My first story about a pack of wolves. A family, a pack. Cane the Runt and his siblings face a world unlike their ancestors. There homeland was not there own, not when the two legs came. Traveling from den to den, territory to territory. Yet calm, composed. All thanks to the love of their parents Lushi the dark and Wena the red.

I started making this October 2025 onto November. I've been working on it's continuation and have stalled on it for a bit. I imagined it looking semi anime like Noragami. I wanted to see anime powers like this while it being slice of life. I hope you can enjoy this dystopia fantasy. If you've watched the movie wicked it gives a good refrence to how the characters magical abilities are triggered. Brooke is 17, reluctantly she's left in a way of sorts from her family. There was not enough room, for her. So without a plan besides the one she made up. She finds herself out in almost wasteland. Where she meets others with the same type of power. Dystopian# Foundfamily# #Romanticlovefocus

A fantasy like you've never seen. I've wrote then years ago, this story. I hope you like it. Includes spirits, maybe even ghosts. Its inspired by mythology of Asian lore in fiction, yes I know anime. I didn't stop writing at the time. I write short stories. I hope you'll like this. At that time this was a long story for me.

In a world of hard labor and handmade trades, Hollis is a warrior of the dirt. But when a boy glitches into her yard smelling of a sea that shouldn't exist, she realizes some wounds can't be mended with a needle-and some secrets are better found in the silence of a slow-burn heart.Twenty-year-old Hollis is a warrior of the mundane. In a world that prizes the steady hand of a seamstress and the sharp edge of an axe, she and her cousin Rocure are the anchors holding their family together. Surviving is a rhythm: the smell of curry, the warmth of shared tea, and the "deepest trust" found in a quiet moment on the porch. But Hollis's reality is haunted by a father who vanished into the "Great Silence" and a dream of a sea she has never seen. When Crestess glitches into her yard-smelling of salt spray and sounding like a lightning strike-he brings the mystery of the coast with him. He is a boy out of place, a "loop" in time that shouldn't exist. As Hollis hauls him out of the dirt and into her life, a slow-burn connection begins to form-one born not of heat, but of shared burdens and whispered secrets. Between the hard work of the farm and the strange magic of the teleporting wanderer, Hollis must decide: is Crestess a clue to finding her father, or is he the first person to finally make her feel secure enough to stop fighting and start thriving?