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Centuries ago, a god of death and fire sealed his power in an ember no mortal dared to touch, until Lucius Valerius, trickster fae and self-appointed collector of shiny things, stole it on a whim. The ember he stole was never just a relic; it was a lock. A ward. A bargain struck with an ancient god of death and flame. And with its theft, the last ties to the forgotten Asterea kingdom begin to unravel. Magic fractures. The veil between realms thins. Entire villages are swallowed in smoke, and ghosts wander through cracks where fire once held firm. Now the veil between realms is unravelling. Everyone wants answers-and Lucius is forced into a reluctant partnership with one of his kingdom's most stoic knights, a man with no patience for pranks and even less for fae. But as they chase the chaos across a crumbling world, the truth burns brighter: the god is awakening, and Lucius is no longer just a thief. He's the key. The doorway. The chosen vessel. And if the god wants to burn through him?

A battle of minds, generational mental warfare.

[Ongoing] A collection of my poems and short stories that aren't long enough to be their own post. (Most are subtlety religious)

Humanity has finally achieved immortality in the future. See what it means to live forever in the eyes of one of these humans that has gained what science longs for. Time is linear, and the past will ever grow distant. "My immortal state is most definitely not natural. My earliest memories tell me that I was once human. A being with flesh, heart, and soul. Now...I lack all those things and thus cease to be human." - The Mother of My Heart

My first collection of poems. While the concepts for them may all be different, these poems will mostly center on the themes of death, chaos, life, nature, and humanity, the darker and lighter sides of all these things will be addressed. The genre I write is mostly romanticism. Feedback is appreciated To anyone who reads my work, thank you and know that I am starting a new project that encompasses both short stories and poems. I hope you enjoy the work I have been putting out.

Even if I never get the chance to know you, to love you. I'm still thinking of you. Prose one shot.

poetry. a book of hidden thoughts, and mindless actions. ©️ King Arci

This is just a short story about a girl and boy. The boy, however, just so happens to die. Read the story to find out how.

"Chess doesn't always have to be competitive. It can be beautiful." Writing can be, too. Do it but don't do it for the adoration, for the recognition, the accolades. Do it even if you're the only one who will ever read it. Even if you think your writing is shit. Do it because you love it. You're only playing against yourself.

A short story I wrote for my English class that I figured I could share with everyone.

Love. Loss. Eternity. They were bound by fate, torn apart by war, and reunited beyond the grasp of time. In these verses, Achilles and Patroclus speak across the veil of death-of longing, of grief, of the love that defied gods and destiny itself. Through whispers of the past and echoes of the battlefield, a love that never fades, a story carved in legend and sealed in eternity. Some love stories burn bright. Theirs never burned out.

Short story.

Short poem to release my thoughts.

A short, dark romantic story about a troubled man named Fredrick Alden living in a large old manor.

A short poem

Danielle is sitting in her house one day reading a book when suddenly, she hears a loud shriek. No one was there. Nothing is as it seems, and maybe what Danielle thinks is real might not be real at all.

A short peom

i narrate to you, the story of my falling, crashing, then flying. my heart is in your hands. -gap t<3.

In "Whispers Beneath the Fairy Tale," familiar stories unravel into haunting journeys through fractured minds and shadowed memories. Each tale peels back the glittering veneer of classic fairy tales to reveal the dark, twisted truths lurking beneath the pain, the fear, and the silence that no happy ending can erase. From a princess trapped in her own mind to a boy climbing a beanstalk made of guilt, these stories explore the fragile line between fantasy and reality, where nightmares wear the mask of legends. Prepare to step beyond the magic... and into the shadows.

A short Poem