Each year in the village of Wigden, people fall under winter’s spell. Citizens bundle up, stoke fireplaces, write cards, and give gifts. Wigden has ...

I walk home, holding my potion tightly. It glows blue in the afternoon sun. The concoction is one of illusion. If you give it ...

Our troupe of younglings played and sang diligently as we crossed the towering wooden gates. The stone courtyard greeted everyone with icy facade, covered ...

Content Warning: Sexual Content   Everything about her was perfect: the softness of her skin, those whimpers that escaped her as he pressed his ...

It was mid-November, and fall had arrived. The rural landscape had fallen under its spell. Foliage showed off shades of red, gold, and orange. ...

Out in the forest clearing, Hawthorn and I sit in the grass with fresh cups of tea. The sun is warm on my skin. ...

Content Warning: Sexual Content and Graphic Sexual Scenes When Pandora stepped out of the portal into Nyx’s office, her attention snapped to the row ...

Even though I continued talking with my parents as if nothing had happened, my mind was churning with thoughts, and my throat was aching ...

“You’re a witch!” Hawthorne holds her hands up. If it were anyone else, it would be a symbol of surrender. But from a witch, ...

Hypnos heaved a sigh of relief when he blinked into existence in the open-air atrium of Slumber. A massive fountain sprayed scented water behind ...