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"Every wish brings you responsibility thus far be careful about the one you make."

Tania lived her whole life as a simple modern human girl in the World of Vita where all races of beings used to spend life beside each other and humans were the lowlife creatures while Fays, werewolves, and vampires were the strongest ones. 
She thought that soon grim reaper would come after her because of the rooted tumor in her head.
Who could imagine that an earthquake made by a dark wraith changes everything in her life? 
Who could imagine that the God of the underworld was always after her and caused her misery?

She had only one choice, to survive and align her life due to this strict world.
Volume 1: The Weaver: A Throne of Vita and Obit 
Warning: Mature content- slow burn

Volume 2: Rise of Ash and Fire
The brutal beings are driving in the shadows to ruin the Green star.


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The cover is my drawing...

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What you will read:

"The room you have given me is a frizzing one. I can't even breathe."

"Come to my bed, I can warm you." He ordered and it wasn't a recommendation manner.  
I cringed because he just demonstrated me another shade of him.

It gave me goosebump as he laid on his mattress, directing to his large king-size bed that had space for four people.

I gritted my jaw and aimed to leave when he said, "I never said you can leave!" 

I halted while my hand was still on the door handle. He was not joking at all.

At that moment, I felt the pain that was lashing me from backward and frontward.

His hand wrapped over my belly, and his wings embraced my body.

"What..."

"Hush, I said, you can come to my bed." 

I was scared of him for a moment. He drew his wings back and took hold of my hand.

Aligners

I jumped up the mountain of junks. The scent of rusted iron was teasing my nose. I kept going up when blue thunderbolts of Bo's diamond hit and took one of the halves under siege.

"Take it down, Weaver." Bo commanded me.

I tossed the chain and it wrapped the wraith, taking it to the ground I followed my golden chain. I hit the wraith to the junks to let Patrise take control of its memory. It was baring its red scales but my string was burning its body.

Patrise rushed to me, going forward, she grabbed the wraith neck. I was wondering how they couldn't absorb her body as she touched their body.

"Where is the smuggler?" The wraith opened that shark-shaped mouth, baring those terrifying large teeth.

Patrise grinned; she mocked the being that was trying to scare her but I sensed no tinge of fear. She was strange because even with the courage that this weapon was injecting me, still I was frightened.

Twisted