Sisters of the Silver Bow
I feel the ancient magic in my veins tremble as the first arrow leaves my bow. Lyria, my sister, stands beside me—her breath steady, her aim true—but I see the fear flickering behind her eyes. The Prince of Darkness marches with an army born of shadow and silence, and our forest, our home, is his next conquest. We swore to protect the Heartwood Grove, even if it costs us everything. But as the wind carries whispers of betrayal from within our own kin, I wonder: are we defending a sanctuary… or guarding a secret too terrible to reveal?My fingers tremble on the bowstring, not from fear—from fury. Below us, the obsidian tide rolls forward: armored wraiths gliding over crushed white blossoms, the very air curdling under Malakar’s advance. "They’re here," Lyria whispers, her voice tight. I don’t answer. I can’t. Not while watching the shrine of our mother crack beneath the weight of shadow.
She fires first. A streak of silver light cuts through the night, striking a war-beast mid-leap. It shrieks, dissolves. Cheers rise from our hidden archers—but I see what they don’t. Malakar isn’t leading the charge. He’s waiting. Watching. And he’s smiling directly at me.
Then the ground splits. Roots writhe like serpents. Something ancient is waking beneath the grove—and it’s calling my name.
Lyria grabs my arm. "We fall back to the inner circle or hold here and risk everything. Now!"
Cody Mathew
works: 6
Forbidden Sessions
I never expected therapy to feel like a trap. Dr. Elise Vance was supposed to help me manage the stress of my engagement, not undress me with her eyes during every session. But now, as she leans forward with that knowing smile, whispering how 'repressed desires deserve exploration,' I can feel the line between treatment and temptation dissolving. She says it's part of the process—testing boundaries, confronting fears. But this isn’t in any psychology textbook. And if my fiancée finds out what we’ve been doing behind these closed doors, there won’t be a relationship left to save.
The Quiet Stand
I’ve always been the kind of guy who disappears into walls. They push me, laugh at me, call me nothing—and I just take it. But today, I asked *her* for help. My girlfriend, barely five feet tall, softer than silence. She doesn’t fight. She doesn’t shout. But when she looked at me with those steady eyes and said, 'I’ll talk to them,' something cracked open inside me. Now I’m watching her walk toward them, heart hammering—not because I’m scared they’ll hurt her, but because I’m terrified she’ll realize I was never worth defending.
Fallen Prince Ascendant
I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.
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