Every night, she visits through the open window - silent, barefoot, shimmering beneath the pale glow of the moon. He waits, afraid to touch her, afraid she'll disappear if he does. She isn't his, and she never stays. She only smiles, her wings trembling in the rain. He tells her, "Don't go closer, babe - your wing will get wet." But love always forgets how to listen.

He thought love would lift him higher - that it would make the world brighter, clearer, kinder. Instead, it broke him in the quietest ways. Now, surrounded by traces of someone who's already gone, he tries to unlearn the way she fit into every corner of his heart. But how do you forget someone who taught you what love feels like? Maybe it was never really love. Or maybe it was - and that's what hurts most.

Zolani never thought her quiet college days would unravel into legend. With her curious cat always at her heels and a life filled with laughter and promise, the world seemed ordinary enough....until the night the veil lifted. A single choice pulled her into a realm where shadows whispered, and the familiar twisted into the strange. Old powers stirred in the dark, watching her every step. What she once knew as chance now felt like fate, and the secrets bound to her name grew heavier by the hour. Armed with little more than courage and the loyalty of her strange companion, Zolani must walk a path where allies may be illusions and every answer unlocks a deeper mystery. One thing is certain: her story is no longer her own.....it belongs to the world that has been waiting for her all along.

Every night, she dreams of a boy bathed in moonlight - a figure who holds her close in a world that disappears with dawn. Every night, he returns to her, knowing she'll forget him when the sun rises. But one night, the morning doesn't come. And for the first time, the dream stays. A story about memory, longing, and the quiet kind of love that exists between worlds.

In the chaos of war, some battles are fought with steel -- others with the soul. Admiral Arden Lexington was raised by vengeance. After witnessing pirates slaughter her family, she devoted her life to hunting them down as part of the International Pirate Hunters Fleet -- a powerful naval militia loyal to no crown, only to the Admiral who leads them. Hardened, brilliant, and feared across the sea, Arden is a force few dare challenge. But when a man from her past-Master of Arms, James Morgan -- is pulled from the wreckage of a sunken ship and placed under her command, Arden's world begins to fracture. The boy who once slipped into her heart has returned a man -- and with him, a quiet defiance against the life she's sentenced herself to. He doesn't judge her past-he dares her to imagine a future beyond it. As enemies gather and betrayals surface, Arden must decide what kind of legacy she wants to leave behind-one carved in vengeance, or one built on hope. Volume 1: Arden Lexington, The 8th Admiral of the International Pirate Hunters' Fleet, is the first novel in The Admiral Chronicles: a gripping, slow-burn romantic adventure steeped in loyalty, power, heartbreak, and the high price of freedom on the open sea.

| Wattys 2025 Shortlist | "To being on our own side." When Juliette and her two best friends, Maya and Mallory, are pulled into their fantasy story, they must carry out the story's plot as their characters. The fantastical world they created is far darker than they ever imagined: a doomsday prophecy fortells the ending of the universe, a violent war is at hand, and enemies lurk at every corner. Worse, she's drawn to the King, a deceptive and charming villain who aims to destroy the world order and the Flowers who protect it. The lines between fiction and reality blur together. Insanity stalks her every step as every choice brings her closer to the fate she swore to avoid. Will Juliette defy her fate and protect the people she loves or succumb to her destiny? #340 in Paranormal #70 in Romantasy

"...You are the Archon of This World. You are a living sign that Bizanth is a country chosen by God. Now, in the time of war, it is especially important to remind people of the blessing from above..." War, heresy, and one drunk too stubborn to die. The Empire of Bizanth is falling apart - caught between bloodthirsty priests, internal contradictions, and a never-ending war with the Arya, a bunch of mountain savages nobody can seem to beat. After the death of the Red Emperor, his iron-fisted reign gives way to uneasy politics and whispered betrayals. The new Empress wants peace. Maybe. To broker a truce, they send Lyn: Archon of This World, washed-up preacher, former brothel accountant, and possibly the worst diplomat alive. But not everyone wants the war to end. And Lyn - drunk, depressed, and haunted by secrets even he doesn't fully understand - might be walking straight into a trap. Is he a joke, a scapegoat... or something far more dangerous? *** The author had no intention of offending any existing religions or cultures. Bizanth can, with some effort, be loosely associated with Byzantium around the 6th-7th centuries, and Arya (with even more difficulty) with one of the pre-Islamic Iranian peoples, but for the most part, their culture and beliefs are fictional. This text has little to do with history; it contains elements of postmodernism and irony. And while I try not to take it brutally serious, it is a rather heavy work. Its central themes are the vicious cycle of violence, psychological trauma, and a sense of alienation. Oh, and humanism :) Feel free to point out any errors, typos, or stylistic flaws. Also, English is not my first language. (But the slang and overly modern expressions in Lyn's POV are intentional).

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

Now published! NO CAPES was removed for editing, but is now available!!! Every Super has two secrets: their identity and whose side they're really on. High school swim star Madeline Roberts is an NSRP (Non-Super Regular Person) with three major problems: Her mom's "accidental" death is looking a lot less accidental. A cocky Supervillain keeps leaving notes in her locker. Her friends and family are clearly hiding something. As Madeline searches for the truth about her mom, she's pulled deeper into a world of powers, lies, and a Supervillain who might be at the center of it all. Suddenly, math homework doesn't seem so challenging.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake