Larissawrites Stories

Obsidian has always been different. Abandoned as a child. Raised in silence. A streak of white in her hair and a quiet sense that people's smiles never quite matched the...

Torn apart at birth. Marked by magic older than the tide. Destined to break the ocean's curse - or drown trying. Solara rules her stretch of coast like a lazy, sun-kisse...

She doesn't wear a badge. She doesn't need to. In the dust-blown town of Dry Creek, folks whisper one name when trouble rides in: Casey Blackheart. A woman with a gun on...