There is no night in the Everburning City. There can never be. ***** For four hundred years the Everburning City has withstood the advance of the life-strangling fog known as the Gloam. Its walls have held back five invasions, but on the eve of the sixth, the city's inhabitants know things have changed. Golems are coming out of the mist, and the bodies of the dead are rising at the Gloam's bidding. The city's last and most desperate line of defence comes in the form of the Crafters, individuals who can channel the power of fire, though they risk their sanity each time they do. The brightest of these valiant heroes are Tabitha a'Loria and her apprentice Gerald Reath. Risking their lives, they mount their airships, determined to save the last bastion of humanity - the Everburning City. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

The Witch's circus is in town, and you've got the best seat in the house! We only come around once in your pitiful, mortal lifespan. We've got feral beasts and feral children, knife-eaters and fire-feasters. We have fortunes guaranteed to come true! We have magic mirrors and a Carousel that's been spinning longer than you've been alive! Gorge yourself with our tragically addictive popcorn, chow down on our candy apples, cotton candy, and feast on funnel cake! Just make sure you follow our rules while you're here: Keep your ticket on your person at all times... if you value your freedom. Do not feed the beasts (or the performers, for that matter)... if you value your hide. Do not overstay your welcome... if you value your life. Cover by @Ever_Winter WINNER of the first annual Storyteller Awards fantasy division! Highest rank: #10 in fantasy

"𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯', 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." --- They would ooze rumours of both you're name, placed with the utterly specific adjectives, 'deranged', 'psychotic', and simply 'sick'. That was what you were known for, context or not. It was a simple way of living. Within the red-dirt town of Sandrange, with little entertainment and a harbour of saloon-goers in need of any form of amusement, this made you a target whether you liked it or not. Although, not unfamiliar with the wording, it's both the eyes of their burning scowls and the words that spit like fire from their tongue's that become something you can never get used to. So, you never left home. Cacooned in your home for weeks to months on end, all to hide from the town and the prejudice they willingly held, this torturous routine had only been broken by the two knocks on my door, and the call of the Sheriff requesting to come inside. ---

(COMPLETED) Becoming a princess by marrying a prince should have been every young woman's dream come true... but not (Y/n)'s. Unfortunately for her though, and for reasons she can't understand, neither her family nor the Crown seem bent on listening to her and putting an end to her arranged marriage to Prince Daniel. Left with no other option, a Wishing Tree located in the middle of the kingdom's Cursed Forest might be the only solution to her royal issue. The plan was simple, venture in the Cursed Forest, write her wish on the Wishing Tree and leave. However, when her original plan doesn't work, (Y/n) has no choice but to make a deal with the devil. And as Fate would have it, a mutually beneficial deal soon turns into something darker when the creature (Y/n) bonded herself to starts hungering for more than just freedom and revenge. When it starts craving her. #1 in #forcedproximity #1 in #witch #1 in #possession #1 in #demon #1 in #yandereboy #3 in #infatuation

In a world where vampires rule and humans are nothing more than livestock, (Y/n) has spent her entire life trapped inside the Human Management Bureau, a sterile underground system where humans are cataloged and kept for breeding, feeding, and experimentation. Escape was never part of her fate, until the night the alarms scream, and a stranger pulls her into the dark. But freedom isn't waiting for her beyond those walls. (Y/n) is thrown into a brutal underground world of black markets, starving vampires, religious fanatics, hunters, and whispered rumors of sanctuaries hidden somewhere on the surface. Hunted through a world of monsters wearing beautiful faces with a bounty on her head, (Y/n) quickly learns that her blood might be the only thing saving her. Or... it just might be the thing that turns her life into a living hell. Worse, the ones who find her don't want her dead. They want her, not just for the bounty on her head, but for what flows through her veins. There is something wrong with (Y/n)'s blood, something addictive. One taste is enough to leave vampires obsessed, euphoric, and unable to want anything else. Hunger twists into devotion, fascination rots into possession, and the longer they stay near her, the more dangerous that obsession becomes. As the city descends further into shortages, violence, and desperation, (Y/n) finds herself trapped between monsters who claim to love her, hunters who want to cash her in, and a world where humanity has become both prey and religion. And worst of all... a part of her still wants to trust them. #1 in #hedonism #1 in #yanderefanfic #1 in #infatuation #1 in #yanderefic #1 in #hunting #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #disturbing #1 in #xreader #1 in #violent #1 in #sadist