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The Hawk and The Flamebound: Breaking Dawn

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]
Buvi_Sailor · 48.7K Views

Weeping Dawn

Weeping Dawn is my love letter to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, and Fredrick Nietzsche. The story explores the relationship between individual autonomy and divine will, and how the tension between these two forces tears at the very heartstrings of human existence. Thus the seer on the mountain Declared “from The moment there was a spoken word, man declared war against his mother, Nature, tearing down her forests, uprooting her gardens, and ripping mountains and stone from the earth in an attempt to make her in his image. And now that he has conquered Nature, his hubris declares war against his father, the Spirit. All in the name of Progress – a mistress who cares for no one except for the one married to her last. And many men have conjoined themselves with such a mistress. He constructs abominations to pacify himself, to reduce himself to the state of an infant with drugs like opium and hashish. And now that he has conquered his father, he sets his aims on himself” This encapsulates what Catalyst Of The Divine is about and it pushes this perspective as deep as it can go. It explores man's relationship with order and chaos, a force that has many faces: Masculine vs feminine, left vs right, separation vs synthesis , man vs nature ,the divine vs the devil , and with us as humans caught between the two. And in this story we explore an empire that had long reached the height of power now subject to the paradox of man the clergy desperately attempting to alter human nature through experimentation. While the Merchants are attempting to usurp power from the crown to monopolize the peasants. Between this struggle there is the nobility who once protected the people and had their backs turned on them. Amidst all of this, we follow several lost souls trying to make sense of the world; By sticking to their principles, even when the world doesn't reward it…..all in the palm of whatever eldritch horrors await them beyond the veil
Malik_Isaac · 542 Views

Ricky Dagger

Ricky Dagger. Inventor. Visionary. Genius. Had his share of problems– a missing father, a high body count (not the sexy kind, unfortunately), and a city full of idiots who didn’t deserve his brilliance. But this guy? Victor? Victor was his biggest problem. Since freshman year, that bastard had been everywhere. Same classes. Same hallways. Same unsettling, ever-present smirk like he knew something Ricky didn’t. At first, it was annoying. Then it was really annoying. And now? Now it was just creepy. “Why won’t you take a hint, dude?” Ricky huffed, crossing his arms. “Should I make you a PowerPoint presentation on personal space?” Victor, as always, ignored him. “You already know the answer to that.” The taller man tilted his head, watching Ricky like he was some kind of science experiment. Great. Now he was dealing with a six-foot-four stalker who just couldn’t take a hint. “You suck!” Ricky screeched. He was angry– furious, actually– because nothing he said ever got through to this guy. Victor chuckled. Chuckled. Like Ricky was adorable instead of a mass-murdering mad scientist. “I know you like me.” Ricky’s face burned. He took several steps back in embarrassment, but Victor was always too close. Every time he tried to push this guy away, he just got closer. And that ulterior motive lurking behind Victor’s actions? Yeah. Ricky noticed it. Sure, Ricky was quite the catch if he had to say so himself– but Victor’s obsession definitely went further than flirting. He had been asking too many questions about things he should know nothing about. He made Ricky feel like prey. And Ricky hated feeling like prey. Victor closed the distance, voice dropping low. “And you're mine.” Okay. That was it. Ricky officially hated this guy.
SpiceyMints · 1.5K Views
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