Hunted through the ruins of a dying hamlet, Kaelen and the girl, Elara, are forced to flee as the dead spill into the streets, drawn by the lantern’s eerie light. With the sky burning red above and ash choking the earth below, they must outrun the horrors that will not rest until the lantern—and all who carry it—are claimed.

Kaelen faces the horror of the risen dead, only to discover that the strange girl’s lantern binds their blackened souls. But each victory only draws more attention from what stirs in the shadows, and the dead are far from finished with him.

Kaelen, a weary swordsman, wanders through a desolate land where the sky burns red and villages lie in ruin. Reaching a hamlet, he finds three bodies nailed to a dead tree, executed by royal inquisitors. In the burned chapel, he meets a strange, pale girl carrying a lantern filled with blue fire. She warns him that “they always come back when the sun dies.” Before Kaelen can question her further, the nailed corpses begin to stir. One breaks free, rasping with an inhuman hunger, and the others writhe into motion as well. Kaelen draws his blade, the girl’s lantern flares, and the dead begin to descend from the tree—setting the stage for a fight against something unnatural.

Answers found. More questions are abound. Morganite's forces are said to be looking for Omnia now. Thankfully she has a new goal added onto the main. Where are the Soldiers of Destruction? With files in hand, Mors and Omnia begin to stick to the original plan with added steps. Presently she is catching up from missing a few days of documentation and journaling. With mysteries out there, she wants to make sure she uncovers it all before Andromeda Morganite makes her move.

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This note is about the depths of feelings. I’d like to offer you a trip into my heart. I appreciate the love.

everyone has a caged heart at some point in their lives and its hard to heal from all of the pain and trama it has been through. caging it up and locking the door is the only way to keep it safe so we thought. sometimes the right person comes along and they stick around to help heal our hearts and unlocks the cage. its okay to let them in.

I’m caught in a friendship with too many changing feelings. He wants me, he doesn’t. everything is always morphing and causing an intense whiplash.

With a grace that defied the chaos of the moment, Nyctophila glided through the sea of shocked faces, extending a hand to the trembling bride. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down Alyxxia's spine. "Let's give them a scandal they'll never forget." Alyxxia's pulse quickened as she took Nyctophila's hand, allowing herself to be led away from the judgmental whispers and the gaping mouths of the wedding guests. They slipped into an unused room, the door clicking shut with the finality of a tomb behind them. The air was thick with the scent of unspent passion and the promise of something wickedly delicious.

A bold, unapologetic narrative from a woman who’s discovered her wild side through electrifying intimacy. It begins with candlelight and soft R&B, but quickly spirals into raw, soul-shaking sex that unlocks a new version of herself. She’s playful, filthy, and fearless—whispering lines like “I want you to ruin me” and switching the soundtrack mid-stroke to match her energy. The story blends humor, shock, and sensuality, ending with her laughing post-orgasm and owning her chaotic, pleasure-driven persona. She moans louder to manipulate tempo, says outrageous things mid-act, and still gets that 1:44AM “you up?” text—because when she gives it, she gives it wild, raw, real.

Everyone has a love story, right? They all play into each other like strings of who knows what, wrong, I've been waiting my whole life, I'd change my dating profile to bad to fierce to innocent, even to myself, nothing works honnestly if life were a kdarma i wouldn't even be the scandalous girl boss, I probably wouldn't be on crew thats how messed my love life was until i met him oh you think it got better wrong it got worst.

In the provided story, a young Black woman named Zora encounters racial discrimination while trying to buy fabric for a dress and attend a jazz performance at a whites-only theater. Refusing to be defeated, she organizes an impromptu concert with other Black musicians, proving that their art and community do not need the approval of a segregated society to thrive. This act of defiance at the age of sixteen solidifies her resolve to carve out her own space in the world. The story concludes with Zora, a part-time seamstress, meticulously preparing a new dress for a performance at a juke joint, symbolizing her determination to claim her place as an artist despite the challenges she faces.

At times the past can be ever so haunting. Doesn't matter who or what you are. Everyone has those skeletons in their closet they would prefer to utterly forget about. Somniare Omnia is no different. Though she is facing a menace to the entire human race, she is faced with the facts that perhaps she had something to do with it. Who is Darkmore and what part does he play in this? Is he responsible for the blue eyed Arius who keeps haunting Omnia? She wants answers, therefore she has decided to make a detour.

The Serpent’s Vow – A cursed prince turned serpent can only become human when kissed by the descendant of his greatest enemy. But when the destined girl appears, she doesn’t want to break the curse—she wants to kill him. Trapped in a dangerous bargain, the two must navigate a kingdom of old grudges, forbidden magic, and an unbreakable vow… where love might be the deadliest curse of all.

This is chapter one of my story the unedited version. Hope you like it. Alyson, Zoe and Melody all of them best friends are given a gift they never asked for, so what are they supposed to do now?

This is just the beginning of the first chapter, so a little snippet have fun reading! And please lmk what you think

A former minister discovers his true calling lies far from the pulpit—and closer to his family's mystical legacy than he ever imagined. Ray Stevenson thought he was leaving his old life behind when he abandoned his ministry on Chicago's South Side. After years of sleepless nights questioning his faith and growing uncomfortable with the unusual effects his private counseling sessions had on female parishioners, he walked away from Reverend Stevenson and became just Ray—a man searching for purpose in the Nevada desert. The timely letter from his elderly aunts, Dolores and Minnie, seemed like divine intervention. They needed help with repairs and "business matters" at the sprawling Victorian house that had sheltered three generations of his family. Ray expected leaky faucets and dusty attics. Instead, he finds a steady stream of well-dressed women arriving at the ornate front door, each one leaving transformed in ways that both fascinate and unnerve him.

Poem by me about a dream that should have lasted forever, but it was too scary to continue as it held a truth one could not bear to hear. -E.S

Poems by me!! This poem is inspired by the night and how much it influenced love. Hope you enjoy! - Elizabeth Singh

Once again, I have neglected to update my journal. However, this time I actually have a pretty good excuse!