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                           ↳ a wip by @holotones

“What do they call you in the villages and towns? I know you as the Black Wolf of Mariskaya, but…tell me, little wolf. Sheath your claws and tell me what your name is.”

I bare my teeth at him, my hands tightening on my sword as he lowers himself back onto the broken throne, mouth twisted into a soft grimace. “They call me many things. One of them the Black Wolf, certainly. Some know me as the Reaper, or Ksenia’s Hound, or even the Mariskayan Viper.”

The king smiles again - fatherly, gentle. “That may be so,” he says quietly. “But I asked for your name, son. Not your titles.”

I turn my blade slightly, so that it’s pointed directly at his throat. “Aleksander Volkova, but you may call me Kingkiller.”

CATEGORY: YA/NA

GENRE: DARK FANTASY, POLITICAL INTRIGUE, MYTHOLOGY 

STATUS: DRAFT ONE 

THEMES: WAR, MAGIC, DEATH, CORRUPTION, THE ENDS JUSTIFY THE MEANS, GREY MORALITIES, VENGEANCE, ANTI-HEROES, WHAT MAKES A GOOD MAN?

SYNOPSIS: 

when nineteen year old farmboy sascha volkov goes into the woods one stormy, fateful night, he expects to come out safe with the reins of his family’s lost cow in hand and his unused club in the other, despite the warnings of his mother and the stories he’s heard around the fire about the monsters dwelling in the woods, shadowy monsters with spindly arms and too-long teeth and dead eyes looking for a warm meal to eat.

but he gets more than he bargained for when he accidentally frees an ancient horror, confined for millennia in a weakening magical trap. a starving, eldritch old god, just waiting for some unsuspecting animal to wander into its clutches.

sascha volkov dies that night.

he dies violently and alone in the woods, in these woods teeming with magic and monsters. and yet, he wakes up the next morning in one piece, the woods too-quiet around him, alone once again - but there is always a price for breaking such a fundamental law of the universe.

miles away, trouble brews in this country of visionaries and dark kings, as sascha learns when he sets off to avenge himself. and before he knows it, everything has changed. what started off as a simple quest for bloody vengeance quickly turns into something more, as sascha finds himself drawn deeper and deeper into a web of dark plots thick with magic, violence, and betrayal. and soon enough, he learns the only lesson that matters in this world of uncertainty and fear - history is written by the victors.

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I think of you, murmur your name; and am not me: am happy.

Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa), from The Shepherd in Love, Selected Poems: Fernando Pessoa, trans. Jonathan Griffin (Penguin, 1982)

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— Chapter One, The Group from The Clouds

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BLOOD MIDNIGHT  ― wip introduction

❝ With these ancient walls, the air silent as ever, their intertwining hands tailored to their desperate lips. A saint of endeavor and a prince from blue roses, once adored by all, were slain by a demon. ❞

Genre: paranormal fantasy

Demographic: adult

Themes: second chances/redemption, self-preservation, traumatic experiences, romeo and juliet retelling, facing a dilemma or crossroads, corrupt justice

Synopsis:

Rowe Petzschke was exiled.

He knew this since the day he held the dying prince in his arms, bathed in blood. He did not weep for no demons could ever learn to cry, to sing, and to love. But in the state of shock, he became a living target, claimed heresy by the Arcangeli.

Thrown in the barren outskirts, he rebuilt his life through hatred in order to survive. But there was something wrong with him. He craved for danger and lies that tarnished the innocence of his youth. After that night of bloodshed and grief, something sparked inside of Rowe that he longed for the taste of the ecstasy and its thrill.

Returning to Skins only meant one thing for Rowe, to hunt down a malevolent entity the city had sealed for centuries. Only then will he regain his lost memory and relive the night again. Despite the Arcangeli’s warnings, Rowe found a more tempting offer the moment the creature showed compassion instead. Under the quiet evenings and blue roses that surrounded their stilled breaths, the city soon became their plaything and theirs to ruin with.

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THE CLOUDS — A WIP INTRO.

wip by @parisetoilee​

GENRE: YA coming of age, general fiction, contemporary

POV: third person, past

STATUS: drafting

SETTING: Australia in the mid-late 80′s

SYNOPSIS: Ten kids end up in a small town in south-eastern Australia over Christmas all in order to attend math lessons. Drawing on different opinions, backgrounds and cultures, they try to find their place in this world and define themselves as individuals.

THE CLOUDS is a is a modern novel about the gradual growth during youth and the exploration of the little things that make up life. After the outbreak of the sexual revolution and with the Cold War in its final moments, vindictive spirit moves the young masses. Teenagers struggle to be heard and helped at a time in history where any aspect is open to question. The techno age is indeed starting now. Basketball hoops and street games are being replaced by a fledging coorporative called Atari; teenage movies are popping up on cinema screens with no stop; and frayed jeans are the only garment adquisitive in the new malls. Reagan wins the 1981 elections and the conservatives expand their bases to cover all corners of America; communism is shattering into small pieces of dreams and freedoms that blur on paper. It is up to young people to rise up and fight, in the struggle for the world they were promised time ago in the hay and under the roof of the barn; praying on knees and crying out as the foundations of something called society slowly burn.

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A CURSE MOST FOUL  ⥟ voy bayenny and the four main magical specializations

“[…] it is everywhere, moving from sea to air, from air to soil, from soil to the fauna and flaura of our world. and it is from them that magic comes to us. a cycle of neverending life and death, for it is in death that this cycle begins anew.”                                       - excerpt from ‘Magic: A Natural Cycle’

skierat ⇼  the beastmasters. those who can enter the minds of animals, see through their eyes and even control their actions. a specially gifted skierat can be seen controlling several animals in a particular area. however, the ingestion of alchemical concotions made from a series of plants and the desired animal’s genetic and/or organic samples is needed to utilize this skill accurately. some creatures with significant intelligence and their own magical nature may be imprevious to it. it is possible for the skierat’s consciousness to be lost to one of the animals it is controlling.

vors kra ⇼ the face thieves. mages who can, through the ingestion of a mixture made from the glands of skin-changing deep water fish and bioluminescent mold, change their physical shape into that of another person. a well trained pupil of this art may even retain some residual memories and personality traits of the subject they turned into. physical, skin to skin touch, is necessary. due to continued intake of the previously mentioned mixture vors kra acquire a sensitivity to light and may lose all sense of self and their own personal disguintishing features. 

silnarii ⇼ the tempests. to a limited extent silnarii can influence the elements by drawing from the natural magical reservoirs all around them. each element, however, presents its own unique challenges. for example fire can be volatile and vindictive while air is flaky and sometimes unreliable. this is a specialization that requires extreme discipline and control so that its intended use may not yield unpredictable or chaotic results. 

jôna alkhimii ⇼ the battle alchemists. before, during and after a battle they are the ones creating the many concotions, mixtures and weapons used by the other mages to enhance their skills, to heal, to maim and to kill. notheless, they are themselves fearsome active participants. their skill is the transmutation of matter, including it’s reconfiguration into a shape or state of their choosing, the creation of magical infused objects and of objects that negate magical use entirely. this of course requires extensive knowledge, discipline and strength and can have catastrophic results on the user and on the evironment around them if used incorrectly. 

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[ MONSTROUS, WRETCHED, AND DIVINE ]

                     PAVEL NADKARNI 

“sascha?” his voice is tiny, drowsy. i don’t answer, heavy breaths racking my chest as i run. i can’t afford to stop. i can’t afford to even slow down. pavel bounces lightly against my chest as i sprint. “sascha,” he murmurs again, his eyelids fluttering closed again. “you came for me.” 

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WTW EVENT  ― day two ; main characters        → the gambling duo from these hungry dogs

there’s a man who wants to get closer to death, and a woman who wants to get away from it. 

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death, upright  ―  Death was not something he had learned, but gained over the years. Leon quivered at the very moment, knowing the meaning of it was never synonymous, it was skilled in deviating from its old habits, always a visitor but never a friend. And he wanted so badly to sleep in it.

“Death is the ultimate price.”

death, reversed  ―  Nadja fell silent, followed by the sound of her breath and the forgiving wind that whistled nearby. There was motion in her hands and with a quick narrow of Leon’s eyes, he caught a glimpse of her fingers weaving around a decorative charm, bathed in silver. She found it hard to set it free.

“I can take you to Death, only if you make me a human.”

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morningcome, a re-introduction

he’s found the next day, sun small in the sky, rays watery, filtered by heavy storm clouds and vicious winds. he’s splayed on a narrow path, leading towards windkerk, winding [..]

genre ∣ ya paranormal

status ∣ pre-draft – a camp nano project

themes & tropes ∣ mystery, friendship, coming of age, returning to your hometown and feeling distinctly out of place, mysterious deaths, cryptids & old mythology, a sailors curse that haunts an island still, amateur paranormal investigators, banter, hopelessness, body horror & gore + horror elements

something’s off in windkerk, with its streets sunny and windswept, beaches muted, marram grass growing wild, covering the dunes alive and elegant. something is off, has been off for years now – there’s lights in the dunes, floating just beyond the tree-line.

summer comes, humid, clings to the skin something desperate. she brings strangers, holed up in small houses along dark roads – and they know nothing, nothing of the things that haunt the island of zuiderhaaks.

summer comes, dangerous, sly in the way she lays claim to bodies broken. she brings familiar faces, warped strange and haunted – and they know. they know what haunts the island of zuiderhaaks – what chases them round and round, until they give in, until they relent, until they return, back into the clutches of pine and sand and a community too close for comfort.

… hanne haan, a protagonist reluctant, he tries to fill the gaps zuiderhaaks has left in his memory, dubbed sunshine child, must be protected by mees and aart.

… aart berkenbosch, named a killer upon his arrival – he’s the first to run, to hide and to fight, clumsy, driven by an ever present panic.

… mees teuling, arrives to wreak havoc, wants to overthrow every secret kept and expose zuiderhaaks and the monsters she hides.

… lau de jaager, she never wanted this, never wanted her home torn from its pedestal, and yet, here she is, buried in the misery that is zuiderhaaks

… senna vinke, a victim refusing to be one, she fights, teeth bloody, knuckles split, she fights – for the life she never got to have

… teun van zijl, zuiderhaaks got to him at seventeen and he died mad about it

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BLOOD MIDNIGHT CHARACTERS

❝ What he had done to my son is twisted, cruel, demonic. What he had done to the saint is twisted, cruel, demonic. I pray to you now, my last hope before it dies in me again. ❞

And her name is Magda Rosetti, last of her house and kindness, the matriarch and widow, now motherless.  

She was born and raised in a privileged house in Skins, the city of decay, where she crafted her musical and artistry skills there. As a true believer of the Arcangeli, Magda became their advocate, keeping their cause alive and well in her blood. In return, they protected her from harm and death, knowing she would join their ranks. 

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WICKED SEVEN CHARACTERS  — ZOFIA

fourteen / five foot two / time watcher / citizen of commerce district / first appears in chapter one

‹ Something died in him, the quiet aftermath settled on his tongue. The obelisk always knew. There’s no hope to save them. Brutal, they are all brutal, he thought. ›

Zofia wasn’t a strong fighter, he hides and walks away from his problem. It’s no different he ran far from home, left the industry district to pursue a better life and work. Still the remnants of his calloused, ashen hands gave his identity away not before the Renegades bribed the officials. Under their protection, he eventually learn he was not normal, adept in a certain ability, yes.

He gathered his limbs and took a deep breath. It was not easy to bend time whenever he willed it to, it required patience and a great deal of attention. So he started his preparation early, a slip of that thought, his shoulders tensed, jaws tightened. As his eyes began to water, he dropped his hand, ceasing his work. Out of his peripheral vision, particles of smoke from chimneys gradually slowed down, almost hanging in the air.  

It’s more than enough, he reassured himself, and if the exchange goes terribly wrong, reversing time is within my reach. 

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HEIR OF THE ALCHEMIST  — wip introduction

If there’s an affair, it is worth to mention it belongs to the Many-Faced Ones. For this gravely matter, the Baszceri begins to reform, devoting their mission to end the holiest sanction in their name, a heresy to the crown and pious.

GENRES: fantasy, supernatural, mystery

DEMOGRAPHIC: adult, mature

NARRATION: third person, past tense, one point of view

SUMMARY: Raised in the Faith of Speakers, Marcel is a pretender, hiding a secret he longed to forget. But to his demise, rumors of his apostasy gained the imperial king’s interest, believing he was the product of the infected. The very ones who mend their bodies with flesh from their victims.

Spared from his execution, he was sent to uncover the source of the plague as the conditions worsen, killing the people without indication they were the sickly. It became apparent he would require great lengths and rely on a particular summoner. And if he succeeds, the hopes to disposing the trench devils would bring them closer to restoring order.

There are greater things that come to those who break the cycle when merits are buried in blood.

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Marcel Krues — nineteen, initiate, he is the main protagonist and ventures to the source of the plague and to retrieve knowledge of it.

Horst Biel — twenty-two, apostle, the deuteragonist of the story, he was given a task to aid Marcel, however they don’t always see eye to eye.

Juna Fleiss — seventeen, warden, a fellow priestess and informant. She later joins Marcel’s mission but her motive is what separates them.

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writer struggles: using a word in a sentence and being 100% sure what it means because you use it all the time but having to look up the definition anyway because What If You’re Wrong

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Hello!

My name is Maddie, and I’m absolutely delighted to be joining the writeblr community.

I’ve been writing for a very long time, and I know that it’s something I want to do for the rest of my life, but I seem to have a problem with getting anything done. It’s high time that changed. So far my biggest problem has been staying motivated on one project at a time, and I believe that having a writeblr where I get to share my WIPs with a larger community will help with that problem. Historically I’ve very rarely shared my writing with anyone else. But since that is the end goal for most writers, I figured this is a good community to start doing that, along with enjoying every writer’s favorite luxury: getting to talk about their stories.

Which leads to my next purpose here! I love hearing everyone’s stories, and so along with sharing mine, I want to share yours. I want to connect with other writers like myself. So please, come share with me! Refer me to your own blog, recommend your favorite writeblrs, or rant about your WIP in my ask box.

I think that covers everything I want to get out of a first post, so uh… that’s that, I guess. An introduction to my current WIP (at the moment titled Ghost of a Chance) is on its way. I’ll visit the blog of anyone who reblogs this post or sends me an ask so I can start diving into the writeblr community! Can’t wait to meet you all!

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in search for more writeblrs to follow!! i would like to talk to more people around my age so please reblog this post if you’re 18+ and in college!!

here are some genres/writing things that i really enjoy

supernatural/horror

apocalypse!!

sports

crime

world-building !!!!

LESBIANS !!!!!!

screenplays

ergodic/mixed media literature (a là house of leaves)

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hi hello i do not know how i only now discovered how absolutely stunning your work is but i would like to be added to all taglists please and thank you

hey, thanks so much for the lovely ask and comment! and of course, i’ll add you to the general taglist! 

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