Ravale is, at its heart, a flawed city. Hunters are the ruthless rulers, killing any that dare defy them. But the city is littered with rebels. Rebels, who want nothing more than to take down the Hunters. Like any city, Ravale has secrets that people would kill to cover up, both figuratively and literally.
A Cinderella AU in which it's a princess instead of a prince. Btw this is shit but I want to share this shit with someone so here we go. Also this was an English assignment. I made the cover in five minutes and I'm aware that it's terrible
Oneshots in the universe of The Stars Watch Over Us All Requests open (but it'll probably be a while) (The amazing art on the cover isn't mine)
❝The four sisters all had their specialties. Like all four seasons, each a bit different. But at the same time, not so disparate at all.❞ The four ladies of South Neaslands were blessed with exceptional gifts, each unique to their own. But what if those gifts were a curse? • • • Written with my friend, Myra Guillou (@...
A short Danger Days oneshot series that I might project onto just a bit »»» Table of Contents: 𝗜. 𝗪𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 (𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴) - The Girl talks to Jet Star, and he shares a bit of his philosophical awesomeness 𝗜𝗜. 𝗪𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗜𝘁, 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴...
Cowrite with @anywherebutreality • • • Secrets. Secrets are toxic. They claw at one's very soul, tearing their victim's lives apart from the inside. Yet people still have them. And Cayden Levisay has more than most - yet, she doesn't seem to know this. Cayden has lived a harsher life than most, and her secrets are bu...
There is a tale told through Primordials about a being. A being older than Chaos. A being so old, that only Chaos has a sliver of a memory of him. A being that disappeared soon after Chaos formed. His name was Perseus. The Destroyer. The Beginning and the End. So old that he was not a Primordial. He was a Prota. A Fir...
Aella has lived in the forest with Sage for as long as she could remember. When she is finally able to explore, she realizes that the world is a dark and dangerous place. Fae soldiers marching the streets, fearful villagers, and untold stories. Why? Because of one being: Avril. The self-proclaimed "Angel of Death." ...
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