The height of the throne calls for those with spine and the distance of its sound will find the ears of those who surface their heads from the blood of both enemies and allies alike. In the first breath of peace, disorder keeps its grip firm on its throat. The Akiyama shogunate has brought a new rule, and with it, a future with gods of metal and fire. Many began to surrender their worship to the divine with a wartime worth of spite bitterly spoken of in insult than in of melody or in rhyme. Though the ignorant proceed in bliss, the clans are suspicious and Takeyoshi is a product of their suspicion. As a shinobi, he knows that the remnants of war still echo through its corpse and its voice only grows stronger. Hired to amplify tensions, he spies on the affluent Tachibana clan only to realize the truth might be beckoning him to a place he no longer understood.

❝DEATH IS COMING, DEATH IS COMING.❞ A girl watches kingdoms fall as a man stained with the blood of an empire, puts a crown on her head. [4.15.17] all rights reserved ©2017

LOVE WAS NEVER MEANT FOR MONSTERS © 2017 opheliacs [43 - poe]

❝black girl magic, emphasis on magic.❞ five witch clans in an epic battle for control over new orleans. one dark secret hidden from them, with a plan to kill them all. (synopsis inside)

❝THE NIGHT BELONGS TO THE THE MAD, THE FORGOTTEN, AND THE DEAD.❞ Kora James is a witch and a bartender. Not necessarily in that order. With her skilled hands, she delivers liquid ecstasy to her customers. Her duties as a magical being and a member of the 6th Circle, are quickly dismissed and disregarded. But strange dreams haunt the mind of the young witch. Dreams of the old days and an even, older, darker creature. © 2017, lehmony [13.08.17]

A tale in which an angry god brings a teenage girl back from the dead. ⁂ "And at the crack of dawn, they rose from their ashes, abandoning their graves to wreck havoc upon the world." Neith Johnson was dead. Six-feet-under after being brutally murdered kind of dead. But when the god of the dead curses humanity for the first time in centuries, she returns. But the curse has a catch: she has to find whoever murdered her and kill them to quench her blood thirst, or she'll cease to exist. But how can she find her killer if she can't even remember how she died?

TIME DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU © 2018 mars

cults are for men, covens are for witches. COMING SOON fantasy | paranormal

"..and just so you know, old sport, that boy eats hearts." copyright © donnastartt 2016

impossible heists, lawless youths, and centuries-old paintings that hold immeasurable power. ✧ cover art by Louise Delfin