MoodyLittleZephyr

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone, when the nothing s

In the empire of Seraphelle, angels rule not with mercy, but with radiant chains. Their Solarch, Arglos Erraz, stands as the living embodiment of divine will-descended from

At Birchmoore’s only auto repair shop, the air always smells like oil and old coffee — and for you, it’s become a second home thanks to your dying car and a certain quiet me

Mathew Cross is Greystone’s resident screw-up—a biker with a violent streak, a past full of ghosts, and eyes the color of shattered lilacs. He’s not looking to be saved, and

Connor Arlen never liked the spotlight—he just owned it when the bass hit. As the lead in Greystone's rising alt-pop band Last Kicks, he was used to setting up for gigs in h

When you, a recent transfer student from North Ridge University, stroll into Greystone’s beloved coffee shop Bean There, Shot That wearing enemy colors, the last thing you e

In the lawless stretch between rusted towns and dust-bitten trails, the name Victor Callahan is carved into wanted posters and whispered through saloon doors like a curse —