This is my first attempt at an original plot line and original characters. It’s coming along without any planning as of yet and it will seem uncoordinated and messy more often than I’d like :) I’ll try to post as often as I can!
This is my first attempt at an original plot line and original characters. It’s coming along without any planning as of yet and it will seem uncoordinated and messy more often than I’d like :) I’ll try to post as often as I can!
“Seylakà.” She breathes, running a sun-kissed hand over the stone archway. I could only watch as she looked on, enraptured in her child-like enthral.
Feya was a closed book, enchanted to only open valuable pages at her own will. She didn’t bare the emotional impulse that ran Arden or the strive for fight that Frost could never tame, she didn’t have a molten temper running her mouth, like Mora or...
Warrior bloodlines are producing dangerously low amongst the ruling Court Spark and Anala Crux has no choice but to aid in their efforts to battle the corruption of The Order and Circle.
When an Omen whispered through the centeriues rises from prophecy and sets the Courts through stricken panic, Anala must traverse through the forbidden Four Forests with only a band of supernatural, on a quest t...
“Luring you was harder than anticapted,” Azriel grinned, malice curling its sharp edges and curving his words. “You’re a hard woman to find, Anala Crux, it intrigues me. You intrigue me.”
His strong hand rises to my face, tanned fingers still dripping warm blood as his fingers caress the air above my cheek with that sadistic bare of his teeth. It takes all of me not to flinch, not to step back a...
“You expect me to follow her into the forests?” Arden asked, waving an exasperated hand in my face.
“We don’t have much choice, Arden. It is either her or we convince Dankworth and I’d much rather traverse The Four with Crux than a whining man-child.” Arden’s face crumbles into something like compliance as Feya steps forth and for the first time I see her be something more than unruly and unjust...
Arden’s fingers weave through my hair and with a great tug, she forces my head back. I catch only a glimpse of her irked eyes, glowing a deep nymph golden, before she thrusts me into the running rivulet.
The ebony water glitters its way up my nose and stings behind my eyes and down the cavern of my throat, stealing the last breath held desperately captive in my lungs. I flail against her strengt...
Feya walked on ahead, Arden trudging along behind her like a leashed dog. The jangle of her charms clacked loudly with each step and set my caution alight. The last time we’d ignored it we’d attracted Bozaite’s and Mora had paid the price with spilled guts — the memory spidered down my spine, we couldn’t afford to lose more numbers, not now.
Frost nudged me from behind, his fingers poking into m...
Frost shifts beside me, straightening from the willow bark. His gaze scorches the skin of my cheeks, watching, waiting for more to come… but there was nothing left for me to say without re-dampening the mood and now was the worst of times to choose to be curious, when we’d spent weeks on cautions ledge.
“You know,” He whispered. “I had someone like Milo, someone who seemed like the right choice,...
“The rumours circulated between the Three Courts for centuries.” Jin said, still tracing the silvery landmarks.
Arden scoffs beside him and rolls her eyes. The necklace between her breast pulses a glowing moss-green and she ignores it with the same sneering distaste of the paint-brushed barons, born and bred for the same ignorance.
Frost and Feya seemed all too familiar with what Jin had to sa...
Arden’s anguish pierces through the clearing, wet and guttural. My heart wrenches.
There was no reversing it now, there was no bringing him back. Frost’s death was an example Aries made. I knew he’d go far to lure me out of hiding, he’d done it with Milo, he’d done it with Feya, I don’t know why I’d thought Frost was invincible to the same fate.
But Frost… Frost he’d gone after because he was ...