Sylvie has spent her life trying not to be seen. In Woodbury, being unnoticed is survival-especially for a woman who refuses to kneel. But when a mysterious stone comes into her possession, the careful balance of the village begins to rot. Whispers slither from Ashlen Woods. Old protections falter. The forest remembers. Once a god, now a king of the damned, the ruler of Ashlen was cursed to govern a realm meant to imprison monsters and forgotten beings. When his most powerful relic is stolen from him, he breaks the gods' laws without hesitation-stepping into the mortal world to reclaim what is his. Sylvie was raised on stories meant to keep her afraid of the forest. She never imagined the forest would be afraid of her. Nor that she would become the most coveted prey of a god who does not hunt without intent.

"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choked out. "You may call me Alastor." He answered simply. "You're going to be coming with us, alright?" "I'm not going anywhere." You said with a sharp tongue and narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter." The man sighed. Leather gloved hands brushed back a strand of his hair out of the way of his eyes. Looking over to the taller, more silent fellows of the trio before you he lowered his tone. "Get her in the car. Make sure no one outside is around to see." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is not your typical Alastor fic, in the sense that in this story he's also a mob boss and not just a radio host. If you're familiar with my work this shouldn't come as too much of a shock but this is probably going to be a very dark tale, that will touch up on some serious life issues and matters that may or may not be suitable/appropriate for all settings and audiences. 18+, graphic depictions such as violence, crude language, substance use/abuse, sexual themes and content, and triggering scenarios ensue: proceed with caution. I own absolutely zero hazbin characters and I certainly don't own you the reader. (Who I write as fem, apologies in advance.)

This was supposed to be a new start for them; Astra had made that clear. If she looked back on it all now it would tear her apart. A fresh start meant no more wounds. It meant new friends, and distance from endless hospital visits and a potential criminal record. She was ready to leave him behind her. (Authors Note: This story is completed, but is in the editing phases as I post the edited chapters before publishing. I intend to post a new chapter every week or so, and I'm more than excited to share my story with anyone who it speaks to!) Copyright Notice: This work, including all characters, original settings, narrative elements are all property of SJ Minyard. Any reproduction, distribution, or adaptation without explicit written consent is strictly prohibited. Any attempts to replicate my work will be considered plagiarism and be met with legal action. © 2025 SJ Minyard. © All Rights Reserved.

Juliette returns to her home town after the unfortunate passing of her husband in a tragic work accident. Her life becomes mundane and she's clouded by depression until a smiling face chases away the rain. -- Please read my author's note, it contains important notes about the content warnings. Any artwork within this story is mine and only mine unless I say otherwise. Any characters that are not my own belong to Vivianne medrano and A24 respectively.

A young woman named Ariel is messing around one night and accidentally summons a trickster demon by mistake. Well...maybe not mistake, but she didn't know it would actually work! ** In this love story, Alastor the Radio Demon finds himself summoned by a silly mortal girl. He can't help but feel charmed by her, and since she calls him just before the time of the hotels announcement, he never goes to "help" Charlie! His new form of entertainment comes in the body of a frail human woman. ** Alastor and Hazbin Hotel are owned by Viv. Cover art and any art throughout the book belongs to me.

Dropped into a world she was never meant to be a part of, Aria finds herself cold and alone. Aimlessly she wanders through the streets of hell, just trying to survive within this brutal world. She has no recollection of her death or even why she was sent to hell. She arrives confused and scared. Her memories seem to be patchy, skipping through moments and feelings. Ever since she's arrived, Aria felt as if she were missing something important. The ghosts of her life on earth are haunting her... If only she could remember. ** This is the sequel to Haunted. Aria and any art belongs to me. Hazbin Hotel and the characters within it belong to Viv.

For Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt. Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first hand the bloody past of old New Orleans? In a panic to fix her mistake, she shakes hands with death himself, and seals her fate. Now, her clock is running down, and time is not on her side as she races to figure out a way home. ** Any art in this book belongs to me. The cover belongs to me. Fawn belongs to me. Alastor and any other hazbin hotel related character belongs to Viv.

Moving into a new house on your own is never easy. Aria moves away from the city into a new home, deep within the forest on the outskirts of the small Louisiana town she grew up in. She never heard the stories of the old rickety house, she only saw the price tag and figured it was too good to pass up. One night is all it takes for her to realize why the price was so pretty. ** Hazbin hotel and Alastor of course belong to Viv. Aria and any art pieces in this book belong to me. The cover belongs to me.

In the quiet town of Paradise, Lyra has spent her life hiding in plain sight-haunted by dreams that feel like memories, chased by whispers no one else can hear. She tells herself she's ordinary... until the day a stranger walks into her café and everything tilts. Alastor Morningstar is no ordinary man. Son of Lucifer. Heir to the Shadow Realm. Executioner of angels. A creature who vowed never to love-and has never once broken a vow. Until Lyra. Because Lyra isn't merely a girl with gentle smiles and soft laughter. She is the Hollow-born-an omen Heaven wants erased and Hell wants claimed. Angels hunt her. Demons circle her. And in the corners of her dreams, something ancient watches, waiting for her to remember its name. As the realms slide toward war, Alastor is torn between desire and duty, loyalty and damnation. And Lyra must face what she is becoming-power forged of ash and flame, destined either to restore balance... or end creation. Love can be salvation. Love can be ruin. And in a world where vows demand blood, devotion becomes a weapon. Heaven says destroy her. Hell says bind her. He says-mine. Top Ranking Milestones #54 out of 38K in Fate (11/25/25) #54 out of 100K in Demons (11/26/25) #3 out of 28K in Spicy (12/6/25) #3 out of 19K in Challenge (12/8/25) #37 out of 52K in Fantasy Romance (12/23/25) #34 out of 35K in Hell (12/23/25) #4 out of 14K in Prophecy (12/23/25) #24 out of 20K in Heaven (12/23/25) #45 out of 101K in Demons (1/31/26) #24 out of 38K in Fate (1/31/26) #18 out of 34K in Mythology (1/31/26) #17 out of 20K in Heaven (1/31/26) ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, religious and mythic themes, obsession, psychological horror, nightmares, blood, violence, death, and sensuality. Proceed only if you crave beauty where it shouldn't exist. © 2025 All rights reserved.

The first battle for the Hollow-Born is over-yet no one has won. Lyra Ashbourne has awakened as the Daughter of Ash, and the shockwave of her becoming has split every realm down the middle. Heaven scrambles to contain what it cannot control. Hell fractures under the weight of loyalty, fear, and prophecy. And in the dark beyond both thrones, Erebus-First Darkness, finally whole-begins gathering an army powerful enough to erase creation. The mortal world burns. Billions vanish. Prayer turns feral. And every scream feeds the coming war. If balance is to be restored, Alastor-Prince of Hell, executioner, and avenger-will need more than blades and shadows. He will need his iron-blooded brother. An angel who dared to touch what Hell claims as its own. A lover who has transcended into something terrible and divine. And Jasper-the Shadow God-whose devotion has never been clean, and whose motives have never been safe. Vows will be tested. Oaths will break. Fate's threads will be cut. And when the realms finally choose their sides, love may be the most dangerous weapon left. Because this time, the enemy isn't Heaven. It isn't Hell. It's the thing that made them both. New chapters will begin releasing January 2026. The countdown to reckoning starts now.