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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 eyes. It was cold and I could see the snowflakes that glued to my lashes. My body was nude. Roots wrapped over me. Where were my clothes?

No one was around. A cloud of cold air rushed out of my lungs. It was a damp place and I hated the rotten scent.

"This is awkward," I mumbled and coughed.

Gazing at my hand, I saw that white roots were connected to my vessels and a green light was rushing in them. Was I underground?

My spine asked and I couldn't move. I could feel that the root also plunged in my spine.

My brain was blank and numb. I was tired and couldn't see the pixies. All I could remember was them, laying on the ground attempting to survive.

I wailed and called for more help but no one came in to help me in this misery.

Warm water hit my face. It shoved the daze away and shook my head. My hair had gone sticky and my whole body was itching.

Keep her alive