KILL THE WOLVES
THE WOLVES KILLED FREEDOM and everyone else in the end.
"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •
the marbot family are of old french nobility, sun-kissed and wealthy and glamorous. every summer they return to their home in the french riviera to attend lavish parties, sip rose wine, and bathe in the turquoise waters of the mediterranean sea. one fateful summer, dangerous family secrets and scandals threaten to di...
i am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
Una and her sister grew up being told wondrous and terrifying stories of the Fae, unearthly beings who can help or harm. The older they get, the less they believe, but before they grow too old, they try one last time to summon the beings. Unlike every time before, it works, but they do not meet helpful Fae, and are in...
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
Thought I was abandoning the sentence/paragraph prose/poetry but nah, it's an addiction.
Alessandra's just a little broken-hearted. But when the one who broke it comes back into her life - all brown-eyed and beautifully regretful - will she believe him, or will she believe everything she's been taught about fuckboys?
2015 WATTY AWARD WINNER || PART OF THE EBONY SERIES || COMPLETED || EDITING || In the old times, all there was were the Necromancers and the Reapers. Perfect opposites. Perfect enemies. One, a race that ripped the earth apart, giving life back to the rotten remnants beneath it-- raising whole undead armies. The other...
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world. || completed || very short short-story || wattpad featured || Cover illustrated by Kacey Lynn (@untroubledheart). Find her on Instagram at: https://www.instagram.com/untrouble...
and such words settled over her like a wave of affluent misery. * this has been translated into vietnamese by the lovely @forestae ! you can read the translation on their account :-)
❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that ot...
she was bathed in color; so rich and deep and pervasive that she could hardly breathe.