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In a world where dragons, riders, and humans live together but it is far from a harmony-filled one.Dragon riders or Riders as they are called are feared, feared just as much or more than their dragons. Such fear made humans do horrible things. No Rider is safe from the fear of humans and they do what they can to hide their marks. Because being found is not an option.Flavia McGurry is a Rider and while she doesn't live in much fear she knows how to hide and has been hiding for years. She is not the only one who has managed to evade humans and live life normally, but her life will become far from peaceful once her marks are seen.In a world where being different means a fate worse than death, Flavia is ready to join the fight.Riders and dragons want their harmony, but are humans ready to accept them?---Mild cursing.Everything belongs to me and I won't hesitate to report you if you steal it.…

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bridge1brij/Submitnoun1. a structure carrying a road, path, railroad, or canal across a river, ravine, road, railroad, or other obstacle."a bridge across the river"synonyms: viaduct, overpass, fixed link, aqueduct"a bridge over the river"2. the elevated, enclosed platform on a ship from which the captain and officers direct operations.verb1. be a bridge over (something)."a covered walkway that bridged the gardens"synonyms: span, cross (over), extend across, traverse, arch over"a walkway bridged the highway"-------Two friends.Far apart.A bridge they find and across they go.Drake and Danetta are far apart the only way they can talk is through text and even then their time zones are a barrier. A wish to cross the ocean and meet they each find a bridge outside their windows, a bridge the cross out of curiosity and a pull they feel.A bridge that ends with a smile on their faces.-------Cover by me…

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Emily wasn't one to speak, she wasn't mute she just didn't like to speak she was better of expressing herself through writing or music. However, no one knew her true voice even then they only knew it by words in paper but that could never have the same effect as spoken or sung words.No, the impact wouldn't be the same but she wasn't one to care much for that. Her point placed a mark no matter what and that is what she liked, well, it did until a certain day. Her voice was needed but she couldn't.Talking wasn't what she would do."Where words fail, music speaks." -Hans Christian Andersen----------------I own everything!…

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You have already read the story of my sister, Rosemary Gravett the shapeshifter. This is my story now, Drake Gravett the Wizard.You don't need to have a wand, a staff, a spell book or magic to be a wizard or a witch. She taught me that, she taught me that wizards are everywhere even if they are not exactly magical. She opened my eyes to a new way of seeing the world, to see it's magic even if a horrible deed had to be done to do so.Magic is everywhere and now I know that.She knew it and now I know it.And just as magic is everywhere there are wizards and witches too, I was just too slow to see it and I was too late to realize it.I wished to say that all magic along with wizards and witches left and the world turned gray again, I truly wished I could say that. I can't, my world turned brighter and I see them more frequently then I thought possible.And all she had to do was die.Was it worth it?Was it worth her life for me to see the magic in the world?In me?To see the wizards and witches?Was it?I guess it is up to you to choose that, because I have already made up my mind.It was.…

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We are everywhere, don't believe the lies your parents tell you.We are not a tale.Or a story.We are very real and we are everywhere, but always in hiding as a dog or a cat maybe even that creepy blowfish you see in google images, but we are here. My name is Rosemary Gravett and this is the story of my life as a being more powerful than a human will ever will be, as I find others like me and we become the first twelve of our kind.This is my story, Rosemary Gravett the Shapeshifter.======Cover made by me using Canva but the pictures used are not mine.…

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