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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

A young man with long antlers entered the castle, torches of lamplight were serving the house of Savul. The young man had a deep scar on the left side of his face and the symbol of his demonic God was tattooed on his forehead.

He crossed the courtyard where the imps were getting drunk, he drew off his hood and his long black hair brushed back in the air, passing by the great statue of Savul he halted in front of the building gateway, he fell on his knees and his hands formed like a cross and rested on his chest.

He announced his arrival, his sharp blue eyes twinkled as he gazed at the groaning door that went wide for him to enter.

"Come in," a hoarse tune permitted him to step inside that castle of Savul.

He stood up on his feet, a strong wind lashed out and a black cloud shaped beside him. The person among the cloud had red eyes and a gross face. The young man even didn't bother to look at the witch.

Latiph