Stories

Welcome to Elathia, a world where humans live on 8 islands that float in the sky. Capital Island is rich and orderly, while Zarch is, well, the exact opposite... A tale of magic and wonder to find oneself.

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Nathan Valencus after turning twenty has had his marriage arranged. As normal as that is for a noble man in the land of Victoria, he's not looking forward to it. Inexperienced and sheltered, yet with a sharp wit, Nathan hopes to make sense of his new life, and the husband who demands a pure spouse.

Nathan's future is like nothing he ever expected.

In spilled blood and desperation, their fate was sealed; in a quiet corner of the world, far removed from genocidal wars and marauding "demons," the stage is being set. Tragic soul mates, a human weapon, an elven exile and a tortured empath are pushed into play. Between ancient mysteries, relentless hunters and scheming gods, the truth runs deeper and they were trapped here long ago...

Pireno leaves his village to find Saghir and make a new life.

In times of chaos, a devout believer sets out on a near impossible quest- a man who has thrown everything away to save his beloved sister sets out on a near impossible quest- When their fates collide what will happen?

Giants invade a remote village of the fading Empire, claiming valuables, food, and slaves. Pireno, the blacksmith's apprentice, finds himself with a new owner, the giant Saghir.

Sudal is the only verl in his clan. He has the honor of fulfilling a sacred duty for his people. No one cares if he wants actually wants that honor. Sudal will do his duty, but on the eve of adulthood he takes one stolen flight soaring alone through the freedom of the sky. One moment for himself can't hurt before he faces the scrutiny of the clan as they witness his success or failure... but do the gods feel the same way?

In a three-kingdom war, the golden boy of a brutal, power-hungry nation meets an unlikely rival that prompts an even more unlikely strategy.

My grandmother made me talk to Diarmad Guerin every year after Christmas Mass since I was three. The letter he gave me a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday changed my whole world.

The Journal Entries of the Last God to be born, Astion.