Amon-Raeth. The Golden Sovereign. The god of the Sun, Desert, and Inferno. ​Now, he is the price of his own greed. ꧁༺ ༻꧂ Stripped of his light and his golden throne by the Council of Firmament, he is exiled to the very sands he once scorched with indifference. Adorning pale skin and human hunger, Raeth must navigate a world that has forgotten his face but still bears the scars of his reign. ​He is a man haunted by a "redemption" he does not understand, forced into a journey through shifting dunes, treacherous silks, and buried temples. Finding unlikely allies in those he once looked down upon and discovering that desperation is a knife. ​As the lines between his divine past and his fragile present begin to blur, Amon-Raeth must decide if he is truly seeking a way back to his throne, or if the light he finds in the dust is more precious than the fire he left in the clouds. or. A fictional South Asian mythology that explores the concept of "gods walking among us"

Hailey Aurora had been spiraling for years - fighting, clawing, surviving the rot of an abusive home ever since her mother died. But survival has a cost, and hers came due in the form of a debt she could never repay. The night she almost killed her uncle was the moment everything twisted beyond repair. A single mistake. A single fracture in the fragile line she'd been walking. And then. Him. He said only one word. "Amore." After that, nothing was fine. Nothing would ever be again. Yet something shifts. He doesn't cage her. He watches, yes, but from a distance that lets her breathe. He lets her stumble, lets her fight her own battles, as if he trusts her strength more than she ever has. And sometimes, when he forgets himself, there is a quiet softness in him. A fleeting honesty that feels almost fragile. It unsettles her more than the fear ever did, Because somewhere in that silence, in those small, unguarded moments... She begins to feel again. ONC Prompt #78: "You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems." Also inspired by: #80 - "Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds." ✨Twilight✨

Strange things have been happening in the Fox Valley. People disappearing only for mangled corpses to be found blood staining the snow. This is the main copy of Winter's Bite which will be continually updated to the most recent draft. The cover does not belong to me and is a stand in until the final cover is complete. ~Felinus Quill~

In the not too distant future civilization has collapsed and the worlds ecosystems have gone haywire. Alongside all this a virus known as the muta-virus has created a new kind of humans the fae with animalistic features, but able to survive the radiation and harsh terrain of this new world. This is the second draft of this book but certainly not the last. I know that there will be grammar errors and continuity errors but hopefully not to many. Please comment and feel free to leave suggestions, corrections or predictions I welcome them as they will help me write a better third draft and hopefully a best final book eventually. All parts of this draft have now been published. From here I will be working on my other book projects and codifying the worldbuilding for this book on World Anvil which I will link when it is ready in preparation for working on the third draft. ~Felinus Quill~ Cover by: Angelinascanvas (Instagram)

Cairus Music was the only thing that ever listened back. Every note I played held control, precision-something my life never gave me after my parents were taken in a mafia raid. I built myself from silence into perfection, a name people respected, a sound they couldn't forget. But at this university, something feels wrong. Eyes linger too long. Footsteps echo when no one's there. The past I buried is breathing down my neck. And then there's Vance. Loud where I'm quiet. Reckless where I'm controlled. Dangerous in ways I can't read. He watches me like he already knows something I don't. Like I'm part of a rhythm I never chose. I don't trust him. But somehow, I can't ignore him either. Vance I don't fail. I just don't care-about classes, rules, or anything this place pretends matters. But I need Adrian to pass, so I play along. Show up. Pretend. Then I hear him. Caius. Every note he plays feels too perfect, too controlled-like he's hiding something under all that precision. And I know secrets when I see them. I've lived in them. He thinks he's untouchable. Untamed. He's wrong. Because I see the cracks-the way he looks over his shoulder, the tension in his hands. Someone's already hunting him. And the worst part? I don't know if I want to protect him... or be the one who breaks him.

Touch her-and you will learn the architecture of the hell I built with my own hands. First and foremost, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. And I mean that very seriously. If you are uncomfortable with dark, disturbing, or morally questionable themes, then this is your moment to turn back. Not every story is meant to be consumed by every reader. Second, this is a dark romance-and I'm using that term loosely. This book contains obsession, not affection. Control, not comfort. There are elements of: stalking, non/dubious consent, explicit sexual situations, and graphic violence-not implied, not glossed over, but described. A lot of it. The male lead in this story does not think like you. He does not love like you. And most importantly-he does not believe he is wrong. He justifies what he does. Even when it involves blood. If that unsettles you, it should. So, if any of these themes are triggering for you, please do not read this book. I am not here to sugarcoat anything. I am not here to make darkness look pretty. This story explores the kind of devotion that is suffocating, consuming... and dangerous. And before you continue- understand this clearly: This book contains human trafficking, exploitation, and references to real-world horrors. It also includes disturbing acts of violence, some of which are described in detail. There are moments that are meant to make you uncomfortable. There are truths that are meant to sit heavy in your chest. This is not fiction meant to comfort you. It is fiction meant to unsettle you. The characters will make choices you may hate. They will cross lines you would never dare to approach. And yet... you might still keep reading. So, dear reader, if you choose to go further, do it knowing exactly what you are stepping into. Because this story does not ask for your approval- Only your willingness to witness it. Start - 01/04/2026 Finish - ? ?

"What is bath? Is it food?" she gasped, tilting her head. "Jungkook... why do mangoes feel like heaven?" "Do we comb our hair with this strange thing?" "Why is this ice cream so cold? Is it... alive?" Jeon Jungkook, 24, is Seoul's most infamous gaming prodigy-a rich, arrogant genius with a shattered past. After losing his parents in a plane crash, he returns to the mansion they once called home, hoping to bury the memories behind blinking screens and silence. But silence is the last thing he finds. In the attic, wrapped in dust and shadows, sleeps a strange girl in a tattered school uniform. Her hair's a tangled mess, her eyes too innocent, and her soul... long gone. She's a ghost. Seventeen-year-old Park Jieun doesn't remember how she died-or why she's still here. She asks why ice cream is cold, if baths are edible, and hugs like they're sacred. And Jungkook, against every dark corner of his heart, lets her in. He teaches her how to live again. But what begins as a strange companionship turns into something dangerous. Because falling in love with a8 ghost means facing the truth of death-and her past isn't just tragic... it's terrifying. Some ghosts are harmless. Some haunt with memories. And some were never meant to be loved. A story of forbidden affection, lost innocence, and a romance tangled in the roots of black magic and horror. He was alive. She was not. But something darker than death connected them.

Oren Hale discovers a memorial page for a boy who died four years ago and cannot explain why the photo looks exactly like him. After that, ordinary life starts to feel staged, like he is walking through a story someone else wrote. His tutor, Ayara, is smart, guarded, and dangerously easy to talk to. Their sessions shift into something riskier: honesty, which only makes the rest of the world feel stranger by comparison. As Oren tries to understand where the dead boy ends and he begins, the people closest to him keep steering him away from the truth. But the more he looks, the clearer it becomes: one of these lives is real, and the other is a mistake. He just doesn't know which one. AWARDS ~ Third Place for Best Romantic Pairing - The Triquetra Awards ~ Second Place for Best Prologue - The Triquetra Awards REVIEWS Just exceptional writing skills - David of INFERENCE

Teresia knows sleeping with the pastor's son is a terrible idea. In 1984, eighteen-year-old Teresia is stuck at The Well Fellowship with her mother and stepfather, surrounded by people who mistake obedience for virtue and gossip for concern. She knows how to play along when she has to. She knows how to stay quiet. What she does not know is how to stop wanting Charles Connors. Charles is the pastor's son. Beautiful, experienced, and far too used to getting away with things, he comes with a reputation Teresia understands immediately. He is the last person she should get involved with and the first person who makes her feel fully seen. What begins in secrecy turns into something deeper, more dangerous, and harder to contain. As their relationship intensifies, the walls around Teresia begin closing in. The church is watching. Charles's family already has their doubts about her. A secretive writing group offers the possibility of another life, but even there, jealousy and gossip have teeth. Every choice she makes pulls her further from the version of herself everyone wants, and closer to the one she might have to destroy everything to become. Set against the heat and pressure of a Southern church town, Teresia is a dark coming-of-age romance about desire, power, shame, obsession, and the cost of wanting freedom more than forgiveness. ❤️ REVIEWS ❤️ Your story still pops into my head. I loved it. So different from everything I've read before - Eleanor of Corrupt Romantics