MeganHites

In a world where magic reigns, betrayal and tension run as thick as blood as a war brews on the horizon. A war that newly crowned King Alevan Venderbilt, the kinslayer, brings forth in an attempt to fix his father's past mistakes. One that the Master of Mages, William Willfred, wants no part of, but has little choice in the matter. Off he is sent to search for the brightest Mages in Vinovia to train for battle. One that poor, bumbling Mallawyn Byron stumbles into--wholly unprepared to face the brutal reality of war--and never comes out the same. A tale of love and desire... of growing up and stepping out from your father's shadow...of standing up for what you believe in, barring all costs. •⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰Awards:✿ 1st place in the Bookiestar Awards•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰•⊱✿•✿⊰This is BOOK ONE* in THE SOUL IN THE SUIT saga, part one of a origin story duology!UPDATES EVERY TUESDAY & FRIDAY!! *This title is a work in progress. There will be a vote at the end of what to name it, and I'd welcome any suggestions. #ewa2019 #starawards2019 #RMC19 #ButterflyAwards2k19…

MeganHites

Once upon a time, I was a naive eleven year old girl who believed the best in people. My journals were littered with glittery stars and bright red hearts, with the initials of whatever boy I was crushing on at the time etched inside. I wrote with gel pens the color of the rainbow and let the happiness of life soak into every word.I was a normal girl who loved Taylor Swift and followed the Kardashians, behind my mother's back, of course.Now? Now, America is in ruins. A batch of contaminated pennies wiped out the greatest nation in the world-or so we thought of it at the time. All it took was the building of a wall to make someone hate us enough to destroy us. Not just destroy us, but turn us into ravenous undead that crave brains.The very walls that were built to protect us now contain us.But the worst of it? The undead have our families' faces, their souls still very much alive, though their bodies act alone. We call them Criers, for the trail of black tears that spill down their cheeks as they crush through their loved ones' skulls.And I would be one, too, if it wasn't for Robbie and his escape plan. This is our story, our duet, if you will. Trigger Warnings: Death, violence (though not overly graphic), blood, and other dark themes. This is in journal formatting with lots of graphics to look at! Updates weekly.…