Nir drifted through the trees, her pale blue form giving off a gentle glow. She had taken it upon herself to see that the creatures of this forest found safety in its embrace. Her presence gave them safety, peace. She could be fierce in her protection, and fearsome to behold. But all was calm...
(not necessarily romance unless you want it to be!)
Hollyoak Brothblood was bored. She fiddled with the edge of her robes and huffed. The king was supposed to send someone to pick up his new armour a week ago, instructing her to halt all activity until they arrived. She’d been cooped up in...
(Hi! My name's Marissa but my main character is Hollyoak Brothblood (her parents made soup - best not to ask; it's a touchy subject). I live in a small town that, while beautiful, is bORING. So many people just giggling about months old Facebook posts and crudely personalised vehicle number...