Icarus Stories

Mana is not a force that moves through the world. Mana is the world - every stone, every root, every living thing an expression of the same substance in different states of becoming. For as long as anyone can remember, the great Mana Veins running beneath Elyndor's three continents have kept that becoming in motion. Now, quietly and without announcement, they are failing. Kaelen of Aurelia can hear two resonances where a person should hear one. Lyra of the Verdant Pact has spent six years listening to a set of ancient measuring columns tell her something is wrong and finding no one willing to act on it. Darius of the Ironfang Dominion has spent his life filing true things in the place where he keeps true things that are currently unusable, until the night he walks out of his father's fortress and cannot go back. Three people on three continents, moving separately toward the same silence - the spreading stillness of a world beginning to forget the shape of itself. They did not choose this. The world is not asking for chosen people. It is asking for people willing to hear it at its worst and stay anyway. The ancient Works of the Predecessors are still standing. The answers are already here. Nobody has learned to read them yet.

Farran senses trouble with a suspicious client who pays well to transport a secretive crate. What's meant to be a simple deliver take a turn for the worse. You can also find my stories on Royal Road under BlueShreve

Pit's back in a new adventure! He's been acting slightly different but it's still Pit. Or is it really? Pit knowing advanced terms, speaking foul language, complementing the villains, and singing in a good voice? Sure sounds like Pit to me! As the events role in, Pit says some things that the real Pit wouldn't say. And why would he steal from his very own Goddess?! DISCLAMER: WILL USE FOUL LANGUAGE AND SOME BLOOD AND GORE AND SOME UNCOMFORTABLE THINGS I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK OF THE BOOK COVER

We are the dawn-eaters: we swallow the sun whole with our parched throats, but only do we melt away with the falsehood of divine intuition. An Original. © marrowmade, 2026

When Pit wakes up in a strange town, everything starts to go wrong. He meets a young man and being the friendly angel he is, they become friends. But once the man betrays Pit, can the young angel trust anyone in this strange place? What even is this place? And can he ever escape?

icarus is an ongoing episodic tale, with each new adventure titled as "Missions", about a misfit, science fantasy, crew living in a dystopian world under authoritarian rule, traversed mostly by skyships. The crew, a human leader, an elf navigator, an orc security and weapons specialist, and a fae mechanic, live aboard an old scrappy AI powered skyship named icarus. With help from a few supporting side characters, they take on odd jobs to survive. The story reflects the Icarus myth focusing on the fact that for a brief moment... icarus didn't fall, he escaped. You can also find my stories on Royal Road under username BlueShreve

Some poems I made for my own personal growth throughout my time as a writer, but I stayed away from posting any throughout all these years due to fear of my own and others' judgment, but now I've decided that that's a stupid mindset to have. So yeah, enjoy these poems that I've made! Some are long, some are short; there aren't really any consistencies in the length.

The Case Study of a Sun-God I. Observations on the Physics of Heat - They tell you not to look directly at the sun. They say it will ruin your vision, but they never mention how the darkness feels twice as heavy once you've glimpsed the gold. - The wax doesn't melt all at once. It weeps. It's a slow, stinging brand down the spine-a reminder that you are made of earthly, fragile things, and she is made of the celestial. II. A List of Sins I Have Gulped Down 1. The way her ink-stained thumb looks against the white of a page. 2. The number of freckles dotted along her face is 23 and In the right light you can connect them to my constellation. 3. The realization that I would rather be a handful of beautiful ash than a mountain of marble. 4. The fact that I don't want to be saved. I want to be consumed. III. On the Subject of Theology I am told that I hate her. I tell myself the same thing when the sun gets too hot and my skin begins to blister. I say I hate this as the feathers tear away, as the sky turns into a furnace, as the gravity of her existence pulls the marrow from my bones. For what was the purpose of a religion, if not to drown in the god you've chosen? IV. The Anatomy of the Fall Icarus didn't fall because he was a fool. He fell because he finally tasted the air outside of the labyrinth and realized that a life spent running is no life at all. He looked at the sun-at the terrifying, radiant heat of it-and decided to stop apologizing for his hunger. I am late to my own life. I am a ghost in a house of silver and shadows, trying to remember what it feels like to be warm. I'm sorry I called it hatred. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I'm getting blood on the gold. I just wanted to see if you were real. I didn't fly too high by accident. I offered myself up. V. Footnotes - The sun doesn't actually make a sound, but in my head, it resembles her laugh. - I think I might be dying. - How lovely it is to burn with you. - Are you even listening?

The crew of icarus ends their day at Mermaid's Bath, owned by Farran's brother, Kasper. An eastern dragon turns a night of fun into a night of chaos and luck. Find all my stories on Royal Road under the username BlueShreve.

A Kid Icarus FanFic.

curse of the stars..

Connor es un chico nacido en una refinada familia donde los padres deciden la vida que debe llevar inclusive cuando sea mayor. Todo estaba listo para que fuese doctor cuando de pronto sus planes cambian al verse reflejado a sí mismo en un espectáculo circense que le quitó el sueño y el miedo. Así Connor decide viajar para ver una segunda vez ese número luchando contra todo pronóstico de encontrar el circo y revivir aquella sensación solo que esta vez formando parte del número. Un libro que narra el significado de soñar, de creer y del auto descubrimiento. Inspirada por el Soundtrack de ''The Danish Girl'' por lo que es recomendable escucharlo a medida que lo lees. Aunque es libre elección.

❝The gods live,and they will rise again darling.❞ Modern Greek mythology tales by @njxwrites. Cover by:@naoella_ ©Copyright 2020 NJ BOTES,All rights reserved.

Athena, a young graduate, discovers her father's secret journal that changes her whole life. She sets out on a quest that leads her to a maze that no mortal has ever escaped from. And if she is to survive, she has to use her wit and intelligence like never before. Written as part of the contest 'Another Tangled Escape' by @Retold

When the night holds its breath, a bird remains awake. Under the velvet nights- the melody resonates within. Her songs were not sung, but woven into words. How can a bird sing without its voice? Why Do Birds Sing is a compilation of poems and stories told in silence- where its emotions resonate with the soul.

Icarus dreams of meeting the sun. What if all his dreams were to come true?

Coming back home was what he hoped for. Unable to do anything not having power to protect himself lead to him going through mental struggle. Having no knowledge of the location and the place all he has is the knowledge of the man that gave him a notebook. What he written is nothing to be scared of its why he was given the notebook.

When a little boy wakes up in the Undergrounds, he doesn't remember much. He remembers looking down a deep dark pit before falling down it but that's it. He feels like there's something more to his life, but is not sure what. When he meets a young monster, he seems to be hiding something from him. Something from his past. But what could he be hiding? And why would he be hiding it from him? What's this little boys name? Well.... He's a fallen angel named ???.