The Last Ember of Eryndor
The village of Vareth lay under a sky choked with ash, its streets choked with the stench of decay. Kaela’s boots crunched over brittle grass as she knelt beside the well, her fingers brushing the rim of the iron bucket.…
Curse
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Whispers of the Verdant Veil
The forest breathed in Lira’s presence, its ancient roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss-laden earth. She knelt at the base of the elderwood, fingers brushing the gnarled bark until it hummed beneath her touch—a sound like wind through hollow…
The Ember Veil
The air stank of burnt cedar as Lira pressed her palm to the scarred trunk of the ancient oak, fingers sinking into the fissured bark. A pulse thrummed beneath her skin, steady and deliberate, like a second heartbeat synced to…
Whispers of the Shattered Veil
The air stank of iron and pine as Kael drove his blade into the creature’s throat, its obsidian scales slick with rain. The thing convulsed, a guttural shriek tearing from its maw, and Kael wrenched the sword free, spitting blood…
The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The rain smelled of asphalt and regret, clinging to the neon glow reflecting off Scully’s worn leather jacket. He watched a young woman fumble with her umbrella outside The Crimson Note, her face pinched with frustration…
The Unraveling
Okay. Got it. Here’s the start. I’m leaning into the melancholy, the quick shift, and aiming for that teen audience. Here we go… The dust tasted like regret. Rhys spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Elestrie hadn’t just faded;…