This is my realm.
The night was cool and dark. The stars winked happily down at Alexis from the eternal mat of blackness that stretched from horizon to horizon. Around her, a wind whispered, pushing her hair into a gentle waltz around her face. She loved looking out into the night. It whispered to her; called to her. Like a mother to her child playing in an open grassy field. Alexis curled her legs underneath her, wincing as the rough shingles scraped against her skin. Despite being uncomfortable, the roof was the best place for her to sit and look up at the stars. It provided an easy escape from reality and the oak tree provided the route to her fantasies.
It was her sanctuary.

...

Alexis knows that the supernatural world is filled with danger. Vampires don't sparkle or burn in the sun, but like to tear gaping holes out of the necks of their victims. Werewolves like to munch on femurs. Witches require the eyeballs of humans to see the future. But she's happy with it. It's her world.
But she carries a secret and a very dark one. She's bent on exacting her revenge on the creature who killed her father. Problem was, she had no idea who and what it was. Only a name: Naurel.
When the opportunity presents itself for Alexis to exact her revenge, she may have to rethink her priorities.