHEST #104 IN FANTASY ||

Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm always safe. I always know where I am. But not today, it was so dark, all I could see was a suffocating darkness around me. Aria my wolf huffed in annoyance when even she couldn't see a thing or couldn't pick up a scent around us. 'Ophelia, what's happening?' she muttered. 'I don't know' I whispered back aloud. The words had barely left my mouth when I heard something running quickly in our direction. I ran, not knowing what direction I was going. I tripped over something and fell flat on my face. Feeling a presence behind me I screamed and tried to crawl away...

The locals had warned me that no one in their right mind would enter the North Woods alone, not unless they had a death wish. It's a good thing then that I am not in my right mind. Fear had prevented me from returning to this place for years, but the nightmares depriving me of sleep threatened to steal what little sanity I had left, leaving me with no other choice than to confront the source of my apprehension. I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. That I was ok. I needed the nightmares to stop. But in order for that to happen, I needed to uncover my lost memories. The North Woods held answers, of that much I was certain. So here I stand, ready to face my past. If only I could get my legs to move. **FIRST DRAFT - UNEDITED **

Allen Walker(NOT FROM D-GRAYMAN), a 13 year old boy with a dream to become a warrior, just like his Father Argon Walker. And 4 childhood friends will gather together and reclaim what was once theirs. Wonderful tales about adventures and battles against the Empire of Gallamine... But this was not one of those heroic times. The messenger was a soldier of the King, bearing a Blue cloak with a Gold insignia of the King, The Mighty Blue Dragon, on his hands. Allen's mother covered her face with grief and ran inside the house. Allen wanted to cry, but he kept a brave face. His lower lip wouldn't stop trembling. As he extended his hands for the cloak, the messenger unveiled his hoodie and underneath was his Uncle Waller with tears and red nose. Allen ran and hugged him. Not letting him go, thinking he too would suddenly disappear. "Allen... Please take this inside." Said Waller, "I will come back when we have done the ceremony for his burial." Waller kneeled down with his arms extended, offering Allen his fathers cloak. "But... Uncle Waller. What-" I started crying, but kept a brave face. "I understand Uncle *Sniff* I will be brave for the family and Mom." I took the cloak from his hands, and something clicked inside my head. A voice came through to my head, more a whisper than a normal voice. Uncle Waller stood up and walked away. I embraced the cloak, my tears falling on it, as I remembered my fathers scent. "I don't know what happened... But I promise you this Father, I will find the person who did this to you, and make it pay for taking you away from our family". I swore with anger burning in my heart. "I must grow strong, just like Father, Uncle and Grandpa... I will become The strongest Warrior there ever was, you will see Father..." I walked back inside the house. "Allen... You have promise..." Said the whisper, "I will help you grow strong, and get Revenge..." Said the voice with sadness, "You are a very special Kid".

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, with a chill down your spine and a shiver reaching from your head to your toes? Then reaching down for your nice warm duvet, did you discover it mysteriously crumpled at the bottom of your bed? If so, it is my pleasure to tell you that you have been visited by the magical ... Blanketsnatchers. Now don't be scared or alarmed, these wonderful creatures may look strange, but they are the kindest people you could ever hope to meet. They are the friends of children all over the world, and it's they who tidy your rooms at night, making sure everything is as it should be while you sleep, and most importantly, that you have nice dreams. A Blanketsnatcher stands about as tall as a twelve-year-old child, but with arms and legs so long they look like squiggly spaghetti. Their hair only comes in the brightest colours, is completely impossible to keep tidy, and always matches their clever shining eyes. The last thing you really need to know about a Blanketsnatcher before we move on to the story, is their incredibly special stripy jumpers. A Blanketsnatcher is not like us with different outfits for different days, but instead has a single stripy jumper that they will wear all their lives. As each year passes on their birthday all their friends and family will add another stripe, so as the Blanketsnatcher grows older their jumper grows longer and longer. In fact, some of the older Blanketsnatchers have jumpers so long they need sewing up at the bottom and they no longer walk but are carried by magical winged butterfly clips. Once a Blanketsnatcher gets to such an old age, they usually stay in their home of Blanket Town and no longer fly on the duvet whales that take them from their world to ours. That should now be enough for us to be getting on with our story, so let's begin with the story of the first human ever to enter the magical world of the Blanketsnatcher ...

Suddenly there was a huge roar. I take a step back covering my ears, my head spins, it is so loud I can't hear myself think. I stand at the mouth of the cave that yawns wide open on the side of a cave. Its big, bigger than a mountain lion bigger than a bear. And I am about to walk into it's cave. But I HAVE to find out what it is. What if there IS a dragon? It will eat me for sure. but I keep going, I just need to make sure it doesn't see me. I walk to this opening as the path split in two edging me across the wall. I will be careful, silent, it will never know I was even here. There is a rocky cliff side and a drop. I look up from my thought and my eyes lock with gleaming golden eyes. I freeze every muscle in my body locks and I can't move. Towering taller than a building stands something I never thought could exist. A dragon. My heart pounded in my ears as my blood ran cold.

𝘈 𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 [Completed] ➝ You, aka [Name], were the daughter of one of the twelve dancing princesses and cursed to fall asleep like Sleeping Beauty in the day you turn nineteen. You were seven when you first met him out in the woods. You had lost your way in the thicket of trees. That day you both became friends. Days, weeks, months, and years later, you both were best friends. You were sixteen when your mother sent you out, and you were sixteen when you started to realize you were starting to fall for the boy with the golden locks. And you were 18 when you truly realized your time was running out. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● [Name]/you will be 18/19 throughout the story and goldi will be 19 [Name]/you will have she/her pronouns used, and some more "feminine" nicknames this story will be told in second person There will be slight language I don't own the rights to the movie or the characters, just the slight changes to the plot and some original scenes Not all of the movie will be in this book

"What does it mean?" Theodora asked. "It means you're a witch," Mathilda said softly gently putting a hand on her shoulder, "like me." Theodora just sat looking at her companion in surprise. "It's a good thing Teddie." "I didn't believe in witches." "What about dragons Teddie, do you believe in them?" "Not sure about dragons, why?" "The egg you touched hatched and that yellow bird you complained about following you is a baby dragon." Theodora looked around the garden and spotted the dragon. The little dragon chirruped pleadingly. Sit here and don't move. I'll bring the rabbit I was going to stew for dinner. It only took a couple of minutes then she returned with a bowl of meat strips. "Hold a piece of rabbit like this and just be still." Theodora held the meat as instructed and the little dragon floated down turning blue in color and carefully took the offered tidbit. The second piece of rabbit was taken more greedily and then the little dragon landed on her forearm and started eating directly from the bowl. cover: SelfPubBookCovers.com/Shardel

🌟WATTYS 2023 SHORTLIST 🌟WATTYS 2023 FANS CHOICE AWARDS NOMINEE 🌟WATTYS 2022 SHORTLIST 🌟Editor's Pick (Reading Radar) Feb 2024 🌟 Featured Wattpad Pick x 4 (Wattpad HQ) 🌟 16 × Wattpad featured (Ambassador profiles) *** Welcome to Witch Doctors Inc. Got a problem? We'll solve it. Warts? Easy. Got an enemy after you? We'll find 'em. Been cursed? Have one of our glittering elixirs. Just a word of caution: there may be more here than meets the eye. Rumour has it there's a real witch around here, and her destiny has "death" written all over it. She's the last in a line of reincarnations that have all turned to evil. She'll have to battle the darkness inside her, as well as: (a) interplanetary demons (b) ancient curses that she may have cast herself (c) elusive red-eyed creatures who steal hearts Will she win the battle for her soul? Or will the First Witch's tragic story repeat itself once again? Cover by @WonderfulMiracles *FEATURED** on @Fantasy @magic @StoriesUndiscovered, @WattpadSeries, @anime, @mystery @WattpadWitches @TeenFiction @YoungAdult @WattpadMulticiltural @WattpadDarkFantasy @WattpadExplorer @Wattpad @Humor @highfantasy @Alt-u 3rd place in Okami Awards 2022, Fantasy Best First Line, Dreamies 2022 Featured on Wattpad homepage -"Tis the Season of the Witch" 2nd place in Best Fight Scene category, Jam Board Awards 2022

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates