Bloodandbones Stories

"In the wild, thrones are carved from bones, and blood is the only law." King Asuro has ruled the Great Pride with fear, fire, and endless slaughter. But even the strongest lions grow old, and his empire trembles as enemies close in. His eldest son, Raka, waits in silence, his loyalty masking a hunger for the throne. His youngest, Koro, is dismissed as a coward, but even the weak have teeth when cornered. And beyond the borders, exiled lions gather, ready to drench the grasslands in vengeance. The savannah is restless. The vultures are circling. And when the first drop of royal blood falls, every lion will choose: kill, or be killed. There are no kings in the wild, only predators waiting their turn.

This is mainly me getting back active. After being isolated away from my account since I got my belongings taken. Alone in Society, is how I felt for the past month and it felt like the perfect collection to drop this month. Since I have been battling a lot of criticism for my body, health, etc. and I am only 14 so bare with me if the grammar is off. It's been harder for me to think straight and be genuine since I started freshman year in highschool, so i haven't been as consistent. But each comment, vote, and view allows me to feel needed like someone out there wants to hear my voice. Alone in Society is about my life, and how I feel. From all the slurs people say to me to the constant nagging of people being controlling of how I see the things I like and love. It's about statements of how JTUSL could've been my last resort. But finding that self love is harder to understand and this month I tried to figure out why.

WHEN GODS FALL The gods thought themselves eternal. Untouchable. They reveled in their own divinity, drowning in godwater, watching mortals die for their amusement, tearing entire species apart for sport. They believed themselves beyond consequence. Until something clawed its way back from the ashes. Vorthyx returned. Once a man, now a nightmare. A mortal who had everything ripped away his love, his family, his species, all erased by the gods. He does not pray for justice. He does not weep for mercy. He butchers them. Their temples crumble under his wrath. Their sacred lands drown in their children's blood. The once-immortal beings, so accustomed to worship, now kneel before him, begging for a death that never comes fast enough. But he is not alone. Aerin stands beside him. The most dangerous creation in the universe. A mortal twisted into something beyond comprehension. A mind so vast, so cold, that even the gods fear to speak his name. Aerin does not rage. He does not hate. He calculates. He has orchestrated every moment, every massacre, every scream, every fall. And when the gods beg, when they ask why-he only smiles. But something stirs. Something older than creation. Azhrram awakens. The first and final god. The one who should have never been disturbed. His breath unravels time. His hands unmake existence. The laws of the universe are written in his veins, and now, they burn with vengeance. He does not speak in words. He speaks in truth. "You have broken the divine order." The sky ruptures. Reality splits at its seams. What was once impossible is now undone. But Vorthyx does not kneel. Aerin does not run. They smile. Because this is exactly what they wanted. The heavens will rot. The gods will beg. And when the last one falls, something far worse will rise. Let the slaughter begin.

🦝🔱In the shadow of the 80s, two gangs of high school boys turn a quiet creek into a battleground, wielding tridents in a savage fight for dominance. As the water runs red and bodies fall, nature watches with eerie patience, ready to feast on the aftermath.🐟