Silverwing

She may have the appearance of an Angel, but she was far from that. As she struggles to overcome a family curse she also puts her knowledge to use as she leads a legion of what the humans call “superhero’s”.

This is a journal that is kept by one of the future residents of darkwood. without any memories, of who they are or where they come from, they have to learn the ways of survival for their new life in the dark. And maybe shine some light on the mysteries that surround them. this a fan made story of the game Darkwood. all rights are reserved to the respected creators

It’s a world of grief we live in, it doesn’t mean if you are from another, our everything unfolds in presence of Fate, we are vulnerable in front of the great Gods; we are boneless creatures meant to live on divines offering, take it with your open hands or let them shove it down your throats it doesn’t matter to the Gods, all they do is look down upon us from their higher throne weaving our destinies into endless knots of sorrow. Love was never supposed to be selfish, it’s something even Gods were scared to offer, so he birthed his children without the ability to love selfishly, but it grew inside those offspring’s heart, the more ardent the more selfish the love becomes. Mortala, unrelenting, deadly, someone who has lost the divine grace born from the emotion of selfish love, the Two daughters of scorned Goddess stirred the beginning of chaos falling in love with the Gods fallen, the race long abandoned by their Lord, the fate even the Gods wasn’t able to realize, how naïve for these souls to fall for each other when the heaven itself is their foe, it’s not just a tale of love between souls but the telling of our Lords Cruelty. “Our love has been slithering from millions of years, I have seen the bits of its remains on this wretched ground, it’s time that our love must live above the heavens,  and you eternally mine.”   -Jagar Silverwing “I was a man of winters, before you left a touch of warm Autumn leaf on my skin.“ -Valac Silverwing “I painted you into my poison eyes, and how I didn’t realise your paper like hands socked my sorrow-filled breath." -Jaravin Silverwing “I was tired of my pretty skin but then you saw  grace in my madness and it was you I loved, its you I adore.“ -Aryx Silverwing “All it took was a kiss on your little hands and I was man deceased to crawl for your love.“ -Jaceal Silverwing “I have only found comfort in my scars until you called them beautiful.“ -Harex Silverwing “These fangs have only slaughtered throats, and when they were on yours, they struggled under your cherry scent, only then I was barely a beast.“ -Gathor Silverwing Disclaimer- The art on the book cover belongs to the representative owner, I do not own it.

~ To be chosen by a Hero, is a great honor. ~ To be chosen by the Villain, is a great embarrassment. Luna Crescent, an aristocratic lady with blood stained hands & a terrible reputation, loses a bet against her princess, Aria Silverwing. As punishment for her loss, a husband will be selected for Luna, in order to continue the Crescent Family’s bloodline, or she will be stripped of her authority and executed in front of the Capital’s populace. Left cornered & humiliated, when faced against the oppressive power of a ruler. A random boy from the capital’s poorest district was chosen to become Luna’s new husband. His name is Eric. Pure & honest, young Eric was parentless ever since he was an infant. One day however, Eric was taken away from his home & presented in front of Luna Crescent’s murderous eyes. What awaited him, from then onwards. Was a life unlike any, he had ever tasted before.