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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 opened my itching eyelids. It was soft and fluffy under me and made me want to sleep there more. The image of a person on the chair beside me was blurry but who cared once the scent of red roses around the bed was pleasant!

I was alive because my leg itched as rough as hell.

It felt good that from a macabre scene everything changed to a bed of roses!

The wooden cottage was as if a vacuity space under a tree. I was staring at the ceiling that was made of wattle roots and branches.

I sensed the irritation on my leg and the string that was squirming around it. I ducked my head up and with that small move, Roby put her head up. Brushing away her bangs, she rubbed her eyes. Our eyes met and after processing that I am entirely alive, she flowed to me.

Jumping up the steps of the stone bed, she pressed me to her chest. From the scent that was leaking out of her clothes, I noticed that she didn't go back to the Academy and dried here beside my bed.

Rise of the green star