A storm god approaches and destiny follows with him. While the rest of medieval Karnassis is ushered into the industrial age by the outlanders of the Öd, the humble island of Dyma clings to the past. They prepare for a time honored tradition -- the arrival of the Silent Chorus, a divine tempest crafted by Zoreus, the great eidolon of storms. But little do its people know, more than a god is coming to their shores. Mylo has never wanted to leave his island. But with his sister gone and a bond to a demigod accidentally forced upon him, his love of Dyma will be tested, as well as his fear of the world. Verana is leaving Dyma behind to become a powerful summoner, with ambitions to defeat the king and rule all Karnassis in his place. But her brother's shadow still lingers on her, threatening to turn those ambitions to a darker purpose. And a cowardly outlander named Claude hides a devastating secret. And if revealed, it could spell destruction for all Karnassis. When these fates intertwine, events will be set in motion that will change the Etherea forevermore. Cover Art by Amrin A. Sloat

"That's right," John growled in my ear as I started to moan his name. "You're only mine. Remember that." ___ My name is Smii7y. I'm nothing. Literally. I live paycheck to paycheck, leaving almost no money for my well being. Then there is this guy. His name is John Keyes, pseudonym for job is Kryoz. He is a famous buisness man and influencer with money, hot and pretty looks, is influential and just over all has everything served on a diamond plate with some money just as a dessert. And somehow, he still did the choise of me, instead of someone actually pretty and good for this 'naughty' job. ___ Or a story where typical and simple chliché won over an actual story with good plot, while getting all the 13 years olds on their knees, gasping for more, because it is 18+ cover pic: Pinterest

he woke up here. no memories, no awareness, unsure of the day, time, city, country he was in. he had to follow rules. if he didn't, he would hurt. physically, emotionally, mentally. an echoing voice telling him he didn't matter, he had nothing out there. no family, no friends. did he even have friends? did he have a family? he didn't know. a familiar knock on the door. hurried motions to slip his blindfold on and press his back against the wall. the screech of the metal. a thud? "Pezzy?" ⚠️⚠️ no irl shipping, that's why all my stories involve some kind of magic/supernatural creature because there's no way it can happen irl. Mentions of violence, darkish thoughts, ptsd ⚠️⚠️

One night after John finished his shift, he came across an unconscious vigilante in an alley. Deciding to be nice, he took the vigilante home and bandaged his head- little did he know what he was going to get himself into. Kryoz x smii7y x blarg Inspired by "Pezzy's health clinic for supervillains" By @NarrativeOfNikkael (Thanks for perms!!)

this story follows a girl who loves late night bike rides to escape the horrors of her everyday life, what happenes when she finds a guy with the same interest in late night bike rides. however the story isnt just that simple, it never is. Athena Nova Mills just moved to Texas for a new start. She decides to explore the city one night on her bike to get her mind off things.

Everyone was born with a power, you're considered lucky if you get two. A group of four, called Clooless, were that lucky people. They were YouTubers, just having fun and messing around. Zombies were always myths, a story, a joke. Until, in 2034 a power plant exploded, sending a green, acid looking liquid down the streets of North Dakota. That's relatively far from Texas, except what the group doesn't know, is that the said liquid has turned everyone who touched it into zombies. Their power is, fortunately, taken away from them as they become brain eating zombies in the course of a week. Now, they are making their way around the U.S.A, slowly approaching the other states. And by just one week, enough people have been affected and have made their way into Texas. And now, they are banging through every door.