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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

Everything sounded odd, even Orcia. This season was cold, Athria was sitting on the roof of that mansion that she brought to. Glancing at the tinged that thin cloud offered the sun, she smiled.

Peering at her hands, her eyes rolled on her chest! She was a grown girl with the normal curls that everyone had.

She was fine, it took a long time for her to rescue that witch but she did it. She was lucky and missed her father vastly. She didn't know who that boy with redhead was but he kept calling her sister. He was nice and treated her nicely but he was a stranger to her so nothing could change this.

The chilling breeze was shaking the branches and the leaves were shaking reluctantly. Lazily, they were laying on the wet ground. It seemed their color had gone yellow by the fear of the end of their lives. Maybe it felt sad because they were sad, indeed.