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Hi guys! This one is for @flashfictionfridayofficial <333

Prompt: Alien Sunsets (But I also made this piece to contend in Furious Fiction so wish me luccck)

From the WIP - EARTH ENDER 

Dark science-fantasy novella that I’m playing around with on Wattpad - the cast is Vlad and Claude and their new time traveling friend, Koi! 

No PG warnings, all sweet magic n’ swords.

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“Look, baby cakes, angel face, darling little psycho pop—” Claude began with a sneer and a snort as he strung the sexist nicknames together, like pearls on a silk ribbon “don’t jump. We’re not out to get ya. We don’t even believe in fuckin’ magic. Right, Vladdy?”

The small girl, Koi was her name, looked coldly over at Claude and me. She was standing on the other side of the metal bridge railing, facing the zooming highway full of unmanned automatic hover cars speeding along the magnetic tracks. 

They were so loud it made my ears hum.

Zoom zoom zoom.

One of her white hands, whiter knuckles from the force of her grasp, was on the rail, and the other, was firmly curled around the grip of the strange rapier at her hip.

I nodded reassuring in a shrug, backing up Claude. His missing teeth and the long scar across the side his buzzed head, paired with the general asshole-ness, didn’t help his credibility. I looked more docile. More reasonable. And I sounded it too.

“That’s right” I said taking a careful step towards her “you don’t have to jump.”

The sun was setting in the distance. Painting the sky in an array of deep orange-red pigments with lemon-yellow cuts across cotton clouds, as it sunk behind the massive highway leading away from Crest City.

Koi’s silhouette was almost black against the dying light and her long, looong, blond hair lifted in the gust from the lethal traffic below.

Her face stayed tight. Sharply angled to us over her shoulder.

“Isn’t it wack to off yourself if you’re worried we’ll kill you, anywho? Seems like double work to me.” Claude took a deep swallow of the cherry coke in his hand.

“I’m not about to end my own life. Imbecile.” Koi’s thick odd accent covered her words like oil covers a coin.

“Then whatcha doin’?” Claude asked, arching a dark brow.

“Yeah what are you doing?” I was curious too.

“Magic.” She hissed, black eyes burning, and with that she drew her weapon carving the air in front of her. It sliced impossibly apart. I was watching how the blade ran through a block of thick invisible jelly, but at the same time comprehending at it wasn’t jelly at all, it was space.

The air opened like a gaping wound splitting along the slashing arch of her arm. The gash crackled around its blue electric edge, sizzling, zapping earsplitting current and fire-like electricity. The sound swallowed the cars’ roar below.

I yelped in surprise, slapped my hands over my ears and jumped away from the railing. Claude did the same, but spat out a curse rather than a yelp, and dropped his soda.

Koi sheathed her sword.

“Follow.” She commanded.

And then she jumped.

Gracefully swan diving into the void that sounded like an industrial fryer. When her body met the portal, a splash of lightning and blue sparks flew up, contrasting the warm sunset with cold ‘magic’ in a chilling ZAP! —and then she was gone.

The hole remained open. Sizzling and angry, but closing slowly, the edges of time and space regenerating, desperate to weave together reality.

Claude howled like the rabid dog that he was. He’d jumped the railing before I had even seen him move.

I stared as his lanky body canon-balled into the unknown with an impossible fire splash! Then I jumped the rail too.

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-Ciao-

- The King, the Snake and the Dead Man -

Do you crave some sexy gore and conflicted emotion? 

What am I saying, of course you do.

This was a little scene I started sketching at a write-in and it’s Deria, Shiroin and Heikel in a room. 

Get ready to be touched by something monstrous.

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- The King, the Snake and the Dead Man - 

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Like the sweetest and softest of summer berries her shining red lips wrapped around my finger, then, her lightless black pits of death-magic eyes flicked up in mine. It was a void of nothing and everything, and I was instantly pulled into that cold darkness of a starless winter night.  

My heart was pounding like the heavy beat of the mountain drum during a bore hunt and my voice was an uncertain rasp when I spoke.

”Shiroin…” I started but stopped in a hiss of delight as she sucked my finger into her hot wet mouth until the second knuckle.

I could still see the maimed body sprawled out on the middle of the floor behind her blond hair. Against my will my pants tightened over the crotch, unable to separate the sensation of her willing mouth from the fresh slaughter in the room. 

K x S ~ Brothel Haze

Hello, good evening writers and readers! It was flash fiction Friday yesterday and the seriously awesome prompt was: weeds and ruins!!

I didn’t make the deadline, but I had a great time with this one so I thought I would share!

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I shut the door to our temporary home behind me when Kiel had entered.

The thick soaring fog of Sweet Root swirled in this room as it had downstairs and I took a deep slow breath through my nose. The heavy smoke tickled my nose and filled my skull in a tickle. I had been breathing it for hours while we talked to the blind brothel witch, however now it was getting to me with all its might, making me feel floaty like silk sheets in water, and starved like a caged tiger.

The Sweet Root was hitting me so hard and so suddenly because Kiel and I were alone.

In truth I had starting to drop my guard as soon as we had snaked our way up the spiraling staircase, even though I knew the Ruin City would never be safe for me. I was born the enemy. To Kiel and to his ancestor’s blood. The Red Ruler of the south and the daughter of a tyrant line. But in this shelter of privacy, a room with but a bed and a chair, both of our masks were gone.

We did not have to hide who we were in here.

I slid down my dark hood while keeping my hungry stare fixed on Kiel. He was leaning on the window frame in the far end of the dim room, only just lit by the last touches of dusk.

“Is it making you shift?” He asked quietly, his own sort of calm predatory gaze gleaming in the crepuscular shadows.

“Shift?” I muttered. My lips felt numb and soft. Ready to be kissed. Or bitten. Or both.

“The smoke. I grew up in it but I am sure it is affecting you. I should have warned you.” Kiel did not look like he was feeling particularly regretful that he hadn’t. The scar over the side of his lips twitched upward in a smirk.

“It takes more than silly whore weeds to make me into something I am not.” My fingers opened the silvery clasp on my cloak and it fell at my heels as I glided over the floorboards, towards my charmingly provoking prey.

“Of course. However, Rhav Root does not shift you away from yourself.” He uncrossed his arms and carefully pulled out of his black wool coat.

“It makes you the purest form of what we all are.” Kiel draped his coat over the back of a chair facing the unlit fireplace.

“Which is?” I was weightless, cut away from the world, but feeling unbearably intertwined with it. All sensation in the stars’ heavens, gathered, intensified and amplified, only to meet with my skin.

The ends of my new short hair, softly brushing against my cheekbone as I closed the last few steps between myself and Kiel, were a hundred lovers in themselves.

When I was within his reach, Kiel added his touch to my face, his warm hand stroking over my cheek and cupping my jaw. A helpless sigh leaked out of me before I had ever thought to stop it.

“We are flesh, Shiroin.”

I was transfixed by the points of Kiel’s teeth that revealed themselves when he spoke. His voice was so quiet and chilled in the night, but the words dripping out of his lethal mouth made my mind haze over.

I stood on my toes and pressed my palms to his chest.

My own voice was a hiss more than a whisper. A challenge more than an order.

“Then eat me raw, Kiel.”

The edges of his sharp smirk cracked to a shark-like grin.

It made my heart beat so hard in my ribs, that I believed it would explode and bleed me out from the inside.

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-ciao-

— Scribbles by C.A.Wolters

Wah!!! @flashfictionfridayofficial

This is in my Rise of the Blood Dawn series — it’s a magic escape in the moors!

No triggers, enjoy!

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by C.A.Wolters

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It was not usually like this. Caz was usually a much much faster man, more than able to outrun the Watchers of the Gray City and the witch hunters on the other side of the wall, alike. Under normal conditions he could dash half a mile and then climb a steep cliff with his heart in his throat.

He had done that before, that one time where he was hunted by the Elsalvian pure-blood fanatics on Lord Ehka’s orders. Caz felt flattered that the ruler of the Endlands wanted him dead with such vigor that Ehka had sent his necromancers after him.

But that was then and this was now.

Ehka the Thousand Year Lord was dead, killed by the Empress from down south where the jade and ruby cities stood, and the broken arrow currently jammed in Caz’s femur and sticking out of his right thigh, like a twig growing directly out of his body, was slowing him down to an almost human pace.

Even with his muddled half-blood magic pulsing through his veins, working quickly to weave the muscle back together around the wound; the arrow had somehow managed to lodge itself in a crucial spot for sprinting and he was stumbling over the moor in his steps.

“Get him!!” A man, maybe the fat Baron of Dreist himself, bellowed, and then there was a ‘swiSHH’ in the air as another set of arrows flew past Caz’s ear.

Men echoed orders in the fogs.

“Kill the demon! Aim true!! Take it down!”

The demon. Caz would have laughed had it not been for his burning lungs and that slightly worrying taste of iron in his mouth.

The Rat Baron had been the one to hire Caz for his ‘special talents’ in the first place. He had been paid Caz in imperial gold to get rid of an young woman who had carried the wrong child, and who had unfortunately posed the wrong sort of ultimatum to the worst kind of man. The job had been an easy one.

Caz has only needed one night to step into her dreams and convince her that she was a bird, and the girl had jumped out of the tower the next day. Quick and clean, and discrete.

But now the good Baron was trying to kill his hired help because it was the Baron’s right by law, and because he was a cautious man who no doubt wanted to erase his tracks, tie up the last loose end with and arrow in the back of Caz’s skull. Just in case.

Caz had expected as much, his clientele were always rather lethal folk, but still it had taken him by surprise how quickly things had turned from a polite breakfast to a manhunt over the soggy morning moor.

Another load of arrows were released and this time Caz felt one in his long black hair whipping like seaweed in the cold humid wind.

He did not need to look to know just how close the Baron’s men were, their splashing footsteps told him that they were right on his heels. Fuck. If only Caz could manage to put some real distance between him and the Rat Baron’s men, then he could vanish into the dense fog growing denser in the distance.

“Riders! Maaake waaaay!!”

Riders!?! Fucking mother of a cunt!!

The footsteps fell away and the dull thumping of hoves, galloping over grass and mud, replaced them.

Caz cursed his parents. The stab of icy magic in his tissue of his right leg tore at him with every painful leap. If he has been a full blood Demon, he could just sucked the life out of whatever came next, use the vitality to grow strong and fight back.

But he was not.

Cazian M. Wohlchild was a special kind of blend — a forbidden kind.

He could heal rapidly and he could be in dreams he shouldn’t, but the rest of the Red Folk traits had avoided him in birth. He did not even have the hair or teeth of the banished people.

The thumbing came closer. It synced with the beat of his heart in his ear. In a moment he would be ridden down. His body stomped to a broken bag of mush, and nobody would bat an eyelash or bury his corpse. The law stated that he should not have been allowed to live in first place, so what crime was his murder?

Hypocrites!! Asshole hypocrites the whole lot, humans, Elsalvians, Half-breeds. Everyone trying to eradicate everyone to their own gain. But Caz seemed to be the only man that understood: You cannot challenge chaos to a duel to the death because chaos will make you choke on a fish bone before you even meet on the field or reach for your sword.

It was all beyond irony.

“There it is!” New voices, horses whinnying and snorting only a few paces behind him. This was it!!

The magic inside him squirmed in wound, retracting, and then seeking his racing heart.

Caz shot a glance over his shoulder to confirm his sudden death, and indeed. His eyes met the veiny throat of a brown warhorse breathing down his neck.

Caz screamed, tripped, staggered and fell on his front, face in a black puddle.

The monster of a creature, trained to kill, would crush him!! He could already taste his own bowls being squeezed up in his throat and hear his spine snap.

Bits of other people’s dreams swirled in his last moments.

The birds. Black shapes against a blue sky, and then, a blond girl, falling through time. He had seen her smiling face crack upon the courtyard stone. Maybe it was fate. Maybe Caz was the man that deserved to die a hard death.

But no pain came.

No hurt.

No agony?

Caz tore his face free of the icy mud in a gasp. He flopped onto his back and looked at the horse. Its rider was hitting it with the spores, kicking and furiously whipping the tethers, trying to make it go. But the beast had frozen in a docile stance. It gently shook its head.

And then Caz saw the rest of the horses did the same. War machines turned into mild giants. The other riders were equally perplexed, equally furious and violent with their horses.

Caz sat up slowly.

“What…” he lifted his hand, hesitantly reaching out in front of him, reaching inside the minds around him. The riders fell silent too. Slouching in their saddles and faces going blank.

Dream or non-dream, chaos or order, bird or horse, or man.

No… It was not usually like this for Caz.

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Ciao

• • • Kiel was made from the same inflexible material as I.

Brittle like black Kyohon flint, too easily fragmented when snapped and instantly made into a sharp edge.

But in this moment, he was making the effort to bend the impossible.

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—The Liar Alliance by C.A.Wolters

“ . . . Master Kiel, do you believe in love. . . ?“ My voice was broken. There was an ugly sob that sat like a slimy clot in my throat and hot tears bruned in rivers down my face.

“I believe in freedom. Go home, Captain Elan. Or go beyond. I do not care.” He said, turning away from me.

“I will not allow you to flee me!! Coward!!” I barked, foaming like a rabid dog.

His white hair lifted and in the rising breeze as he barely moved to look over his shoulder. The monstrous glint of a golden eye pieced me.

His voice was calm. So calm.

“Take the day I offer you. Or die.”

“—Kiel!”

A women called in the wind, up on the hill across the battlefield, and the Elsalvian looked to it. It was the empress in the distance, her face smeared in dark red and her armor shattered. She smiled. Not at me. At him. A true smile that told me their secret.

My sword shook in my hand. The rage. The rage. Itching me!! Burning me! Devouring me!

I lifted my blade.

“YOU KILLED KATLA!!” And with that, my iron ran through him, like a spear through linen.

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** Last Line **

Yay! I felt like sharing a snip I refined from the WIP: The Liar Alliance  I honestly love Shiroin and Deria’s dynamic. But I’m a little biased. I’m writing an involuntary kiss between them today and -!!!  .

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“Marry me.” He said in that bright irritating smile of his.    

I blinked.

“What?” It was a hiss of disbelieve.

“Be my ring.” Deria clarified.

I snarled. Bearing a corner tooth. I could not help it.

“This jest, little King-“ I started lethally, but he interrupted.

“I am as grave as the monk in his cathedral. I offer you two thirds of the world army, freely in return for your hand.” Deria did not look grave.

“It is not free if I have to pay with the limb attached to my Empire.” I said, still hissing, still snarling.

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And now i wanna see a line you guys are proud of! Tagging @bexminx @kainablue @james-stark-the-writer @cirianne @fukusigma and @adie-deeto share from your awesome wips <3

-ciao-

✷ Babes in the Well ✷ (Liar Alliance snippet)

Good day to you! It’s been a minute, but here I am with a little thing that I think you guys might think will be a neat read.

It’s a little snippet of a scene I wrote between charming young King Deria and my newly hatched/refined character, gloomy necromantic Hinrich. 

(Hinrich is a Mask btw, a sort of ambassador to the Kings of the ten kingdoms in the empire.)

Is it gay?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Well. Yes, on multiple levels, but not explicit in this scene.

Unfortunately. 

Plot needs pages too.

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✴ BLUE FLAG ✴

What a delightful day it was indeed. The sunlight in the mountains cast its gentle overcast glare over the hills as afternoon clouds drifted slowly over the subtly rising and falling hills deep down, down, in the valley, below my childhood home, Tall Castle.

The patterns of shy light and then sporadic sharp beams, raying out of the heavens and touching a little cottage outside the village, was more enchanting than magic.

Or, I would have thought that before I had seen the gold coin eyes of the Blade by the Empress’ side. Ah, and then her flat pieces of dull ebony to contrast his. They had been standing so close and then she had laughed. I saw it, a flower blooming in the deep dark night.

Magic indeed.  

— The Liar Alliance by C. A. Wolters

✳ Shiroin x Deria  - Peach Lips ✳

So, I’ve been a bit quiet on here as of late, but I assure you it’s because I’m working! Book Two - The Liar Alliance -  is being written right now in this very moment and I’m drafting like crazy. Four hours writing (or more) is going into the novel, so things and stuff is happening!

I’m trying to shape the relationship between my Main: Shiroin, and her ‘love’ interest, the ever entertaining: King Deria, and this was some of the things I got down on paper today during my 3k run.

- WHAT: Saucy (read, randy) ball scene 

- PARING: not really a pair but S and D, and S and a girl.. (Super gaaayyy)

18+ for themes 

Do not read unless you have danced in a demonic cirkle and have turned your 18th winter on this earth, or these words will snatch up your soul. 

Or whatev, I’m not your mom.   

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BLUE FLAG  

TALL CASTLE 

I ran my hands down the impossibly smooth fabric glued to me like a second skin. Slowly, slowly, on both sides of the waist. 

The white and golden dress choked me like a hangman’s rope. It laced my waist so tightly that I could barely take a full breath. The strangulation and restriction were almost worse than the dresses from Kyoh. 

“… Is it whispers or screams in your head then?” I had not ever considered my curse a mindless reflex. It had always carried opinions and desires of its own.

“Neither. I do not hear any voices but my own. Empress.” Kiel leaned back and tilted his head. “Do you?”

My mouth made a less graceful sound.

“I meant metaphorically.” I hissed the lie.

“I am sure.” Kiel said without emotion. “But what I do know, is that determination alone cannot kill the needs we were all born with. If it could there would be a chilling peace in the world.”

I considered that before asking:

“A chilling peace?”

“A false one. Everyone would be a cover of their own deviousness. I prefer the honesty of swords.” He glanced away from me.

Kiel’s attitude was mine in slight reverse. I did not necessarily like honesty as I had always found it impractical and self-righteous, but I could appreciate his principle.

“Is it not difficult to be forward in your line of work?” I laughed a cold laugh.

His face was hesitant.

“Extremely.” Kiel answered.

“Then are you not a hypocrite?”

“When forced to be.” There was bitterness in him.

“Well. I do not see why being a hypocrite is such an insult. We are all hypocrites as ‘honesty’, towards others as well as to ourselves, is a romanticized ideal created to cover up another lie we all tell.” I snorted.

“And what lie is that?” He asked and either choosing or forgetting, to be my docile Blade.

“That we are all pure at our very center.” I waved my hand.

“You do not believe in innocence?” Kiel tapped the hilt of his sword absently and watched the crackling flames of the bonfire.

“Not past a certain age. We are all corrupted by our environment before we have had our first kiss.” I watched the flames too.

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//. Quote from ‘The Serpent Kiss’ book One in the Rise of the Blood Dawn Trilogy

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