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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...

Call of the Damned coming - Sneak Peak (comic) Enjoy this sneak peak into

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)



Call of the Damned - Prologue TW: Violence / AbuseCall of the

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...

The starlit night In the depths of the forest, where shadows softly


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

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...

To darkness In the hush of twilight's tender gleam,Where shadows meld with

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...

Tender Shadows  I am stuck inside this heart-shaped box And even




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...

Shadowed Heart In the shadowed heart of an ancient forest, where jagged

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...

Rainbows 🌈  In the sky, a rainbow arcs so high,A bridge of colors, spanning


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,...

Canada's Sasquatch  Legend has it that deep within the dense wilderness,

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...

Survival In shadows deep where nightmares tread,Beneath a sky of charcoal

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: legendary lake monster Ogopogo: Canada’s Legendary Lake

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...

Her soft glow  In the quiet of the evening, where the stars softly

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...

The Faerie's Triumph In the shadowed woods, where whispers weave,  A


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...

Canadian Cryptids - The Windigo The Wendigo Deep within the frigid

The Wendigo

Deep within the frigid wilderness of Canada’s northern reaches lies a tale as chilling as the icy winds that sweep across the tundra. It is a legend whispered in hushed tones around camp fires and shared in solemn tones among indigenous and settlers alive; This is the Legend of the Wendigo.

The Wendigo is a creature steeped in the folklore of various Indigenous cultures across Northern America, including the Algonquian, Ojibwe, Cree, and Inuit peoples. Its name alone is enough to...

When you learn your deck, take the time to meditate on your question and see how each answer resonates with you.

Here are some examples of questions you can ask your deck:

1. What do I need to know/see/understand right now?

2. What do I need to focus on right now?

3. What message do my spirit guides/angels have for me?

4. How can I have more fun in life?

5. What’s the best way for me to make a positive difference in the world?

6. What will help me feel more at peace?

7. How can I express myself...

Raven's Vigil In the twilight's grasp, I stand alone,  Where shadows


In the twilight's grasp, I stand alone,
Where shadows fall and spirits moan.
A raven guards my weary soul,
While I await the boatsman's toll.

Oh, raven black, with wings of night,
Protect my soul till dawn's first light.
Guide me through this vale of tears,
Till the boatsman steers, and the end draws near.

By the river's edge, where silence reigns,
And the moonlight weaves its silver chains,
The raven watches, eyes like coal,
A sentinel for my restless soul.

Oh, raven black, with wings of night,...