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Taken

The night wore a friendly face
when it crossed my threshold~
boots quiet upon the floorboards
of the only place I called safe.
My house knew his name.
My walls had listened to laughter
that once meant trust.
But treachery does not always arrive
with thunder.
Sometimes it is dust
on the rim of a glass or on a breath ~ a bitter ghost dissolving
into the bloodstream of belief.
The breath of the devil
crept soft through my veins,
a fog uncoiling behind the eyes
where thought once stood guard.
Then the...

Devil’s Breath

The night did not batter my door~
it entered softly,
wearing the borrowed smile of a friend.
My hearth was warm, my walls were known to me,
the quiet house breathing trust
through timber and shadow.
He brought laughter like harmless wine,
a sweetness poured in fragile glass;
yet somewhere in that amber calm
a darker wind had learned my name~
the whisper of Devil’s Breath,
invisible as treachery in prayer.
It touched my lips like powdered dusk,
like ash from some forgotten pyre;
and soon the...

The forest had always whispered her name ~ in the slow hush of wind through hollow trunks, in the soft murmur of leaves brushing together high above the earth. It was a sound that drifted through the dark like breath from something vast sleeping beneath the roots.
Tonight the whispers followed her.
Rue ran.
Branches clawed at her arms as she fled deeper into the ancient wood, their shadowed fingers snagging her sleeves and hair reluctant to let her pass. The...

Introducing the Heroes of "Call of the Damned"

Sabi, Lyra, Caelen, and Maddox

Hello, fellow fantasy fans and adventure seekers! I'm excited to pull back the curtain on my upcoming novel, Call of the Damned. This gripping dark fantasy story follows a group of outcasts fleeing the brutal witch trials that have swept through their world. In a desperate bid for survival, they must embark on a perilous quest to forge the legendary Ouroboros—an ancient artifact...

I was walking through the woods alone.
The trail was empty.
No wind.
No birds.
Just the sound of my boots on the dirt.
Crunch…
Crunch…
Crunch…
Then I heard another step.
Crunch.
I stopped walking.
The woods went silent.
After a few seconds, I started again.
Crunch…
Crunch…
Then behind me~
Crunch.
One extra step.
Perfectly timed with mine.
I told myself it was just an echo.
So I kept walking.
Crunch…
Crunch…
Crunch.
Still behind me.
Still matching my steps.
Finally, I spun around.
Nothing.
Just trees and darkness.
When I...

Happy Spring Equinox

Today the light stands equal with the dark, and the earth turns gently toward warmth again. In the old stories of the Highlands, this is the season when winter loosens its grip and the land begins to breathe.

It is said that the long reign of the Cailleach — the ancient crone of winter, keeper of frost and storm — begins to fade as the days grow longer. The snow retreats to the mountains, the rivers begin to sing again, and the green world wakes beneath our feet.

Spring...

Introducing the Heroes of "Call of the Damned"

Sabi, Lyra, Caelen, and Maddox

Hello, fellow fantasy fans and adventure seekers! I'm excited to pull back the curtain on my upcoming novel, Call of the Damned. This gripping dark fantasy story follows a group of outcasts fleeing the brutal witch trials that have swept through their world. In a desperate bid for survival, they must embark on a perilous quest to forge the legendary Ouroboros—an ancient artifact...

Enjoy this sneak peak into Call of the Damned coming 2026

The wind carries whispers not meant for mortal ears, and the stone listens as if it remembers her footsteps.
Some truths lie buried in stone. Others are carved in blood.

(TW: Violence/ Abuse)

TW: Violence / Abuse

Call of the Damned

Prologue - The Nightmare



I remember the book before I remember the blood. The book was thick and soft with age, its spine cracked like a tired smile. The cover showed a hill split open by moonlight, a woman standing barefoot at its crest, her hair lifting as if the wind itself had chosen her. Gold leaf once traced the letters of the title, but time had worn them dull. I could not read all the words then. I only knew the pictures, and the sound of my...

In the depths of the forest, where shadows softly play,
She saw her in the moonlight, a fae of the dark court's sway.
Her eyes, like twin galaxies, with secrets old and wise,
And her hair, oh her hair, like the night sky with stars, hypnotizes.

She loves her with a passion, that’s deep and wild,
In a realm of mystic beauty, their hearts are beguiled.
With hair like the night sky, adorned with stars so bright,
She’s the magic in the darkness, the love that feels just right.

They dance beneath the...

Happy Imbolic my friends

The celebration of Imbolc originates from the Celts. Imbolc symbolizes the halfway point between the winter solstice (Yule) and the spring equinox (Ostara). The word "imbolc" means "in the belly of the Mother," because the seeds of spring are beginning to stir in the belly of Mother Earth.

Imbolic - written by Caroline Mellor

I am the dream of awakening.

I am the returning of the night.

I am the tough green shoot pushing up through the paper stones.

I am the first case...

In the hush of twilight's tender gleam,
Where shadows meld with silken stream,
A river winds through a world untold,
Its waters cold, its secrets bold.

Silent witness to the darkened mire,
Where whispers fade, where souls retire,
Through tangled woods and valleys deep,
It guards the tales that shadows keep.

It’s seen the blood, the silent screams,
The broken hearts, the shattered dreams,
A witness to the cruel despise,
To unseen tears and muffled cries.

The river flows with steady grace,
A mirror to a...

I am stuck inside this heart-shaped box
And even though the key is just beyond my reach,
Its tender warmth and light, they call to me,
A sanctuary, where my soul would be.

I see the shadows of my past in there,
The echoes of a love so pure, so rare.
Yet now I stand on the outside, apart,
With longing deep within my aching heart.

But hope still lingers in this aching chest,
A silent whisper urging me to quest.
For even though the box is closed so tight,
I'll find a way to reach its gentle...

In the shadowed heart of an ancient forest, where jagged mountains clawed at the sky like the fingers of forgotten gods, a coven of witches clung to their fragile existence. The air was thick with perpetual mist, veiling secrets that festered like untreated wounds. They were no benevolent sisterhood; their magic was a double-edged blade, woven from the raw veins of the earth and the whispered curses of the void. They healed the afflicted only to bind them in subtle debts, protected the...

In the sky, a rainbow arcs so high,
A bridge of colors, spanning wide,
From crimson's blush to violet's sigh,
In balance, all hues there reside.

Each shade a note in nature's song,
A spectrum where no shade is wrong,
In harmony, they all belong,
Together, they are vibrant, strong.

The red of dawn, the blue of night,
The green of fields, the golden light,
In rainbows, balance shines so bright,
A tapestry of pure delight.

From storm to calm, from dark to day,
A rainbow whispers, come what may,
In all things,...

Legend has it that deep within the dense wilderness, hidden from prying eyes, lives a being unlike any other. Standing tall and mighty, with shaggy fur covering its immense frame, Sasquatch is a creature of myth and mystery.
In the heart of the night, when the moon hangs low and the forest is shrouded in darkness, Sasquatch appears from its hidden sanctuary. With silent steps, it roams through the ancient woods, its presence known only by the rustle of leaves and distant sound of branches...

In shadows deep where nightmares tread,
Beneath a sky of charcoal dread,
I walk alone, through forest black,
The world a weight upon my back.

The moon is but a phantom's gleam,
A whisper in a broken dream,
Each step a silent scream of will,
A battle fought on every hill.

The wind it howls, a ghostly cry,
A lullaby for those who die,
But I press on, through thorn and mire,
Fueled by a dark, unyielding fire.

The wolves, they stalk with eyes of red,
Their hunger keen, their gaze widespread,
Yet I, a wraith in...

Ogopogo: Canada’s Legendary Lake Monster


Nestled amidst the majestic beauty of British Columbia’s Okanagan Valley lies a mystery as deep as the waters of its pristine lakes. Here, beneath the tranquil surface of Okanagan Lake, lurks a creature of legend, known to locals and visitors alike as Ogopogo.
Ogopogo is Canada’s most famous lake monster, a cryptid whose origins trace back centuries in the oral traditions of the indigenous Syilx people and whose presence continues to captivate the...

In the quiet of the evening, where the stars softly glow,
There's a love story blooming, in the shadows of the moon.
Her eyes, like the night sky, whisper secrets so deep,
And her hair, oh her hair, the color of moonshine, in dreams it weaves.

She loves her with a passion, that's tender and true,
In a world that often hides, they found a love so new.
With hair like the moonshine, glowing soft and bright,
She’s the dream in the darkness, the love that feels so right.

They walk hand in hand, through...

In the shadowed woods, where whispers weave,
A faerie danced with twilight's breeze.
With wings of midnight, dark and light,
She soared through dreams of endless night.

Against the odds, in realms of dread,
Where ancient fears and shadows tread,
She found her strength, her fire within,
To conquer night and darkness grim.

In hollow halls where specters moan,
She faced the doom, her heart a stone.
The moonlight pale, her only guide,
Through tangled dreams where shadows hide.

The raven croaked its...