These are my stories. Pretty sure they won’t fit your criteria, but I’ll give it a try anyway. All of them ongoing and weekly updated. Complete and utter Fantasy.
Little detail, my mother language isn’t English. That’s why I can’t promise you that there won’t be spelling mistakes or a proper grammar here and there. If you’re capable of getting over this, then maybe you’ll enjoy my stories.
I understand if you don’t feel comfortable with it.
Have a great day,
P.S.: I’m lacking in the description department, which means that the description of my stories do no justice to the stories themselves. It’s a really infuriating thing.
This is the life of Nesryn, sixth daughter of the Faxum’s kin. Daughter of Beasts, female of the Mountains.
This story isn’t about love.
It’s about blood dying the snow,
the coldness of Winter,
the solitude of broken hearts,
and the tearing from inside out.
But it’s also about orange like moments,
addictive lavender scents,
the blooming of females,
and the flowing of water over freshly open wounds.
The Blues came to take the Redness away.
The Archangels and the Princes of Hell.
Their battle field, our land.
Just like cockroaches survived the meteorite rain, we survived their war.
What will be of us after the Apocalypse?
In a world where family is chosen rather than born into, where danger awaits in every corner. Fixer will go through Heaven, Hell and back for the ones she love; and so will they for her. Sick of only hiding, the Renegades will fight back to survive.
From sin made, sinful will remain.
Our actions define who we are, but they won’t ever change what we are.
Two sisters, same mother, different father. Drops of water born from the same fountain, one carries Death, while the other carries Life.
In the game of Hunters and Preys, how far are they willing to go?
From weres, vampires and witches, comes a story about forgiveness, hatred, envy, love, friendship and family.
Let the Hunt begin.