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Author has written 4 stories for No. 6, and Teen Titans.
Update January 1st, 2014:
So, I'm still alive, ya'll. But I'm not as able to write as much as I'd like because of health issues. Needless to say, I'm definitely working on it. I was truly blessed to keep the publishing schedule I did during the release of Forgotten Bonds. I wish to thank all my readers and continuing readers. I'm glad I could create something that people enjoy.
I know there are readers waiting on Warped Idenity and the sequel of FB, Into the Depths. I thought I'd give something here to let you know what's going on and my projects. I am trying very hard to write through it all.
Interestingly enough, I went to my original novel to work and about screamed, because my style had changed dramatically through the writing of FB. So... Yeah, that's not fun. So, I'm waiting on that at this moment.
However, I am working on other stuff constantly - struggling, at least. LOL. I have a number of projects always open, always entreating me to write. I can give you the progress of two projects that I'm working on besides Warped Identity.
Into the Depths.
Words Completed: 13,000
Projected Chapters: 30
Finished Chapters: 1
Summary: Sequel to Forgotten Bonds. Just a few weeks have passed and Robin, or Dick Grayson, is still adjusting to his new life as the adopted son of Slade Wilson. Going back to being the leader of the Teen Titans and balancing time with his new father definitely poses its challenges. But things get even more difficult as Raven’s sixteenth birthday quickly approaches. Mysteries, secrets, choices, birthmarks, demons – new powers emerge through these secrets and Dick struggles to keep his fragile lifestyle from falling apart around him.
Just what awaits these friends?
Background: I have a lot of this projected in my head. I plan to do something huge with it. This is a plot driven story. While the first in the series was a relationship plot, this is an adventure/action plot. Of course, it will still have the standard drama and fluff, because I just can't get enough of it. :3
“You resemble a rolling pin,” said Slade, still smirking. “Maybe we should put you in the oven and see what pops out. Maybe we’ll get roast duck.”
“Roast robin would be tastier, right?” grinned Dick impishly.
“Now there’s a delicious suggestion,” drawled Slade. He considered the boy for a moment. Then, so swiftly that Dick couldn’t have seen it coming, Slade scooped the boy into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder to dangle there.
There was a giggling shriek as Slade used his free hand to tickle the boy’s side. There was quite a bit of flailing and laughter as Slade continued his assault on the boy’s sensitive stomach. No amount of pushing of the arms nor kicking of the legs could save the boy from Slade’s grasp and fingers. The kitchen was flooded with laughing cries and pleas.
Such sounds were heaven sent to Slade’s ears.
“I give!” cried Dick finally, his breathing heavy from his laughter. “Please, stop!”
The boy wiggled harder in Slade’s grasp as his fingers danced along side of Dick’s lower stomach. There were more giggles and cries.
“Mmm, should I?” said Slade coyly; letting his fingers tease the boy’s side some more. He was further rewarded with another spazz of limbs from the boy.
“Yes!” begged Dick, trying to escape those fingers, yet thoroughly trapped.
“I suppose I should,” commented Slade, his tone deeply regretful. He lifted Dick up and wrapped his arms around Dick’s thighs so that he was lifted in the air; his speckled black hair brushing against the ceiling. The boy’s chest heaved in deep gasps as he began to calm down. But there was a pleasant expression on the boy’s face as he looked down at Slade.
“No more tickling,” said Dick, folding his arms and giving Slade a forced grumpy look.
Heh, who said?
Slade playfully pinched the side of Dick’s thigh. The reaction was downright comical. The boy squirmed horribly, losing his balance slightly as he gasped. In the quick moment, Dick had to unfold his arms and grab Slade by the shoulders to retain his balance. There was a startled, widened expression gracing the boy’s face at that.
“Dad! Don’t do that!” cried Dick, his hands tightening on Slade’s shoulders.
“Oh? Why not?” asked Slade, acting completely innocent. He gently pinched both sides of Dick’s thighs this time.
The boy flailed in Slade’s arms again; completely losing his balance as his arms slid forward with his head falling to the side of Slade’s neck. In turn, Slade dropped part of his hold on the boy so that one of his arms supported his seat, while the other supported his back – with Dick’s arms surrounding Slade’s neck. Slade tightened his hold on the boy.
“You’re super tricky, you know that, right?” whispered Dick as he tightened his arms around Slade’s neck; his legs slowly wrapping around Slade’s waist. Slade adjusted the boy’s weight so he could better hold on him.
“The best of his kind.”
“If you wanted a hug, you could’ve just asked, you know.”
With the hand that supported Dick’s back, Slade gently swatted the boy on his seat.
“Impudent little imp!”
There was a giggle. Dick pulled back in Slade’s arms and grinned mischievously; his bright blue eyes glimmering.
“The best of his kind.”
Words Completed: 36,000
Projected Work: 6 Novels
Finished Chapters: 5
Summary: AU. Years beneath the Dursleys’ oppressive, cruel natures has turned Harry into a cynical, calculating child. As Harry progresses through his school years, he discovers a crushing political battle between the Light Lord and the Dark Lord that is threatening to tear the Wizarding World apart. With the growing technology of the outside world, remaining hidden from those of non-magical potential is becoming close to impossible. But as events unfold, Harry discovers the biggest lie of all – the one surrounding his own true heritage.
Fake prophesies, manipulations, kidnappings, and even mysteries that veil the Heir of Slytherin and the Heir of Merlin – all these litter the past, the present, and the future.
Can Harry overcome his bitterness of the past and change the failings of the adults? Can he do what both the Lord of the Light and the Lord of the Dark have failed to do?
Background: So, my dear friend in real life expressed an interest in doing a Harry Potter RP and this is what came of it. What started as a fun little thing to keep my fingers writing, became a huge project that the two of us created. By the end, it will probably be 85% of my work with 15% of her work. It will feature two major OCs, however. Haha, before you run away screaming, just trust me on this and it'll work out. No readers will be harmed from the overbearing presence of a Mary Sue.
I've always wanted to do a Harry Potter Fanfiction. As many of you know, I love a good Severus/Harry father/guardian fic. After all, they're the ones that inspired FB. I wanted to do something of my own, but I had far too many ideas and not one concise path. With the help of my friend, I was able to streamline the exact thing I want.
This is an obnoxiously huge project and I won't begin to start posting it until we've finished the first year. I've projected some crazy word count in my brain, something like 500k to 600k. Should be interesting if it comes about. XD
Sneak Peek: Second Year:
“Parseltongue won't save you now, Potter. It only obeys me!”
Like heck it well!
The beast lunged toward Harry at a horrifying speed. The most enticing option at that moment was to dart away into the tunnels, but somehow that didn’t quite thrill Harry. Last thing he wanted was to get cornered in some old pipe and meet his doom. Thus, taking all his Gryffindor courage, he stood his ground and shouted as loud as he could; praying that it was in Parseltongue.
“Stop this instant!” hissed Harry. “You will obey me from now on and not that soul leeching git!”
To his relief and shock, the basilisk slowed to a stop in front of him. There was a hiss of rage from Riddle; his voice screaming orders in Parseltongue. The basilisk began to circle Harry; its long body coiling around him. It raised its head before lowered down. Harry quickly snapped his eyes shut as he noticed the beast placing its large eye to his right. His heart pounded furiously against his chest. Well, he wasn’t dead… yet, anyways. His entire body shivered in his fear.
“Your words are powerful, like the dark one,” hissed a feminine voice. Harry could hear the hissing syllables of the speech as it spoke. But it was a clear voice, all the same – clear and startlingly beautiful. Then, dawning realization began to flow through Harry. The basilisk was female!
“However, the dark one who demands that I kill hatchings does not seem complete,” continued the feminine. “He is different than he once was. You, however, are complete. Yet, I do sense something… more within you. Something incomplete.”
Harry frowned, his eyes still tightly closed shut. What on earth was this giant oversized snake talking about? His mind was quickly trying to understand what the creature meant by ‘incomplete’. Riddle had mentioned that he was a memory. But was there something more?
“You said that I am to obey you, but you have not proven your worth. The incomplete dark one has commanded me once before. However, you are before me and I sense great power in you. Therefore, young one, you are more than worthy to command me, but you must prove yourself to me.”
“How?” asked Harry, hope fluttering deep inside his chest. If he could command the basilisk, then maybe he could keep it—her from attacking anyone any more.
“Open your eyes.”
The fear pumped wildly inside Harry’s veins. He swallowed, his eyes still tightly shut.
“You’ll kill me if I do.”
“You do not trust me. Do you fear me?”
Harry’s breathing quickened. Yes, a thousand times, yes – he most certainly did fear this creature that encircled him. It could eat him whole or kill with one look. He wasn’t armed with his wand and there was no way he could escape now. Oh, yes. He was terrified.
“Yes, I’m afraid of you,” said Harry, his hissing softening to a low tone.
“Open your eyes and prove yourself to me.”
What was there to lose at that moment? He could either be eaten alive – that didn’t sound very enticing – or be killed by a single look. Would it hurt? Would it hurt to look into the eye of death? Harry found that his eyes were slowly opening. His head was bowed so that he could see the coiled body of the basilisk. Then, with a tranquil heart, he lifted his head up and turned it to look directly inside the bringer of death.
I failed, Kails. Sorry about that. Don’t hate me for leaving you behind…
There was a yellow eye staring straight back at Harry. There was a translucent membrane covering over the eye, dimming the yellow color there. Harry blinked, surprised that he was still alive. Then, there was an approving hissing sound from the creature still coiled around him.
“I was named Hera by my master, Salazar, after the Greek queen of the gods. He bestowed it to me, for I am a queen of my kind and I am a powerful one. You may now ask me anything and I shall obey you. You are now mine.”
She faced him completely and lowered her head. With a gentleness that seemed unnatural for the large creature, she touched his forehead. A peaceful sensation flowed over Harry as he felt magic pour through his veins. He could feel every muscle inside her body and in was the same for her, he could tell. It was as if they had become one.
Then, she pulled back, the sensation leaving with the touch. Harry could still sense her within himself, but it was faint, like a gentle hissing in the background of his mind.
“What was that?” asked Harry.
“I was the familiar to my master, Salazar. Now I am your familiar, Hatching. You are young, though; too young to be a master of anything. Perhaps as the years pass you may reach that. But I am older and wiser than you. You will learn from me.”
Harry sucked in his breath, shocked. He couldn’t believe that he was still alive and the basilisk was under his control – well, almost. It sounded as if she were in charge over him. But it was still a relief at that moment. Just a bit.
The creature hissed a gentle sound, an almost purring reverberating inside her scales. She dipped her head closer to Harry, nudging against his side. His hands slowly reached up and gently stroked her scales. He smiled at the feel of her beneath his fingers. He could sense the feelings of her heart glance over his own. It seemed as if she had been lonely all this time.
“So, how do we get rid of Riddle?” said Harry, still petting her scales.
“I’ll eat him.”
“Not sure if that’ll work. He’s not exactly real. He’s part of the diary.”
“Then, I shall eat the book.”
“Is your every solution to things eating them?”
“Glaring works, too.”
I’m Brittany Gonzalez. My penname is Anthezar and my nickname is Anthy. I’m twenty-five years old and I hope to fill my days with writing and art. :)
I love writing, absolutely love it. It’s like breathing to me. It’s just one of those things I’ve been doing ever since I can remember. From dolls to college rule notebooks to computers, I’ve always been creating stories as the evolution of my writing has grown. I have countless notebooks upon notebooks in my room from my younger days filled with stories.
Even now, I carry around a notebook in case I need to write a scene down. Especially since when I’m not writing, my mind is always filled with a story scene. I never get bored – ever. Just doesn’t happen. Hehe!
I used to always write fanfiction. My first story was a Pokémon one and I also had a Legend of Zelda one. I have old spatterings of Sonic and Teen Titans. Of course, my original Teen Titans idea was an apprentice fic, too, but it was nowhere near what I have going on now. ;)
My newly released short story, The Prince and the Time Keeper was written over the course of three days or so. When I get the writing flow, it pours. Literally.
I’m also a self taught digital artist. I started drawing when I was 17 and haven’t stopped since. Drawing doesn’t come naturally to me, yet I love to draw and I feel I have still have a lot to learn. I’ve reached my level of art through a lot of practice and hard work. I have two styles, a realistic and a cartoon style. My tools include Photoshop CS3 and a Wacom Intuos3 tablet.
I also love anything Japanese – except Sushi. I have a lot of Manga books on my shelf and a good percentage of that are some that I've imported from Japan – so, they're in Japanese. :) Whenever I write or draw, I always has some music playing in the background and typically songs in Japanese. Funny enough, I know more Japanese artists than I know American artists. If you ask me about the latest artist, I’ll probably go, “Um… Hannah Montana?” Yeah, Disney influence. Heh…
The name ‘Anthezar’ was thought up when I was 16 years old. Over time it quickly developed as a name for myself. I’m often affectionately called ‘Anthy’ for short by my close friends in real life.
My goals are to continue to grow as an artist and do the cover art for my books. I also hope to continue to grow as a writer and publish many more short stories, novellas, and novels.
I have published a short story. It's available on Amazon as a Kindle book if you're looking for a short fantasy romance tale.
Here’s the link to my publisher page.
If you’re looking to publish your own original works but want to try a different path than the conventional way, I suggest checking out the publisher I went with. I maintain complete rights over my works, so it’s great.
Here’s the link to my Deviant Art page if you like art, too.
I'm also on Good Reads if you'd like to check me out on there.
Thanks for reading about me and I hope you enjoy my work! Feel free to PM me anytime! :)
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