Hi everyone!
I hope you're all doing well, thriving, and finding plenty of amazing books to get lost in.
I wanted to let you know that I've unpublished Hurricane, the story I started writing for The Originals fandom two years ago but never finished. Over the past few months, I've been revisiting it, making major edits, and reworking the story from the ground up. After a lot of thought and effort, I finally feel like it's reached a point where I can give it the rewrite it deserves.
The good news is that a large portion of the work is already done, so I'm hoping to have everything organized, polished, and re-uploaded within the next week or so. Thank you in advance for your patience while I get everything situated.
Looking back, I can see how much I've grown as a writer since I first started this story. I've learned so much, and I'm excited to bring a stronger, deeper, and more refined version of Hurricane to life.
Your support has always meant the world to me, and I can't wait to share this new version with you. Until then, I'll leave you with a little teaser of what's to come...
Thank you for sticking with me. ❤️
As if somewhere deep within her soul she understood a truth that immortals often forgot:
Monsters should be feared.
But they should never be worshipped.
As whispers of the Mikaelsons' return spread through the city like wildfire through dry timber, Cleo felt the shift immediately.
It was subtle at first.
Like the distant rumble of thunder beyond the horizon.
Like the first dark cloud gathering over calm waters.
Like fate clearing its throat before speaking.
The balance was changing.
Old enemies would rise.
Ancient debts would come due.
Blood would be spilled for promises made centuries ago.
