Synopsis: The Arch Mage of Thur’bon is seen as the most powerful mage in the kingdom. Leading the High Council and the Order of Mages, they are tasked with the safety of every citizen in the kingdom, and keeping order between the Great Houses. Always the head of the legendary mage family, House Abahd, members of their family have a monumental reputation to support.
Grandsons of the current Arch Mage, Aranthol and Alameric, have those same high expectations on them. Upon coming of age, the dutiful Aran, and reckless Meric, are inducted into the illustrious Order of Mages. Passing their trials, they are assigned to the same squad of mages, led by elder brother, Aran.
It’s a turbulent time in Thur’bon. Crime is at an all time high, and numbers are low in the Order. As their squad is tasked with investigating thefts at important magical sites throughout the kingdom, a string of gruesome attacks strikes the Great Houses of Thur’bon. The Abahd brothers must put their differences aside and come together to forge their own destinies, and save Thur’bon.
“Lights of Abahd” is a magical story of two brothers trying to find their place in a magical world where their purpose seems prewtitten. Join Aran and Meric as they navigate this magical world and fight to defend their people.
“Our family needs us, why can’t you see that, brother? They need to us to be strong, not for them, not forselves, but for the Kingdom; for our people. Everything we are is because of this family .”
As the elder brother, Aran is seen as the future of the Abahd Family. Responsible and stoic, but a fierce combatant, his natural aptitude for magic and skill in battle make him a excellent new addition for the Order of Mages, and future successor to the hereditary title of Arch Mage...but is that where his heart is?
“My path is my own. I will forge my own destiny, one where I put myself first, not my surname. Who do they think I am? My father? My brother? Never.”
Meric is only a year younger than his brother, and the black sheep of his family. He’s a free spirit, with a wicked mind and sharp tongue, with more skill than he shows. But being the younger, rebellious grandson of the Arch Mage isn’t good for the family image...but what does he care?
“We of House Seran don’t cower behind our fathers’ name or position.”
Adolphia is the over-achieving daughter of the Head of House Seran. Heir to her mother’s seat, she has worked hard to prove her worth to her mother, and the rest of the kingdom, and there is little that she will let stand in her way.
Emon, 20 - Necromancer
“Necromancy is an art, just like yours. I was born with my magic, it’s branded on me like—like your name. Without your magic, you have your Houses. Without my magic? I am nothing.”
Mysterious and aloof, Emon works as a thief and professional grave robber. His ability to summon the dead and reanimate corpses makes him a powerful mage, but it’s his wicked mind and ruthlessness that make him a sinister foe.
Sana Thargun, 18 - Nature Magic & Healer/Support Mage
“You choose who you are. I don’t mean shape-shifting; who you really are, where you go, the life you lead. No one else should make that decision for you.”
Sana, born a little boy to a peasant woman in a slum of Thur’bon known as Grimebay, new who she really was from a young age. With no formal last name or training, Sana uses her skills as a healer and influence over nature to be inducted into the Order.
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Trying this again this year for Nano! With a few changes: Celestine is now Aranthol, or Aran, and Cecilion is now Alameric, or Meric for short!, and Anim is now Emon! I’m determined to finish this year😤
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Clips and more from my book, The Blade of Arandus
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The air in the king’s chambers was thick with perfume and sweat. Incense filled the room with smoke and other earthy scents, mixing with the sweet smell of wine and desserts, that swirled into Liandros’s nostrils. He opened his eyes and looked up.
He was surrounded by a mass of naked bodies, men and women, and everything in between, of various ages and variety, were clumped together, sifting through each other in a drunken, sensuous trance. Liandros bit his lip, but slid across the silk mattress toward someone’s smooth backside. A head popped up from between their thighs, and grinned up at the king.
“Hello, Majesty,” she chuckled. She was a beautiful girl, just barely a woman, with soft honey blonde hair and big doey, grey eyes. “Enjoying the view?”
Liandros grinned and played with a stray lock of her hair. “What was your name again, precious?”
“Father calls me ‘Eighty-four,” she said dryly. “But you may call me Duli, your Majesty.”
“Duli, you’re Sirosi; I can see it in your skin. The sun has kissed it just perfectly, and your work has done nothing to age you. You are beautiful, darling. Your genes reek of nobility.”
Duli nodded. “My birth name is Dulira, and my father was the 4th Baron of Colerst-“
“Colerstar. Which would make your eldest brother the 5th. My father’s great-aunt married Indric, 2nd Baron of Colerstar. I believe we’re cousins, my dear,” Liandros droned. “How did you find yourself in this profession?”
Duli shrugged. “Well, our house was never the richest, and father made several poor investments and squandered a large portion of what little we had left. When my father died, my brother took control of our house. I told him that I would work for our house, that the new Baron would have nothing to worry about.”
“And then?”
“He sold me. Outright, for a small sack of gold,” she answered, her face still. Liandros expected a quiver in her jaw, or her eyes to water at the corners, but Duli held her head up and looked directly into his eyes.
He stared back with calculating eyes, then waved a hand out. “Fascinating story, my dear. Our own families are often the first to betray us.”
He slid his body over Duli’s head, and clasped his palms on the backside in front of him, and pulled himself forward. The owner looked back at Liandros with a toothy grin and hazy, dark colored eyes. The king’s blonde locks dropped onto his cropped black hair.
“My king,” he giggled.
Liandros modded. “Yes, I am very much your king...Belaxar?”
“You may call me Bel, my king.”
Duli pulled her way up through Liandros’s thighs and made her way onto his back. “Bel, your majesty,” she said, “is the son of an Iisyrian singer. He has a beautiful voice himself.”
Bel smirked and nudged Duli with his foot. “Mind your business, girl.”
Liandros chuckled. “Don’t be modest,” he said his voice suddenly deep and serious, . “Let me hear.”
Bel cleared his throat and sucked in a deep breathe, then let out a long, beautiful note that filled the air like sweet wine in Liandros’s ears. His voice hopped and danced across notes as he serenaded the King, who sat back into Duli’s arms, watching Bel intently with his deep blue eyes.
Liandros eyed Bel, then turned and looked up at Duli. She was funny enough, with charm, and her noble blood granted her great beauty. There was something in the upturn of her mouth, the childishness of her smile and youth. Bel’s eyes, on the other hand, told Liandros that they had seen much. They were beautiful and tired, but had a happy glint, and there was mystery behind them, some sad past left behind. And this beautiful voice that he was eager to hear.
He stood and shrugged Duli from his back. Then he reached down and pulled her and Bel from the pile of bodies, and walked them to a large cushioned sofa. He laid them down together and led their lips together with a finger on each of their chins.
“Yes,” Liandros said with a small smirk. “Kiss for your king.” He strolled across the room, his eyes rarely leaving Duli and Bel’s embrace. He returned in a thin blue silk robe that he left open, and tossed a purple silk robe at Bel, and a powder blue, lace slip at Duli.
“You two belong to me now,” Liandros proclaimed. He clapped his hands twice, and a squat man with grey hair dressed in a butler's robes wattled in.
“Your Majesty?”
Liandros stared down at Duli and Bel. “Contact Duli and Bel’s handlers. Tell them that they belong to the king now, and pay them each...oh, four hundred gold bricks.”
“Four hundred!” Duli shouted. “My last master sold me for ten copper and a sack of flour.”
Bel giggled and kissed Duli’s neck.
“You are worth much more,” Liandros snapped, a fierce look in his eye. “Much more. If I offered your bumbling masters and their peers a basin of my piss in exchange for their eldest grandchild, they would take it the deal and consider it a gift from the King. Four hundred gold bricks is nothing to me and everything to them, my dear.”
Liandros waited till her servant scampered off and waved a hand toward the door. A tuft of blue smoke, followed by the faint trail of butterflies, pushed the door closed. The smoke drifted around the room and placed three glasses and a bottle of wine on the little butterflies wings, and floated toward them. Liandros twirled his fingers around like a coundictor, guiding the glasses into each of their hands and filling them to the brim with dark, burgundy wine.
“How do you do that?” Duli asked.
Liandros shrugged. “Naturally. Do you remember my mother? Queen Irona? That woman was one powerful witch,” he said, a blank look on his face. “Excuse me, sorceress. I inherited all of her affinity for magic and more. Boosted by the strength of the Arandus clan. That golden blood that runs through....”
Liandros paused and stared into the air. After a beat, Bel leaned forward and asked, “Don’t you love it?”
Liandros stared back down at Bel and caressed his hair. “More than anything…” He bent down and pressed his lips into Bel’s and looked back up.
“I feel such tremendous power coursing through my finger tip at every moment,” Liandros continued. “Begging to escape. Do you know that it takes all of my focus to hold it in? This infinite rage that fuels my magic. It’s hard to stay this composed. My mother’s curse…”
Duli stared up at Liandros, her eyes wide, and nodded. She slid her hand up the king’s hard stomach and chest through his robes, then back down. She leaned forward and kissed just above his belly button.
“Now, now,” Liandros said, his voice pleasant and soft. “Slow down. We have all the time in the world, my dear.”
Just then, a faint sound of fluttering took Liandros’s attention, and he spun around. A purple light shone from across the chambers, and the air vibrates around it.
“Out!” Liandros yelled, his voice suddenly shrill and frantic as he scrambled across the rugs and pillows. “I SAID, GET OUT, YOU WHORES!”
The room shook and blue smoke rose up from the floor and whipped around the room like tendrils.
The prostitutes scrambled, toppled off of the bed and out of the doors of the bed chambers. Duli and Bel pulled their robes closed, and grabbed each other’s hands as they followed the crowd. A wall of blue smoke rose in front of them and solidified, separating them from the scrambling prostitutes. The wall curled around them, and pushed them backward.
“You! Duli, Bel! STAY!”
Duli and Bel stared back at Liandros, wide eyed. Hesitantly, Bel led Duli back to the sofa and pulled her closed, and they watched the blue tendrils of magic fling a furniture toward the doors of the chamber, while the king stomped toward his large, stained oak dresser.
Liandros stared down at a small brooch, in the shape of a moth, with pearl eyes and diamond covered wings. The brooch let off a milky purple light and began to tremble and glow and Liandros yelped in excitement and tapped his feet like a child. The moth rose and began fluttering its wings slowly, until it lilted around gracefully. The blue jewels that made its eyes shone bright and the diamonds on his wings caught every light.
“Hello, Liandros,” the moth brooch chirped with a tiny, funneled voice in the god-tongue. “I see you have been waiting for me.”
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*Author’s note*
~i barely grammar checked this one, i just wanted to get it out so bare with me 🥴
Luwyn picked at his stew. Jahal grumbled to himself across the table, eyeing Luwyn every other minute. Their eyes caught each other and another question popped into Luwyn’s mind, a familiar one. His lips formed the words out of habit. “Jahal,” he started, “why did we leave Rodan? Why did we come to this place?”
Jahal’s eyes opened quickly, and he sputtered and choked on his stew. “I’ve told you over and over,” he said between coughs. “It is ti-”
“‘It is time, Luwyn, it is time!’ You will give me a new answer, old man,” Luwyn spat. “You’ve ripped me from my homeland and shipped me to a new place, where I have to work harder than you do, and you still get to boss me around. You will tell me.” There was a fire in Luwyn’s eye, and Jahal saw it flicker. He knew Luwyn wouldn’t back down anytime soon.
He let out a deep sigh, tossed his spoon into his stew and leaned back in his chair so that the wood creaked and moaned.
“First of all, Rodan is not your homeland,” Jahal started. He scratched his chin and watched Luwyn’s face open with surprise. “You were born here, in Siros. We—you, your parents and I—moved to Rodan after…” He paused for a long time, as if choosing his next words carefully.
“After you were born, the previous ruler of Siros took power from her husband. King Miotus was starting his reign when he married the Lady Irona of Ioba, a powerful sorceress from the Isles of Magic. Their union brought about King Liandros. Miotus was killed when Liandros was a boy, and Irona took power for herself as Regent until her son was of age.”
“So we moved because my parents didn’t agree with the monarch?”
Jahal shook his head. “Irona’s regency was a dictatorship, and its sole purpose was to syphon the power from the Kingdom and the rest of Gaelenor. Fortunately, the queen died several years ago, and Liandros took the throne. No better, I say, but less ambitious than his mother. Irona wanted it all, Liandros seems to only want fancy clothes. “
Luwyn chuckled and looked down.
“I have wanted to return to Siros for nearly two decades, Lu,” Jahal whispered. He stared out of the window into the night sky, a dreamy look in his eye. “This isn’t just your homeland, Luwyn. It is also mine, and I have missed it dearly. The air in Rodan was stale. Inhale, boy. Breathe in the air you were meant to breathe. You are Sirosi, through and through. Never forget that.”
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He was ripped from his homeland and forced to watch his people gutted, raped and burned, and sold to a powerful merchant in the wealthy city of Asya. Now Ko must navigate a world he never knew existed, and survive The Pit, the deadliest colosseum in the land.
Ko of The Pit is an project composed of short stories about Ko, a young warrior taken from his people, sold as a slave and forced to fight as a gladiator for the cruel Lord Arishan Iluslah of Asya, in an arena called The Pit. With the help of Nia, his old friend and expert archer, and Arishan’s handsome, rebellious son, Alisar, Ko fights for his life and a chance to see his family again.
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Ko’akan “Ko”, 20
“My name is Ko’akan, son of Koa’atar, and you will never see me kneel.”
Born to the chief of the Eko Tribe, Ko was their bravest and kindest warrior. He protected his tribes in his youth, famed in across the plains for his strength in battle at such a young age. But his skill with a blade, and his sharp whit may not be enough to survive The Pit...
Nia’ika “Nia”, 18
“We are eachother’s home now. And I will protect my home with my life.”
Nia also hails from the Eko tribe, and is a long time friend of Ko. Her fiery sprit kept her alive and she was chosen to fight in The Pit, with Ko. Nia is a brilliant archer and tachtician and serves as Ko’s fighting partner and only family.
Alisar Iluslah, 22
“Did you think a pretty face couldn’t use a sword? Shame on you, warrior.”
The handsome, charming son of the most powerful merchant is Asya, Alisar is the true definition of a playboy. But under his silky tongue and pretty blue eyes is the rebellious heart of a fighter.
Arishan Iluslah, 60
“I own you. I own every one of those brutes. I own The Pit. I own the whole damned city!”
Arishan is the wealthiest and most powerful man in the great port city of Asya. So far from the seat of the crown, Arishan rules over the city with an iron fist, and owns hundreds of slaves, including most of the fighters in The Pit.
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Hello and welcome to a master list/nav page for my WIPs! Here you can find introductory and random posts for all of my WIPs, as well as links to their respective pages and posts. Enjoy!
Novels
The Blade of Arandus- The story of Luwyn, a teenager who discovers he is the long lost prince of the kingdom of Siros. He journeys to find Nazul, the mystical axe wielded by his ancestor, the founder of Siros and god of war, Arandus, to take back his true homeland.
Hum- Cal Guardia discovers his mother is a witchguard, the chosen protectors of witches, and that his father is a demon and Duke of Hell. His best friend Juka Elize, granddaughter of the most powerful witch of her era, chooses him to be her’s.
Children of The Sky (more coming soon)
Novelettes
Familiar- Arys is a talented witch, learning and discovering new skills everyday. One night, Arys tries to summon a familiar to help her with her many studies and tasks, but mispronounces the last word. A little black cat appears in front of her with blood with eyes, then morphs into a dark, handsome and enigmatic, naked, incubus named Fero.
Short Stories
Ko of The Pit (more coming soon)
Prompt Series:
The Short Adventures of Blane & Duran- An anthology Hum prompt series about Blane, a necromancer born into an affluent family of healers, and his witchguard, Duran, last of his noble witchguarding family, as they find lost and wayward magical creatures and return them to their homes.
Picture Prompts- I take cool pictures I find or that people send to me, and I write a little one shot or short story underneath.
