The bass above them throbbed like a living heart, each beat muffled by layers of reinforced concrete and ancient wards. Light bled through the ceiling in fractured colors—violet, red, electric blue—casting Bianca’s shadow into something vast and many-limbed along the walls. Amenmose studied the sanctum with a tactician’s eye. The space was larger than it …
The hollow would not hold. Thygon knew it the moment the wind shifted and crept through the trees with that low, testing whisper. Shelters like this were lies the forest told the desperate—good enough for a night, maybe two, but never meant to last. Snow would find its way in. Hunters would, too. Everything left …
Daily writing promptWhat’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?View all responses The thing I’m most scared to do is start over from nothing—no familiar roles, no built-in identity, no expectations to lean on. There’s comfort in what’s known, even when it’s limiting, and the …
Upon your skin, I trace the subtle lineWhere shadows dance and whispered secrets sleep,A touch that sets your steady heart to leap,And makes your yielding body fully mine. Your breath comes short, a sigh, a fragile signOf passions rising from the dark and deep,While in your eyes, a dizzy promise keep,That pulls me in with …
The air shifted before the first blow could ever fall. A ripple—subtle, precise—cut through the charged night like a blade through silk. The shadows Bianca had summoned froze mid-slither, not recoiling, but listening. From the edge of the square stepped a figure neither mortal nor wholly divine: a woman wrapped in a long coat threaded …
The forest was a blur of white and green as Thygon moved, silent among the snow-dusted pines. Every snap of a branch, every faint gust of wind against the treetops, was a warning—and yet he welcomed it. He needed to be close, and the trail of the fleeing child was faint, fragile, almost invisible to …
I didn’t fall for you—I recognized you,like a word my heart had been practicingbefore it knew your sound. You arrive quietly,yet everything rearranges itself around you.Time loosens its grip.Even silence leans closer to listen. Your smile is not an ornament—it’s a doorway.I walk through it daily,leaving behind the smaller versions of myself. When you touch …
The wings hang low, no longer made for flight,Feathers bent beneath the weight of love’s undoing.Once woven from dawn and holy light,Now edged in ash, softly smoldering, still glowing. Each plume bears fire along its veins,Charred prayers whispered into the dark.Not burned by wrath, nor hellish chains,But by a heart that shattered when love left …
Thygon moved through the antechamber like a shadow, silent and deliberate. The stench of blood and iron filled the air, clinging to his senses, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on Veronica's still form, the faint rise and fall of her chest a cruel tease against the finality he knew was coming. He …
Veronica lay dying on the floor of the antechamber, blood leaking and slowly flowing out of her. Two-thirds of her coven slaughtered and her daughter now missing. She was weak...Fragile...Vulnerable...mostly violated. It didn't matter anymore. It was the least of her worries. She felt like a failure for not protecting her people. They lay dead …