"Nothing is what it seems in dreams." In the depths of a dark and twisted forest, Aris, crown prince of Lancaster, is tormented by recurring nightmares of the Tainted--monstrous creations of the black fae, a corrupting force that seeps into all who live within its woods. Relentlessly hunted in the dreams, he finds unexpected aid from a mysterious girl named Elara, and with her help he is able to elude the creatures each time, breaking free from the nightmare's clutches. But when Aris is wounded by one of the Tainted, the line between dream and reality begins to blur. When a weapon deadly to the black fae appears in his grasp from the dream, Aris and his sisters--Tamryn, Maeve, Maeril, and Aine--must race against time and Aris' failing health to uncover the ancient truth behind the forest's curse--or face the imminent threat of the black fae and its vengeful master, the guardian of the dark forest, Erebus Nocturne. ✧☽ ✧ ☼ ✧ ☽ ✧ Submitted for the Open Novella Contest 2026. Main Prompt: 75. A cursed forest hides an ancient creature longing for freedom. When it senses someone carrying the bloodline of the witch who once bound it, the creature summons monsters to a mansion where the forest and human worlds collide. The doors are open to anyone brave enough to enter. Side Prompts: 18. At eighteen, you begin dreaming of a stranger who feels like your other half. When they finally appear in real life, everything you thought you knew about love and reality begins to shift. 78. You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems.

Maya spent her whole life wondering if she'd belong. But one day, her heart is shattered so much she feels as if her life is beyond repair. Soon after, a new opportunity arises. One too good to pass down. It shapes her perception of life, herself, and the moments in between. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · this is my story, and i hope to inspire anyone who reads this book and teach them the same lessons i learned! this story means a lot to me, and if you are enjoying it, please leave a comment, vote, or even share it with someone you know would enjoy it too. thank you for clicking on colors of us! · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · cover credits go to @hyunjinnnnie ! thank you for this gorgeous cover <3

Dear reader, She never meant for you to see this. But now you're here. Reading the letters she wrote to the people who made her and broke her. This isn't healing. This is remembering. I'm not trying to be the victim. I'm not trying to be forgiven. I am, just. This is a collection of memories, grief, and half-forgotten truths - told by someone still learning how to carry them. I hope you don't see all of yourself in these words, but if you do, I hope you rewrite the ending.

Book 02 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections "Blood runs thicker than water but it all looks the same when your eyes are closed. But even so, when you feel it, It's still blood, isn't it?" To love is to lose To be is to stay regardless To miss is to cry To live is to run that mess Even if the world says society's just a mirror, But doesn't blood still run thicker than water? - Roj New Poetry Collection, new rollercoaster of emotions. So lock the belt and come on the ride and feel my mood swings with me. "Oceans too deep, hills too jerk, I just wish I was never alert" - From 'The Girl with no Dreams' "Life's the metal of the key, But my rusty metal already reeks" - From 'Bleeding' "Do you ever wonder if you weren't meant to be born? Do you ever realize your smile was meant to be torn?" - From 'Dear Misery' "You'd love criminals but treat us like Rats" - From 'Hostage' "I was wrong for being born, for existing and loving I'm the devil on this planet, came here to have a feast" - The Beauty & the Beast

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a rising phoenix of burning ash. A retry at innumerable dilemmas, many wars inside myself. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars, a thousand deaths, and a thousand times of trying again. ____________________________________________ "The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history." -From The Old Widow "Memories have left lesions in their stead." -From Bane "How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread?" -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________