When Kingdom Goes is the story of a young thief named Rose who is captured and made to work for the Royal Family in exchange for pardoning her crimes.

This story started on Wattpad so updates/announcements on Penana might be a little later than Wattpad, since UT updates there first.

Comments and Criticism are welcome!

Coming Soon: Queen of Ash and Stone will be published on Amazon.com

In the medieval city of Evermore, 15-year-old Princess Elodie Ashking's world shatters with the assassination of her parents, thrusting her, unprepared, into the role of Queen. She grapples with grief, haunted by memories of her departed mother and relying on the support of her trusted Prime Advisor, Bishop Callex. Follow Elodie's journey of impulsive decisions that will shape not only her future, but the future of her entire kingdom.

I had the idea for this story many years ago, it all began with an OC I used for casual roleplaying. Then the story for this character remained kicking around in my head for many, many years and underwent a lot of changes and adjustments before reaching its current state. In the beginning I had a lot of trouble writing this story. I took a lot of inspiration from different kinds of books, but the one book that finally helped me actually get anything written was The Chronicles of Narnia.

Jean was born in the year 1700 as a member of the Great Lakes Cabol tribe. As a teen, she devised inventive defenses for her Nation that included using the electricity gained from fields of potatoes to prevent amphibious assaults, and to create hydrogen for hot air balloon attacks. Eventually, the system was breached by Irenshoa Nation.

After defeating the Cabol, the Irenshoa turned their attention to forcibly removing European colonists from the Americas. Recognizing that Jean's intellect could be an advantage, the Irenshoa military brought her along for a later invasion of the Italian city-state of Rome. Can Jean survive in this New World Realignment, while also preventing her gift for innovation from being exploited by the corrupt leaders of the Irenshoa Nation?

Jennifer was starting at a cushy, less stressful, job. Additionally, she was going by her true name again. Well, at least God-given first name. As to her last name, not so much. She had altered her last name to "Sassy". She figured if you're assuming a new identity why not give it some zing.

Jennifer established a new identity and was in hiding because of computer hacking crimes she committed years earlier. Government agents thought they should be looking for a socially isolated individual. They didn't think to question a six-foot, seven-inch, green-skinned attorney.

Agents that might have suspected Jennifer also knew there was no reason to aggravate a person known for flare ups of anger. Indeed, everyone who had ever interacted with her even a little bit knew there were days when she had on "The Jennifer Face". It wasn't an emotionally cold 1,000-yard distant stare. Although hard to define, everyone could see "The Face," even when she wore sunglasses. At those times, no one approached her without an essential reason for doing so. They all stayed the hell out of her way.

On Jennifer's first day in her job as a law professor at the University of Wisconsin Law School, she had to prepare for two classes. Intellectual Property was her morning class, and Criminal Law was her afternoon one. Jennifer was on her way to the students' Memorial Union to get a cup of their much remarked upon coffee when she received an email on her Blackberry from the school's receptionist. The email read: "Professor, a young man who gave his name as 'Quickie' is waiting here. He's like you." That "like you” part in the email message was the receptionist's nice, passive, way of saying that Quickie must have an unusual physical feature, or demonstrated a superhuman feat. This would be similar to Jennifer's amazing height and green skin, plus enhanced strength and invulnerability.

Jennifer had been exposed to radiation from one of two nuclear bombs that went off years earlier in the American Southwest. Perhaps because neutron bombs had been employed, rather than the type of atomic bombs that had been used earlier, no one died within the radius of the explosions. Indeed, some people in the blast radius had ended up gaining various superpowers. Apparently, Quickie must have been exposed to this radiation as well. Jennifer knew she had to turn around and find out what the heck this Quickie fellow wanted. She was going to have to talk to him and lose the spare time she had set aside to more fully prepare for her first class. Furthermore, she was going to have to talk to him without her morning coffee. Involuntarily, before she even laid eyes on Quickie, she was going to arrive sporting the "Jennifer Face".

Author's NotesIn 1989, a comic book series began where a green-skinned heroine "broke down the fourth wall" to address her author. A red costumed mercenary appeared for the first time in 1991.

Three years after the dissaperence of Rose's father and the loss of her voice and memories she had stapled together something resembling her old life until she was introduced to a world of actual magic existing between the cracks of her city. Forced to come to terms quickly with her new reality or risk losing the only lead she may have to find her father she joins the Devil's Advocates a team of young adults fumbling through life. All led by an ambiguous old man who goes by the moniker Joker. Follow Rose, Kairo, Lonan, Benni, Lobo, and Ermellia as they survive the twisted games the city has in store playing their roles as the Devil's Advocates.

*Blurb*

I felt myself begin to sway the thirst grew stronger matching the intensity of the music. When I couldn't take much more a set of drums joined the symphony. I felt each bang vibrate through my skull I knew I had to drink. Greedily I tip the cup back swallowing what I thought would be warm but to my surprise, the thick liquid was chilled. I shut my eyes tight it seemed the music stopped the moment the last drop passed my lips. The thirst was gone and my head felt steady if anything I had a light buzz.

According to her late grandfather's will, Rhea was to inherit his mansion. She was to live alone in an unfamiliar land. She had always lived with her grandma, two villages from her grandfather, but now that her grandmother had asked her to earn money and stay in what was now her house, she came to Haion. Will this new change be a memory she will run to or something she has to run from?

Die Twice is a short story that narrates the changes Rhea Galanis goes through in her life when she grows and makes her decisions.

Anyone immune to slight mentions of violence, rich brats, marriages, rude people, thugs who break the walls of your home, starving, only one inseparable bond, death, tons of advice, nightmares, a good king, a good heart and a happy ending can read this story.

If you are reading this story, then welcome! Tell me your opinions cuz I would love to hear them. I hope you have a good time!

The Decca League Tournament has started up again and Cassandra has high hopes in winner this year. Being one of the top Decca fighters puts a lot of pressure on her but with her incredible skill she should be able to get through it with no problems. Decca fighters from all around the world gather and compete with cards full of intense power. The powerful Decca cards materialize elemental abilities and much more so that fighters can utilize the incredible powers against their opponents. Although Cassandra prepared way in advance for this years tournament she definitely didn't go in with a clear and focused mind. Her older sister Cassidy who was her close friend and mentor, when it came to Decca battles, had gone missing 2 years ago without a trace. Now for the very first time Cassandra will have to fight in the tournament alone without her support as she also deals with the void in her heart. Will Cassandra ever see her sister again?

Have you ever had to hide your love for someone? What if there was a law that kept you from being with the one you love?

Well this familiar is not going to let the King's law ruin her future with the wizard she is sworn to. But another familiar has other plans.

Will he ruin the life that they have worked so hard to build? Will they be able to have their own family? When they fall in love with someone else?

Azalia was child in a farming village that was hovering near poverty but getting by just fine. She had friends, family, peace, health, free time, and happiness though she never had what one would call a luxury. She was happy. Until the bombs started dropping. She didn't know why. No-one did. They just knew that there were many different ways to lose your loved ones.

Right now she's trying to provide for her loved ones, trying to survive. But to the soldiers anything is fair game. Anyone is fair game. For whatever their purposes are.

Azalia was child in a farming village that was hovering near poverty but getting by just fine. She had friends, family, peace, health, free time, and happiness though she never had what one would call a luxury. She was happy.  Until the bombs started dropping. She didn't know why. No-one did. They just knew that there were many different ways to lose your loved ones.

Right now she's trying to provide for her loved ones, trying to survive. But to the soldiers anything is fair game. Anyone is fair game. For whatever their purposes are.

The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.

She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.

The seventeen-year old is Queen.

That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).

The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.

And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.

She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.

Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.

An orphan girl. Forced to live and work with people who see her as less than human. Forced to sell her human dignity to get by. A pair of storm-filled eyes in a sea of overcast pupils. A bowed head in an ocean of fearful worshippers. The ones who were in practice the gods of this world didn't see her. They drowned themselves in excesses as all flawed gods do. They stepped over the heads of mortals, humans and demigods alike, to get what they wanted. Our protagonist is losing hope. Then she meets a woman with blood smeared all over her mouth and running down her chin.