Magicalartifact Stories

Over 500 years ago Eris Vanserra left Morrigan bleeding in the woods for dead for entirely selfish reasons. At least, that's the story everyone knows. No one pushes her on it, and he won't elaborate. Eris grew up with every privilege on paper, but little that truly mattered. He's been haunted by that night in more ways than one, bound to a story he can't correct and an ache he can't name. And everything that should have been hinges on the truth finally coming to light. Azriel's love for Morrigan has been a purposeful disguise. He's spent centuries pretending to love her, knowing something about her never quite fit. Staying close was the only way to catch the moments she'd slip. He doesn't know what she wants or what she's hiding, only that the truth is far more dangerous than the web of lies she's spun. And he intends to uncover it before it's too late. Some truths shatter relationships, and others forge them.

In the neon-lit city of Virelia, a hidden war brews between ancient magical clans and a corrupt government exploiting forbidden sorcery. When Riven Kael, a young courier with a mysterious past, discovers a stolen artifact capable of unraveling the veil between the mortal and arcane realms, he's thrust into a deadly conspiracy. Haunted by visions, hunted by masked assassins, and aided by a rogue enforcer and a witch on the run, Riven must unlock the secrets of the artifact before the veil collapses - or the world as he knows it will be consumed by chaos. But as truth and lies blur, Riven begins to question everything: his memories, his identity, and whether the real enemy lies outside - or within.

Let's get one thing straight: I am NOT the villain in this story. Sure, I turned a Saint into a vampire. And yes, that technically ruined a divine prophecy. And okay, maybe the Warlocks have a point about the whole "disrupting the cosmic balance" thing. But in my defense, no one TOLD me Elias was special. Now I'm stuck with: One newly-turned vampire with concerning gold eyes and zero survival instincts. One stupidly attractive Warlock who saved my life and won't let me forget it. ? One Blood Debt I never agreed to (being unconscious doesn't count as consent, Johan). Ten werewolf packs who think we murdered their Ultima, the Alpha of Alphas. Zero ideas how to fix any of this. Oh, and those dreams of me and Johan that are making it increasingly harder to look him in the eye. Those will stop anytime now. As soon as I stop pretending to be his mate. We're trapped in a sacred temple, hunting a stolen artifact, solving a murder mystery, and trying not to kill each other. Or kiss each other. The line gets blurrier every day. Falling for a Warlock isn't just forbidden-it's suicide. Good thing I'm already dead.

In the fractured city of Faelindor, Aralyn leads a double life - apothecary by trade, magical spy by commission. When she's tasked with gathering intel on the Moondusk Shard, a forbidden artifact tied to lost bloodlines and ancient power, she expects another shadow job. Instead, she's drawn into a deadly game of secrets and power-one that forces her into the orbit of a feared warlock who might be her greatest threat... or only ally. Danger brews beneath every deal. The shard whispers of truth, and Aralyn's past may be the biggest secret of all.

Adrian Phyrsmith (an archeologist/professor), Volund Xenith (an archeologist/professor), Derek Celene (Priest) and Kym Rajiday (Soldier) are going on a adventure to find a powerful magical artifact before a rogue organization does and uses it to unleash a powerful evil

In a magical land, Fing, blessed with golden wings, embarked on an adventure with Firewall, guarding a powerful artifact against dark wizards and a formidable sorceress.