_“Magic has a price, are you willing to pay it? Luca?”_

That is what his great-grandmother had said when he had showed an interest in magic.

Oh how luca loved his _‘price’…_

_ _Luca, a man with black ebony hair and sapphire like eyes, came from a family of mages. Spellcasters. Healers. Poisoners. Herbalists, and a few necromaners.

No one in the Mori family ever had a patron or a dei...

I stared at the red liquid as it swished around my glass impatiently; the food grew cold as the minutes ticked on. I huffed before taking a sip of the wine. I sighed, my worries and anxiety making the red wine tasting like a thick sour and tart syrup, I grimaced at the taste before setting down my glass. The silence was starting to get to me; ‘Where is she? She said she’d be home after dinner.’ I ...

I look down in fear of the water below. I struggled to hold on to the grassy cliff, I held my breath trying not to be seen. I froze when I heard grass crunch as if it was being walked on; the footsteps got closer and closer. I bit my lip trying not to cry. I looked up terrified at the silhouetted figure stood above me. It looked side to side, it almost looked down when police sirens rang through ...

Two girls laugh as they run in a field, their hair whipping in the winds. They danced recklessly in the fields without a car in the world; both held much love in their eyes and their hearts. The girls ran and danced paying no mind as the ground shifted beneath them; the ground became soft, almost fragile in a sense, almost like a butterfly wing. The ground cracked and snapped as it widened; almost...

I don’t see what others see. People say I have an amazing gift; That my tears are sent from the heavens.

When I look in the mirror, I see a young royal with a curse. A curse that makes me valuable to others.

I could only stare as golden tears run down my cheeks, leaving small stars in its wake. This is my curse. It’s something that makes me “Valuable” to others; they want to use me. To sell me. M...