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From Ashes to Magic (Anthology)

by Various Authors

Genre: YA Fantasy

Release Date: December 2nd 2019


It’s when they creep out of the shadows that you should beware. The good ones will hold your hand when you’re having a nightmare; the bad ones BECOME your nightmare, seeping into your very soul and burrowing in the darkness until they’ve completely taken over.
Ten authors. Ten stories. Many supernatural beings you’ve come to know and love.
Once you plunge into these pages, you won’t want to leave.
Immortality always comes with a sacrifice. But how can Nova finish the deed when her Prey is the only one that can save her?
A future-telling tree offers Gabby an unpromising future she must try to change. Will that change make things better or worse?
Brimming with love and betrayal, the courtship between two gods explores what it means to have humanity. Is the divine romance between Life and Death doomed from the very beginning?
CHOSEN Jennifer C. Colvin
Stolen away to the Philippine Underworld by a mysterious goddess, dutiful and meek Bituin, a young girl from a small hidden mountain town on Cabu Island, discovers the gods have chosen her as a Babaylan (shaman). Newly imbued with powers beyond her wildest imagination, Bituin’s spiritual awakening sends her life into upheaval and rocks the foundation of her quiet town.
A young woman finds herself isolated from all she knows when her home is set ablaze. Despite insurmountable odds, she must risk traversing unfamiliar and hostile territory to find help, or declare her life forfeit.
Palkar Village is a bloodthirsty place for those of the supernatural, and after years of senseless persecution the Sorcerer community sought refuge elsewhere. For decades the Earth Sorceress Alina lived peacefully among her kind in a deep forest until one night of magic changed her world. The Sorcerer community lived in secret tranquility for decades…but would things stay that way?
Bitter Regret creates beautiful betrayal in Havenless. In the fall of 1513, the ebb was torn apart by the tragic love story of Torr and his Witch, Nahlia. Murdered by her own twin, Nahlia’s lost spirit roams the Haven clan, leaving Torr with a broken heart, fighting against the shocking betrayal that stole everything from him. A betrayal that will echo through time.
Cursed. Tainted. Marked. The children born on the sulfur night aren’t like the rest of us. They can serve only one purpose. Perhaps the new gods are as blood thirsty as the old.
For Cara, a non-magical human, in a world of magic, picking locks is how she makes a living. Her quiet life is threatened when a mysterious traveler brings her a complex lock that makes her the target of a powerful enemy.
ORDINARY FAE Melony Paradise


The only way to hide from a Fae king is to live among humans—as a human. Can Izbella Rane have the normal life she wants, or will she be forced into a world her family fled from? 
Excerpt: Ordinary Fae by Melony Paradise
A football zipped past my head, circled around my
mother, and followed my annoying brother out of the kitchen, narrowly missing
the antique cookie jar. His high-pitched laugh pierced my ears even after he’d vanished
into the living room. I rolled my eyes at my mom and swiped a finger across the
lopsided chocolate cake she was frosting.
“You should’ve left the glamour binding on him, Mom,” I
said, stuffing my frosted finger into my mouth as she swatted at me with the
spatula. “Do we really have to wait to take my binding off? I’m so tired of
being ordinary!”
“Yes, Izzy,” she said, sighing. “You know we must wait
until the actual time of your birth in Faeloria, and that isn’t until ten
twenty-three tonight. Now, if you ask me again, I’ll make you
I slumped back from the island counter, arms crossed,
and pouted. Mom smirked and winked at me, turning to wash the dishes she’d used
to bake my birthday cake.
“I’m going to be eighteen—an adult!” I slapped my hands
down on the counter and growled. “I’ll be able to drop my glamour whenever I
want, and use my magic, whatever it is.” I let out a loud, exaggerated sigh
aimed directly at my mother.
Mom turned around to cock an eyebrow at me while drying
her hands with a dishtowel. “You’ll be fourteen, little miss. The age of
majority for Fae, yes, but that doesn’t make you an adult. Being mature and
responsible with the magics, and as a person, makes you an adult. Once the
binding comes off, you’ll feel different, more powerful. That can go to your
head. Don’t make us regret this.”
“I’ll be more responsible than Kye was after he got his
magic.” I huffed a little laugh and shook my head. “You remember when he went
to his football game without his glamour on?”
“It’s a good thing his natural coloring is the same as
the high school colors.”
We giggled, remembering how we watched my brother walk
onto the football field with blue skin and green hair. Luckily, he played it
off as a prank and danced around the field with the mascot.
“I invited Bren, by the way.” I smirked, knowing that
would push her buttons. Being a teenager was fun sometimes.
She shot a glare at me. “Izbella,” she said hotly,
wagging a finger at me, “you get to kick him out after cake then. You know he
can’t be here when we perform the unbinding.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But I wish I could tell him
about us. I hate keeping such a ginormous secret from my best friend.”
Mom came around the island and wrapped an arm around my
shoulders. “I know, sweetheart, but he’s human. We can’t let humans know we
exist. If it got out, the king could find us and force us back to Bilora, or
worse, turn us into the Prime Fae. Then we would have to live the rest of our
very long lives in the worst prison of Faeloria.”
It was difficult to really understand what she was
saying. My parents had lectured us so many times about the dangers of our home
world, but they were just stories of a land I’d never seen.
The Prime Fae governed Faeloria from afar as they sat in
their ivory towers, turning their noses up at most of Fae kind. They let the
regions rule themselves but stepped in only when they deemed it necessary.
Unfortunately, forced betrothal was beyond their purview.
“I know, Mom. Being the Vex Fae princess would be almost
as bad as centuries in a Fae prison.” I sighed. “I know, without a doubt, that
Bren would keep our secret, but I won’t tell him. I swear.”
Leaning away from me, Mom nodded and gave me a tight
smile. “Good. Your father and I will never let anyone force you to marry into
that vile family and live amongst the immoral Vex Fae.”
I stood and hugged my mom. She kissed my forehead and
pushed me towards the living room. At the doorway, I glanced over my shoulder
at my beautiful mother, with her pale blue skin and shimmery, turquoise hair,
putting away dishes in the cozy kitchen.
“I’ll keep all of our secrets,” I muttered to myself,
“as long as I don’t have to be ordinary anymore.”
I knocked on the only red door on the block like I had
so many times over the years. Inside was the only family I had known in almost
a decade, the only family I wanted. Once they learned who I really was, I
wondered if they would welcome me into their home as readily as they do now.
A boy with azure skin and spiky, emerald hair poked his
head out the door, peering around exaggeratedly. “I don’t see anyone.”
Lavender arms pushed him away and yanked the door all
the way open. Izbella Rane grinned at me with a silver mane draped over her
shoulder, completely unaware that I could see through the glamours that she and
her family wore to hide from the humans.
“Come in,” she ordered, grabbing my arm and dragging me
across the threshold. “Dinner isn’t here yet. Dad went to get sushi and pizza.”
“You are so weird, Izzy.” I laughed as she pulled me
into the kitchen. “Who asks for sushi and pizza for their birthday dinner?”
“Only my sister, the biggest dork around, would want to
ruin a perfectly good pizza dinner with nasty sushi.” Kye spun his ever-present
football a couple inches above his fingertips. Izzy swatted at it, giving her
brother big eyes. I turned away, pretending I hadn’t seen her brother using his
levitation magic.
Neela, Izzy and Kye’s mother, gently separated the
squabbling siblings. “Kye, please set the table.”
“Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t make you any
less of a dork, Iz.” He backed out of the kitchen, football spinning over his
hands carelessly.
I kept my eyes on Izzy, feigning ignorance.
“Uh,” she stuttered, flustered and flushed with dark
purple cheeks, “check out the cake Mom made. Chocolate. My favorite!”
“Mm, you know I like chocolate cake.” I sat at the
kitchen island and gave Neela a little wave.
“How’s your mom?” she asked.
The Rane family had basically adopted me after I’d spun
a tale of being raised by a single mother who worked nights and long hours,
leaving me to raise myself. I’d used my magic of persuasion, along with their
misconceptions of humans, to help them accept my story. Being the human they
thought I was, they never questioned me.
“She’s fine. Working hard like always.”
“Well, you be sure to take a piece of cake home to her.
She deserves a treat.” Neela winked and smiled sweetly at me.
“I will, Mrs. Rane. Thanks.”
“What did you get me for my awesome eighteenth
birthday?” Izzy grinned, her slightly elongated teeth shining at me.
“I, uh, have a special gift for you,” I said nervously,
“but I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow and give it to you then.”
Her smile faltered, but she turned quickly to look at
her mom. “Oh, okay. That sounds like fun. Things will look different tomorrow
anyway. Better.” She nodded sharply.
“Why?” I knew she wouldn’t tell me, but I asked anyway.
“Oh, uh, well, I’ll be an adult tomorrow, you know? I’ll
be looking at the world with grownup eyes.” She pointed at her eyes and grinned
again. “Give me a hint?”
I froze. Izzy and Neela were both looking at me
expectantly, and I had no clue what to say.
“Brenny and Izzy sittin’ in a tree,” Kye sang loudly,
then made wet smoochy noises and bonked us on the heads as he walked past us to
the fridge. He leaned in, humming the rest as he scrounged through the
contents. I bit my tongue and stared forward, watching Izzy out of the corner
of my eye.
“Shut up, dolt!”
“Time for dinner,” Lero, Izzy’s father, yelled from the
front door.


With a nervous smile, I watched Izzy as she
helped her mom serve up pizza and sushi. It would only be one more day. I could
wait one more day to tell the girl that I loved the truth about who I am. I
just hoped she wouldn’t hate me after she learned I was the reason her family
fled our world.

Authors and Twitter links:

Mikki Noble @missmikkinoble
Jennifer C. Colvin  @JennWritesVamps
A. Denner @Adi_Denner
Nita Pan @nitapanwrites
Melony Paradise @katiania
Abby Paul @APaulWrites
Carmen Adams @_carmenadams_
Ryen Lesli @ryen_lesli
Evelyn Chartres @EvelynChartres
Ari Meghlen @AriMeghlenGIVEAWAY:

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Inspiration for Havenless by Ryen Lesli

When I was invited by Mikki Noble to write a short for her Supernatural Beings Anthology, I was excited, especially since my debut YA Fantasy novel RIVER had just come out in June, and my second book FATE is coming out on December 5th. This was the perfect opportunity to introduce another character from the ebb; the world in which my main character River lives in.
Then only question was…who did I pick? RIVER is the first book in my 10-book series, The Beginning of the End and her story goes all the way back to 1444. I had five-hundred and seventy years of history and characters to wade through. That in itself was daunting. I toyed with the idea of writing something about River’s dark childhood or even diving twenty years into her future, you know, write what happens after the 10th and final book but neither of those stories seemed right for this project.
Now, if you haven’t read her story, River is emotionally broken. Even though she’s only 17, her spirit is immortal. With each new life, she carries the sins of her previous ones and while I know a lot of River’s past, she hasn’t revealed everything to me yet. I wondered, what sins did she need to atone for? What had my girl done?
I don’t know if you know this about me or now but I get all my ideas for my stories from my witchy dreams? I have the most vivid and violent dreams. This is both a gift and a curse. Given that I had met River in a dream, I wasn’t surprised when the characters I was going to write about came to me one afternoon when I had laid down to take a nap.
I woke to find myself standing at the edge of a hollow. Looking around, it took me a moment to realize that I was in the burninglands of the Haven, a clan of the ebb, home to my Witches and Knights. I could smell the smoke, could taste the hot ash in the cold air. There was this giant redwood tree across from me, with this frantic Witch kneeling at the foot of it, digging in the black dirt.
As I wondered who she was, this terrible, unending wave of sadness washed over me. So sad that I woke myself up crying. Have you ever done that? I literally laid in my bed and cried in my pillow. My heart was completely broken. I can still feel that heartache.
Once I could get a grip, I got up, went straight into my office and started doing research. Who was this Witch? Who was watching her with such a broken heart? And where the hell did River come in with all of this?
With the dream fresh on my mind and the help of Peter Gundry’s Land of Fire, I discovered that the Witch was Nahlia and the deep heartbreak belonged to her Knight, Torrington. This moment in time took place in the fall of 1513, when a shocking betrayal tore the ebb apart. Torrington’s heartbreak inspired me to write Havenless, the perfect story for Mikki’s anthology.

In all honesty, dramatics aside, I thought the story ended there but instead, it dragged those bleeding memories through time to lay at River’s feet. Remember those sins I was wondering about? They’re revealed in FATE…and one day soon, River’s going to find out that she was the one that caused that shocking betrayal in the first place…