Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic

the story of the children, not of the witches who lived, but of those who were burned. their revenge continues on. the flame held by the cracked torch passes along the steps of a downward staircase; with a fire that holds the history of death, it is alight with the inferno of the sun, alight with anger. versus the children born with the world in the palms of their hands, lapping from the water of greed, the honey of their ancestors' sins pinched between their thumb and forefinger. the sweet taste of gold covers the bitter taste of blood on their hands. the story of lovers who's tale begins with a war.

A pack of thieves ransack a witch's home, stealing her deck of tarot cards. Unbeknownst to them, these tarot cards hold the most infamous criminals ever known. And little do they know what they've unleashed onto the world when these prisoners escape their binds to the cards and scatter across the stars. It'll take a powerful kind of magic and a special kind of witch to find them. Cage is NOT that witch. In fact, she's not exactly a witch at all. She's a Lavender and lives in a world where women are the only ones with magic. With flowers that grow in amongst her curly hair, Cage is dragged into the hunt for the prisoners and must travel across the cosmos with a band of unlikely heroes. A witch of the winds and another of the stars. A boy who has magic when he shouldn't and another with the sun in his blood. Cage learns that the lines between heroes and villains can blur on their journey to stopping something far more evil than any of them could have ever imagined.

SIT DOWN AND TAKE NOTES; the witches are here to tell their story.

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

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

What if a guy on the radio tells you how he died?

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

Sadie Cairn doesn't belong at the Dearden Institute. She wanted to go to MIT. Or Stanford. Or any place where she doesn't have to perform blood sacrifices to pass her exams. Her sister Petra didn't give her a choice. Nobody could have known what Petra planned. If they had, both sisters would have been dead the moment they stepped foot on campus. THE MAGICIANS meets THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE ☽ ☾ Gory witchcraft, ghosts, conspiracies, undead forest creatures, and a subtle whiff of dark academia; all wrapped up in a magic college near a small town in the boondocks. Bonus: there's a haunted house in the woods.

❝ A GIRL WHO NEVER SLEEPS IS NEVER HUMAN ENOUGH. ❞ in which a girl turns into a monster.