Valentine never had a lick of magic to his name, but that didn't stop him from becoming high society's darling in the enchanted land of Stellamaris. Until one cunning witch takes it all away... Valentine wakes up five years in the past as a backwater bookseller in Greater Moss-on-the-Wold, stuck in the drab place where he started. Robbed of his status, his looks, and his charmed life, Valentine is determined to find the legendary witch Lilivere and be freed from this horrible curse. Except Lilivere is out of town... and the only witch who can help him now is her taciturn daughter, Luciana. Who doesn't have a single drop of magic. Stoic, brooding Luc couldn't care less about high society, the art of spellcraft, or a sullen has-been cursed to return to his humble past. Outcast and misfit, she lives alone in the woods, preferring solitude to the villagers' scorn. But as they work together to break Valentine's curse and set things right, Luc and Valentine realize there's a greater scheme at play. And that magic, like so many things in life, is never as simple as it seems. Written for the ONC 2026. 39: After being cursed, you go from being the most popular socialite to becoming a nobody. 11: The daughter of the most powerful witch is nothing like her mother. 73. You wake up in a body that isn't yours, living a life almost identical to your own, and soon discover you're bound by an ancient curse forcing you to relive your past until you finally get one thing right. (Slightly modified; the curse is not particularly ancient.)

A forgotten amulet. A whisper of fate. A princess it commands, but at what cost? Maela, princess of the Seelie Court, can't sit through court affairs to save her life. To avoid another royal meeting, she takes a new path through the forest, stumbling upon ancient ruins. The secret within their shattered walls sets her on a path she must find the answer to--before it's too late. Main prompt: ~ 93. Buried beneath the ruins lies an artifact that whispers memories of an ancient being. The first memory it reveals is a warning and it's meant for you. Sub prompts: ~ 16. =And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul= Quote by John Muir ~ 11. The daughter of the most powerful witch is nothing like her mother. ~ 104. While wandering in the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more that wind through the trees until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all.

After a year spent healing at St. Francis Mental Hospital, Neillah must piece together the life she was forced to leave behind without getting caught. ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆ When Neillah Thomas is released back into society she expects her family and friends to have moved on--not believe she's dead. Convinced it was for the best, her mother assures her temporary grief was better than long drawn hardship that could only end in pain, keeping her wellbeing a secret from everyone, but also single-handedly cutting off Neillah's entire support system. Sworn to secrecy, she attends college at her dream school only to find her former friend group in shambles. Between the cold stares, scathing retorts, and literal evasion, Neillah is shocked to find her first crush is a loner and that hot-headed best friend of hers? He seems to be staring in her direction a little too long. Clinging to her promise to remain out of sight, Neillah stubbornly fights for the closure they all deserve and answers she never got, no matter the cost. | An Open Novella Contest Entry | | Cover by the Amazing @Caralogues |

Born to the immortal, fickle aes sídhe, Lorcán Ó Miach pays little heed to the turning world around him. His only concern is a strange, nagging boredom that follows him like a second shadow. So when a mortal child stumbles upon the home he and his two brothers share, he delights in the chance to learn about the odd girl. But humans are fearful, delicate creatures, and they are not the same. Careless, selfish, and perhaps broken, Lorcán must confront his very nature. The line between good and evil is a blurred one; if he cannot decide which path to walk, he will lose the only thing he holds dear-his family. ☽❇☾ ~ Standalone prequel to The Sun Sídhe (same world, different characters!) ~ ONC 2026 entry | prompt 46

Birthdays are special and some are even more special than others. Especially those that mark your first seconds into proper adulthood are notorious contenders. But what happens if it is not only the start of adulthood but also the beginning of the path that will lead you to your soulmate? Open Novella Contest 2026 participant

AN OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2026 ENTRY To revive the fallen God of Spring, the God of Winter must journey to the sky's end with the God of Death, only to realize that bringing back Spring may cost him his own soul. ⋯⋯⋯ ❝ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ.❞ Muli, the God of Winter, is a threat. His touch brings death, and Xua, the God of Spring, learned this too late. With the Star of Spring gone, the mortal realm is trapped in an endless winter. To bring Xua back to life, Muli must reach the Edge of the Stars, and he cannot do it alone. With the help of Ansa, the elusive God of Death, Muli's journey through the seven kingdoms forces him to face his past, present, and future. As they approach the Edge of the Stars, the cost of their mission becomes clearer. To save a life, Muli must choose what he is willing to give up: his soul or the god he loves. The gates are open. The stars are watching. And Muli is about to discover the ultimate truth. ❝ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ.❞ ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2026 (First Edition) UPDATES WEEKLY ON MONDAYS, 8:00 AM (GMT+8, SGT) [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby]

𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃. 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝚂. 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝙳 𝚈𝙰𝚆𝙽. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂. ────── When the pandemic struck, I was no different from anyone else. An infection spreading so fast and so wide, isolation was all that could save humanity. Numbers depleted to the demon that ate from within, and we watched with our hands tied. What else could we do? I was safe. My son was safe. Hidden away in a bunker with strangers who followed the rules as tightly as they rationed their sleep. We told ourselves that what happened outside was no longer our problem. Then the infection reached my son. I knew it was time to end this. But sometimes, the force of nature is just too strong, and internal demons are not willing to be isolated. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Prompt 108: You've been having nightmares that feel disturbingly real, and a few have already come true. Fearing for your safety and the safety of those around you, you begin to recount the very first nightmare that started everything. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Cover made by the talented Krafigs Design on Pinterest. Please check them out.

Nicole Brenner has been missing for three years. Sort of. Trapped between worlds and bound to a cabin deep in Pennsylvania's western mountains, Nic has spent every day since keeping an ancient evil locked behind the door at the end of the hall, and trying not to lose her mind. She's got a grimoire she's memorized cover to cover, a weepy cryptid named Pierogi, and exactly two weeks of corporeality per year to shore up defenses against the monsters called to kill her. Then Cal Muir walks through her front door - ex-Navy SEAL, ex-almost-something, and the last person she ever expected to see again. He's here to find out what happened to her; he doesn't know she's standing right behind him; and he's wasted no time dismantling her meager defenses (and she cannot stress enough how much of a problem that is). Now Nic has six days to figure out how to save a man who can't see her, from monsters he doesn't believe in, before Halloween night blows the door open for good - all while reckoning with the fact that the magic she once told him wasn't real might be the only thing that saves them. A second-chance paranormal romance steeped in Penn Dutch folklore, veteran mental health representation, and the kind of magic that challenges both fate and faith.

As the head women of The Wilting Society, we welcome you to our sanctuary. Here, we will heal the broken and wilting petals of your tainted soul, but before we are able to heal those petals - you must sacrifice everything for us. ••• Braelyn's life is thrown into an endless spiral of worry when her older sister, Macey, doesn't come home one night, but that one night quickly blends into days, and then trickles into weeks. But the fragments of her life remain untouched, as though she never left; she took nothing with her, she vanished, leaving zero reasons as to why. Braelyn knew something was deeply wrong, her sister wouldn't do something like this; her sister wasn't some runaway, and she knew had to find her. Since macey's disappearance, Braelyn had only been given one trace to her sister on the night she went missing, she had gone to a travelling psychic in the dark alleyways of their quaint town, Bronwick. When braelyn later left that tattered, over-hanging tent, she also left with an invitation. Welcome to The Wilting Society. Will Braelyn be able to track down her sister within the society, or will she stumble across something more sinister? ••• Prompts used - 80. "Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds." + 46. "We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get more obviously broken and classically beautiful then you." ••• cover designed by forgettablewords

All that once glittered was gold, until it turned to bitter ash and ruin. Juliette Laurant has always dreamed of a simple life, painting to her heart's content and unbothered by men and women alike. She gains her wish, to paint in a way that is envied by all who see it, but at the cost of her life's work, and the sudden arrival of a stranger whose only desire is to be seen once more. Now, trapped by the hands of fate, she must find a way to put an end to the stranger's cycle of despair or discover what awaits her at the end of life's final portrait ~*~*~*~*~*~*~