Kamyla and I are going on a road trip and we want you to come with us! We’ve made an interactive game to play with you during our travels.
Each day we’ll ask a question related to the trip. The first person to answer these posts correctly wins a prize. Send your reply to ellwyn@ellwynautumn.com.
I’ll post the first question tomorrow and the answer the day after.
Have fun and good luck!
Prize List:
*Free Classroom or Library Visit (Virtual on In Person)
*One autographed copy of Kamyla Chung and the Creepy Crawlies & Mystery SWAG!
*One autographed copy of Kamyla Chung and the Classroom Bully & Mystery SWAG!
*One autographed copy of Teddy Bear Tea & mystery SWAG!
Gone. One minute Tristan was here, and the next he wasn’t.
Only two days ago, we watched the two moons rise, and it was only two days ago when we almost kissed. But this morning, he was taken away from me, and I will never see him again.
Once a student was made into a slave, it was forbidden for them to ever see their friends or family again, and that was exactly what Tristan was going to be transitioned into in only a few hours. They were going to strip him of his rank, disregard that he was born into the vex class, and put a collar around his neck that could kill him with the push of a button.
This morning, two officers marched into Tristan’s dorm and dragged him out. I stood there, shocked, as he kicked and screamed, begging for a second chance. He was a level five vex, which would have been alright if he hadn’t turned twenty today.
At the age of twenty, a student of Monroe Academy was to be tested on their lighter abilities and hopefully advance up to level six. Ever since Tristan was enrolled ten years ago, he’d never had trouble leveling up, but this time he struggled to get his powers to strengthen. This time, the council didn’t believe him strong enough to earn a level six patch, and now he had to serve his nation in another way. He had to serve the high-class vexes and ensure their happiness. The happier the people, the lower the chances of there ever being chaos in our world again.
At least, that’s what we were taught.
The navy-blue leather suit I was wearing grew hot as I walked down the hall towards my dorm. All I could think about was the terrified look on Tristan’s face as he was dragged away.
We had only made eye contact for a moment, but in that moment, I remembered the night he told me that the council had leveled him up and were going to send his new level six patch to his dorm. They usually gave them out right away, but Tristan said that they’d somehow run out and had to order more.
Now I knew that he was only lying to keep me from worrying on our last night together, but I wished that he would’ve told me. I wished that I would’ve been prepared for the aching pain growing in my chest.
My throat burned as a few of the other students passed me by, giving me dirty looks. I was sure that most of them had blamed me for Tristan’s failure. I was a null after all. Someone that couldn’t produce even a speck of light. We were lighters, citizens of the Lighter Nation and beings that could produce an energy—a light—that was taught to be used as a weapon to protect our nation from any outside enemies. Lighters had to be strong, disciplined, and hard workers.
If one couldn’t reach their required level at a certain age, then they were done for. Given up on, and there were no second chances. At least, for everyone else. I was the only student ever given another opportunity to level up, but that came at a cost that would forever weigh on my conscience.
Bestselling author Destiny Hawkins brings you the first installment of a gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that doesn’t accept the weak…or the defective. Content Advisory: The following book contains vivid depictions of violence and death. Reader discretion is advised.
Kaydar, Cleo, and Sandra were too close to escape from now, and even if I ran, Sandra would just catch me.
“Long time, no see,” Cleo said, holding his palm upwards with white sparks flickering at his fingertips. “Last time I saw you, your face was swollen.”
I didn’t respond, instead keeping my eyes on their ringleader, Kaydar. He stopped in front of me with a blank expression still on his face, but after a few moments of silence, he drew his eyebrows in together.
“What shall we do with her, Kaydar?” Cleo asked. “She’s all alone.”
“Nothing,” Kaydar sighed, flaring his nose. “Unless you want to go back to solitary confinement.”
Sandra smacked her teeth. “We won’t. No one’s around—”
“No,” I blurted, growing anxious by the second. “I don’t have time for the three of you right now.”
“Right, you don’t. How many months do you have left?” Sandra asked smugly.
I stared at her, wanting to make her pay for what she did to me the day that the three of them jumped me in my dorm. Kaydar stabbed me in the leg, but Sandra had done most of the damage.
At first glance, one wouldn’t think much of Sandra. She had silky black hair, dark olive skin, dark brown eyes, and a smile other girls would kill for. In my opinion, she was a pretty female, but her attitude was anything but. After a while, everyone else came to that conclusion as well, and she became the second most disliked person in the school next to me.
I sighed and tried to walk around Sandra, but she quickly grabbed my arm and yanked me back in front of her, then leaned in close to my face. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave.” Her grip became so tight I thought she would crack the bone. She was very much capable of doing so.
I kept my eyes on her, angered at the fact that she had the upper hand but also because there was just something about her that made my blood boil. I had no problem with people being confident in their ability to fight, but Sandra was just arrogant and used her powers for the wrong reasons.
“Let me go,” I said in a low and surprisingly threatening tone.
Kaydar sighed. “Let her go, Sandra.”
Sandra squeezed tighter with her eyes locked on mine. “No. She looks like she wants to fight,” she chuckled. “It’s cute.”
I clenched my teeth and flared my nose. I could feel heat building in my chest and shoulders, but it wasn’t enough for me to tell if it was my energy yet. “Let. Go.” My words were clipped with anger.
Sandra’s eyebrows furrowed, and she smirked. “Are you trying to be intimidating?”
I guess because I was just a null that she didn’t see it coming, but without hesitation, I slammed my head into her face hard enough to stun her. Sandra let my arm go and stumbled backwards to the floor. When she felt the blood leaking from her nose, she quickly covered it.
“Stay away from me!” I yelled, walking up to her, feeling the heat in my chest rush to my head, but when the lights began to flicker, I froze… and then the flickering stopped. What was that?
Bestselling author Destiny Hawkins brings you the second installment of a gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that doesn’t accept the weak…or the defective.
Content Advisory: The following book contains vivid depictions of violence and death. Reader discretion is advised.
“Good. Let the fight begin!” Everyone cheered as the referee moved out of our way.
“I’ve been waiting for this!” In the blink of an eye, Sandra went from being ten feet away from me to cracking my jaw with her fist and sending me to the ground. I rolled across the dirt, at first out of control, but as I slowed, I rolled back to my feet.
My focus was on my cheek as I tried to send my energy there to begin healing, and to my surprise, it was working. It was the first time that I’d ever been able to direct my energy, but I guess the adrenaline was helping with that.
Sandra came at me again, but this time she didn’t use her speed. Instead, she came at me and threw a punch with one hand, but I blocked it, then she grabbed my arm with that same hand and used her other fist to connect with my jaw. As I stumbled back, her strength kicked in, and she yanked me back to her. She wasn’t even expecting me to come at her with my elbow ready, and I caught her chin with the very tip of it.
As she stumbled backwards, I threw a front kick to her gut, and she fell onto the ground. I went to hold her down before she could get back up, but I was too slow. As I went to mount her, she used her speed to move out of the way and locked me in a rear naked choke.
Naturally, I brought my chin down into the crevice of her arm, but she pulled so tightly that her arm slipped under my chin and was now crushing my throat. “I’m not going to let you live through this, Rayah,” Sandra grunted.
I grabbed at her forearm in a panic, trying to pull it away so I could breathe, but she wouldn’t budge. Not one sliver of air could get in or out.
“I’m going to kill you. I owe your parents that much for killing mine and bringing me here.” Her voice lowered, hatred seething from her lips in a growl. “To this dreadful nation.”
Bestselling author Destiny Hawkins brings you the third installment of a gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that doesn’t accept the weak…or the defective.
Content Advisory: The following book contains vivid depictions of violence and death. Reader discretion is advised
Destiny Hawkins is a multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love for magic.
She enjoys exploring the freedom of life, writing, listening to music, reading, and of course watching some anime! Her favorite genres to read and work in are Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi, and Young Adult.
Destiny loves creating stories and building worlds that both teach and entertain! When writing, she sticks to her slogan: Where beauty can be found in darkness.
Preying On The Church, is an inspiring novel about an African American middle-age woman Margie, who is well-known in her community through her job as a Realtor, serving as a representative on the Rockford Town Council, and giving her portion of life at Rockford Baptist Church.
A tragic accident happens that no one could ever believe. After a church shooting, Margie loses faith as her life is shattered into pieces losing someone close to her that causes her to journey through the five stages of grief.
It takes her to the lowest possible point of survival: isolating herself from friends and family, losing faith, drinking alcohol, almost getting arrested, and losing her job to realize she is on a path of destruction.
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Excerpt:
The paramedics placed Margie on the stretcher and rushed her outside to the ambulance while the cops placed tape around the church, which is to determine a murder scene.
Meanwhile at home, Barry heard the news on television. Wait, Margie and Jason are at the church. Why did no one call me?
He jumped up, put on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and ran out the door to his work truck.
When he arrived at the church, Barry glanced around the church and noticed red and blue lights blinking from all the police cars. There were crowds of people surrounding the church. He heard the cops telling everyone to move away and go home.
He ran up to the tape and his eyes widened as he realized that something terrible had happened inside. Barry started screaming, “Where are my wife and son? Where is wife and my son? Can somebody tell me where they are?”
“Calm down, sir,” said the detective. “I’m Detective Earl. Four of the victims have been rushed to the hospital, but we haven’t identified the bodies inside yet.”
“I can help you identify some of the victims because I attend this church with my family and I practically know everyone!” yelled Barry.
Barry knew that would be the only way to get inside to see if Jason and Margie were all right.
“Okay, just stay right here, sir, for just a minute.”
The detective went over and talked to the chief of police. They looked back and forth toward Barry and glanced at him sideways with narrow eyes.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Kimberley is a professional early childhood educator and entrepreneur. She was born in the small town of Saint George, South Carolina, on September 12, 1982. Graduated from Woodland High School in 2000, Benedict College in 2004 with B.S., Child & Family Development, and from Ashford University in 2013 with a Masters in Early Childhood Education.
After receiving her education and being a military spouse, she held several jobs as a preschool teacher and a preschool director, but she wanted to put her education to use by writing children’s books. She wrote her first book in college for her children’s literature course. She has self-published several children books on Amazon.
Currently, she is branching off into writing fiction YA, NA, and A novels on issues in society. She loves writing and would not change it for anything in this world. She is now published by Rhetoric Askew. Kimberley is the author of Our Friendship Matters and Preying on the Church.
Discovering supernatural creatures are real is one thing but learning I have powers and learning to use them is quite a feat. My name is Violet Webb. I live in a small town that nearly worships Halloween but I hate it. I can’t wait until I graduate and get as far as I can from that silliness.
Everything changed when I followed the white rabbit. I ended up in a Realm full of vampires, fairies, witches and every creature possible.
Oh, Did I mention Jacques? The hot shapeshifter with the French accent that makes me see rabbits everywhere?
Now what?
Some bloody lady of Fate gave me a prophecy to get home. The only problem is that I must defeat the darkness before it swallows both of our worlds.
Can I go through without making the ultimate sacrifice?
As I recover from my last trial where I was confronted by the darkest creatures in history, I hoped things would return to my normal, peaceful life.Not a chance.With my return to Oklealia academy and the arrival of a new headmistress whose inhuman ways turn the academy into a jail, my plate is full enough, but signs of an upcoming threat awaken my fears once more.
Time is running out— for me and the world. When the final battle arrives, will I make the right choice?
Spring Break is supposed to be a time of fun and new beginnings.
After defeating the Darkness, Violet and I thought we could just spend some time together and revel in our relationship with our friends in the Blessed Realm. But just when you think the past is firmly locked away does it rear its ugly head. A figure from my past comes back with a message, putting Violet’s life at risk.
Will I be able to protect my girl, along with the realm that I call home? Or will blood prove to my undoing?
Maria Vermisoglou is an International Bestselling fantasy author and she loves throwing her heroes into impossible situations. She draws inspiration from books, travels and…the ceiling. (So, blame the ceiling!)
She started writing 4 years ago when an idea came to her. That idea started all… When she’s not writing, she loves a good riding on the fantasy dragon but a book can also be exciting along with a cup of tea. She’s currently residing in Crete as a librarian, battling monsters and supernatural creatures from overcoming the world.
In July 2018, she was nominated as the second place winner in the First Annual Indie Awards as the Favourite New Female Author.
