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update: the shatter me collection arrived in the afternoon and I've already finished the first book (took me about six hours)

thoughts? warner is so incredibly unlikable I have no idea how he's gonna be redeemed.

Book cover I made

This is a book cover I made for a book I finished writing last month.

If you were to find this within a bookstore, what would your thoughts be? What do you think it's about?

Chapter 3

I wanted to share excerpts of my first book :D

playing god

Me: ...I need a way to get rid of all these crows so that this plot hole can be fixed. Also me: Let’s just flood the town and attack them with lighting; yes, great, perfect.

Cole by the window - Tacita Corvus peek

Soon, perhaps too soon, Cole found himself sitting alone in the attic, the moon shinning in the sky. Hours had passed since dinner time, and every member of the Vasily family had gone to sleep. Though, it didn’t much bother the boy that he was left with nothing but the company of Mx. Moon and Ella Froufrou, who was seated comfortably in his lap.

He stared out the windows, gaze fixed upon the winged creatures that slumbered upon the roofs of family’s and lonely people alike. There was a feeling of both uncertainty and comfort in the air, one that Cole was not yet familiar with. It felt strange to be dressed in clean clothes, curled up under a blanket and observing the stillness of Lanercost with a full stomach.

Cole thought for a moment, brows creasing as he searched his memory for what he was looking for. When he found it, he couldn’t help but smirk and let out a satisfied and partly amused sigh.

Nyctophilia.

That was the word he had been searching for. It was a noun, meaning ‘an attraction to darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.’

He smiled at the definition, though, he then began to chuckle lightly under his breath as he gazed at the stars, having suddenly remembered another bit of information he had gained from the library, just as he had the rest of his knowledge.

He had suddenly acknowledged the meaning of Nyx’s name.

Cole recalled that Nyx was the daughter of chaos, primordial goddess of the night in Greek mythology. Though the name itself leaned more towards feminine, it was still androgynous either way, which was most likely why Nyx had chosen it for themselves.

 Cole gave a small hum into the darkness, he thought it was a lovely name, and even lovelier now that he had recalled its meaning. He hoped that maybe one day the two could find a way to converse, as it was difficult to do so presently.

The boy returned his attention to the town and the candles still burning in people’s windows. There were few, but each one let him know that someone else was still awake, possibly suffering from insomnia, or simply enjoying the nighttime as Cole was.

The boy felt a small pang of something in his chest as he recalled the sounds of the violin he would often hear when drifting off to sleep in the alley of forest row; how the smooth symphony had accompanied the stars perfectly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63369610

I know i posted about this before but im going to try again. This is my first book I’ve tried writing, it’s not done yet but I’m not sure if I should keep writing it or not. So advice on what i should do would be super helpful

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63369610

My first real book, if anyone would like to read it

CHAPTER ONE GUYS!!!

I hope you enjoy my life’s work 😘

I’m sorta proud :)

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Chapter One

Nyx Yasuhiro was a hero. It was in her name. That was her role, and she was okay with that. In fact, she was quite happy. She loved the cheering crowds, the happy people, saving lives, all that stuff. But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, there were downsides too. She couldn’t save everyone. And it tore her apart. She hated hearing the news, the articles, the horrified look on people’s faces when she couldn’t help their loved ones. The worst was when the ones she couldn’t save, were the ones she had to fight in the end. A sound comes from her living room, so she quickly heads over to check it out. Her TV was on. Of course, what else would it be? She chided herself for the little bit of anxiety she felt. She walked over and plopped down on the couch, watching the TV intently.

“News flash!” The TV sounded, “50 important officials have been burned alive while at an important meeting! The culprit is still at large, though it is theorized to be the infamous villain, whose identity has still not been confirmed.” She turned the TV off. That was enough. She threw herself into action, changing into her usual outfit. It was nothing special, a loose, long sleeve shirt with a chestplate like piece of metal on top, along with baggy cargo pants with lots of pockets and metal knee pads. She pulled on her combat boots; they were expensive but they were metal toed so they were worth it. She also had a mask on, so she pulled it up to hide her face. Finally, she tied some of her black hair into a small ponytail, leaving the rest to hang. She rushed out the door to get to the scene.

When she finally got there, the fire was all but extinguished. She flashed her face at the guards and they frantically let her through. She slowly walked around the building, taking in every detail. She noticed a pair of ash black footprints leading around the corner, so of course, she followed them.

She reached the end of the footsteps but there was… nothing. No, there had to be something, someone, here. There had to be. She frantically whipped her head around.

“So what are we looking for, little dove?” Nyx felt herself being pulled by the waist toward someone. No. Not someone. Her arch nemesis. The villain. Her enemy. Her… well she doesn’t actually know her name. Nobody did. She was just called ‘the villain’, or ‘villain’ by the public.

“I don’t like to be ignored, darling.”

Nyx refused to turn around.

“Shut up. You did this, didn’t you?” She demanded. The villain’s response was to softly grab her chin with one gloved hand and force her to turn around and face her.

“Now now my dear, you know I don’t leave my works of art like this~” She replied. As much as she hated it, Nyx knew she was right. Obviously, she wouldn’t call them works of art, but the scenes were never this sloppy. She had spent way too much time analyzing every detail.

“See? You believe me dove.” The other woman smirked.

“Stop calling me that.” Nyx responded with a scowl.

“Then tell me your name.”

“You know I won’t do that.”

That was the rule. She didn’t know Nyx's name, Nyx didn’t know hers.

The woman sighed. “Then what will you call me? I don’t think ‘villain’ is going to stick for as long as we’ll be together.” She said. As long as they’ll be together? What did she mean by that? She decided to let it go for now, instead trying to focus on a name. Nyx actually didn’t know what to call her. She went through a list of possible names before deciding on…

“Siren. I’ll call you Siren.” The name felt right on her tongue. After all, a Siren was a seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men, and in Greek mythology the siren's song would lure men to their doom often causing shipwrecks and chaos. Fitting, she was a villain after all. Even as much as she hated to admit it, Siren was quite attractive. Nyx stepped out of Siren's grasp, pulling her arms off her waist. She looked at her closely. Her skin was suspiciously pale, some kind of skin condition probably, but Nyx didn't, or rather never cared to, ask. She was wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt and a black jacket with large sleeves hung loosely below her shoulders. Two long pieces of fabric hung off the back of her jacket almost reaching the floor. She also wore sleek black leggings that hugged her figure. Her outfit was completed by her own combat boots which were, of course, black.

“Siren? Hm~ I like that. It has a nice ring to it.” Her voice was smooth, like the coo of a dove, it just made you want to hear more. Nyx hated it. She hated everything about that cocky asshole. She hated her white hair that she just left in a messy wolf cut. She hated how it glowed in the moonlight. She hated how sometimes, she just couldn’t look away. How she felt a small part of her melt whenever Siren grabbed her. She pushed those feelings to the back of her mind, focusing on her mission for the time being.

“So. If you didn’t do this, who did?” Nyx’s tone was flat and unamused.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that love~” Siren pouted.

“Who. Did. It.” Nyx asked again, her voice gaining a bit of an edge.

“Oh you’re so cute when you’re angry~” Siren smirked. Nyx felt her blood boil. “Buttt~ I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you’ve always been the smart one.”

“Then what do I need you for?” A small smile grew on Nyx’s face. She could end this conversation and turn this villain in right now. Throw her in jail for the rest of her life and solve this crime herself.

“Isn’t it obvious…?~” Siren smirks. Her hand snakes itself around Nyx’s waist once more and she brings her face to the other woman’s neck. Nyx’s face flushed a bit as she felt her hot breath against her skin. Siren looked up at her through her lashes, those big red eyes with a pinch of purple sucked her in like an endless void. “My pretty face~” Her voice was soft and she said it in this, way. As if she was teasing someone. Nyx’s brain was moving a mile a minute, her heart was beating out of her chest, her face felt on fire and it was taking everything to keep herself together. It wasn’t like she liked this, as if she liked her, it was just the proximity! She would be like this no matter the person! She pushed Siren, who was now laughing uncontrollably, away.

“I can solve this myself!” She yelled louder than she meant to.

“No, you can’t. And you know it.” Siren sighed. Nyx knew she was right.

“Well it doesn’t need to be you.” Nyx also knew that was probably not true. Siren sighed again.

“Fine. I’ll be back though, and you will accept my help, won’t you?” She said the last question in a voice so persuasive, she felt like she could never say no to her again.

“Yes.” She hated how small her voice sounded at that moment.

“Yes what?” Siren smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing. Exactly how she sounded.

“You know what-”

“Yes what, darling?” Siren interrupted, grabbing Nyx’s face again, swiping her thumb across her cheek.

“Yes you can help me.” She said again. She hated how quickly and eagerly she answered. “But right after I’m going to arrest you!” She quickly added.

“Good girl.’’ Siren smirked, then disappeared.

Nyx inwardly groaned. Why did she give in everytime? Whatever. She just needed to get this done. Probably some escaped convict or whatever.

***

She looked around, taking in her surroundings. I’m just looking for clues, not for her, she tried to convince herself. She spotted a young girl with strawberry blonde hair in a pair of pigtails alone on a step. She had a puffy polka-dotted dress on, she looked no older than 6. She was rocking slightly, her knees were as close to her chest as she could get them with her feet having to be on a different step.

“Hello.” Nyx spoke in a soft voice as she approached the child. She understood how scary it could be to witness or even lose someone this way. “What’s your name sweetie?”

The girl looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy, she’d probably been crying. She sniffled.

“Hello Ms. Lady…” Her voice was quiet and quivering. She was hiccuping as well. “My name is Amara”

Nyx leaned down to meet the girl's eyes and smiled softly. The girl didn’t look at her in turn, instead staring just slightly over her shoulder. She quickly checked to see if anyone was in earshot, then she replied. “My name is Nyx.” She put a finger to her lips. “But my name is a big big secret, so you have to pinky promise not to tell anyone, alright?” The girl's eyes met hers for just a moment and lit up before she quickly looked away once more. Nyx extended her pinky, it seemed like she liked promises. Amara hesitantly stuck her pinky out and they intertwined, marking a promise.

“Ms Nyx, are you here to find the bad person?” Amara asked. Nyx chuckled.

“Yeah, I am. Can you tell me what you’re doing here?”

“My daddy was going to this place, so me and mommy went to surprise him when he came outside but…” The girl's voice trailed off. Nyx didn't need to hear the rest. “Mommy says he’s in this place called the hospital. She's really worried and she's crying.” Nyx’s heart broke for the poor woman. Imagine going to surprise your husband with your young daughter and then the whole building just bursts into flames with your husband still inside. She must have been rushed to the hospital with her husband, but then, why is Amara here? Why not with her mother?

“Can you tell me where your mother is, Amara?” She tried to sound as calm as possible, but if this child was just left here with nothing and no one, what would happen? “Who are you here with?”

“Uhm, Mommy is with Daddy in the big white car that flashes, and I'm here with my uncle because I hate that car. It's too loud.” Amara flapped her hands, as if even recalling the memory of the ambulance was painful. Still, Nyx breathed a sigh of relief. Her uncle, that was good, but where was he? She looked around.

“Where is he?” She couldn't see anyone near them…

“He’s over there, I think.” Amara pointed around a corner. “He said he was going for a ‘smoke break’ but I don't know what that means.” For some reason, this angered Nyx. This little girl just probably lost her father, and her mother was in despair, trusting this man, her ‘uncle’, to take care of her, and he was gone without a thought to even explain to her where he was! She’d have a word with him, that was for sure.

“Thank you, you’ve been a big help. I’m going to go for a bit,” She paused. She didn't want Amara to leave while she was gone, or be left alone… “In the meantime, my friend here is gonna keep you company, alright?” She handed the girl a small teddy bear. To anyone else, it would be a completely wholesome moment, but the teddy bear actually had a camera and she could hear sound through it. Some creep sent it to her a while ago and she had hacked into it and repurposed it. Now, it connected to a pair of earrings she wore. In short, she could hear whatever Amara could. She hadn't thought of what to do with the visual though, so she just turned it off.

Nyx then left the girl and went to see this uncle of hers. She turned the corner, looking for anyone who looked out of the ordinary, when she saw a man in a polished black suit. He had half circle gold rimmed glasses with slicked back grayish black hair and brown eyes. He looked, for lack of a better word, old. All was normal, except for the fact he was slumped over on the ground with a masked person and another person she could not see standing over him.

Nyx immediately hid around the corner, trying to overhear their conversation. She strained her ears, but could only hear Amara’s childish babbles. She turned off her earrings for the moment, hoping nothing would happen while she couldn’t hear, and the extra sounds disappeared. “Her…end…kid…here?...yes…” No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tell who was speaking when. The other person looked her way and she dove behind some boxes, praying they didn't see her. Her prayers were quickly discarded when she heard footsteps coming her way. She peered around the wall. It looked like the figure had sent the masked man after her while he was leaving with Amara’s uncle. She silently cursed, but she didn't have time to worry about that right now, as she was being hunted by a big meaty monster! A sweaty fist landed directly beside her hiding spot, crushing a box. Quickly, another punch landed close enough to graze her face. She touched her cheek. There was blood on her fingers.

She barely avoided another hit when she decided that it was time to hit back. Nyx swung at the man's nose and it broke with a satisfying crunch. He was knocked back and she took the chance to punch him square in between the eyes. Blood splattered onto her knuckles as the man fell to the ground, dazed. She straddled him and continued to punch him in the face. Once he was thoroughly roughed up, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face to her own and ripped his mask off his face. He looked as one would expect, tan skin, shaggy messed up hair, missing a tooth or two from Nyx’s beating. She suppressed her glint of pride.

“Who do you work for? What are you doing here? What do you want with that man?” She questioned.

A look of horror crossed the man’s face. “I-” Suddenly, the man's face erupted with blood, spraying all over Nyx’s clothes and face. She froze. The man slumped onto her, his cold body resting on hers, dead. He was dead. She looked up. The figure she saw before was staring directly at her, gun in hand. They were warning her. This wasn’t the simple case she first thought it was. She didn't know what to think. She looked at the body that had now fallen off her to the floor. Its dead eyes were glassy and empty. They stared back at her, expressionless. When she looked back up, the figure was gone.

She got up. Amara. She needed to go check on her. Nyx ran over to where she had left the girl. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was still there.

“Ms Nyx!” Amara smiled. She had the teddy safely coddled in her arms. “What's that red stuff on your face?” Nyx’s eyes widened. She realized she hadn't taken the time to clean herself up, she was so caught up with Amara she didn't even think about it. Now that she did, the reality of the situation crushed her like a boulder. This little girl was left alone now, both her parents were in the hospital and her uncle was who knows where. There was no choice, she couldn't leave this child here alone. She would have to take her in.

Suddenly she was struck by a wave of nausea, so aggressive it almost knocked her over. She fell to her knees, her head was pounding and her heart crashed against her chest. She realized she was bleeding much worse than before, but she didn't know why. Before she knew it, it all went black.

***

Siren picked up her hero’s unconscious body. What a silly girl~ She always pushes herself too hard. Look at where that got her. Siren couldn’t be too harsh, after all the girl was a hero.

“What are you doing with Ms Nyx?” A small voice asked. Siren turned. Behind her stood a small, shivering girl who looked on the verge of tears. Ms Nyx? Was that her wonderful hero's name?

“Don’t worry dear, I'm simply taking her home. Where is your guardian?” Siren hated to admit it, and she never would, but she had a soft spot for children. They were so innocent, not at all like her. She didn't want any child to have to go through what she did.

“Ms Nyx went looking for my uncle because I didn't know where he was and he wasn't coming back and now she's like this and-” The child broke down into tears, flapping her arms aggressively and rocking as if to regulate herself. Siren carried Nyx over to her. Obviously if Nyx went looking for this man and she came back like this…

“Would you like to come with me to make sure she's okay?” This way she could keep the child in her sights, keep her safe. The child gave a small nod. “Then come, follow me and let's go.” She carried the hero, whose head was unknowingly resting on her enemy's shoulder. Siren smiled. Nyx would never live this down, she’d make sure of it.

***

Later in the night, after she had gotten Nyx in her bed and patched up, she left Amara to sleep in the spare room with that teddy bear, you know, the one with the camera and audio device? Yeah, Siren knew. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. She was only upset because some creep had attempted to see her love. She made a mental note to deal with it later. She was about to leave the room after sitting by Nyx’s bed for a while, when she felt a hand grab her wrist. Nyx sleepily muttered a few words, but all Siren could interpret was “Stay.” Siren smirked. This was just getting better and better, she thought. She climbed into the small twin sized bed beside Nyx, pressing against her to avoid falling off. Nyx snuggled into her embrace, grabbing Sirens arms and wrapping them around herself. Eventually, after plenty of staring and smirking, Siren fell asleep beside her.

***

Playlist:

Chapter One - Hate Me - Nico Collins

Chapter Two - My Humps - Black Eyed Peas

Chapter Three - Jealous Girl - Lana Del Ray

Chapter Four - Little Girl Gone - CHINCHILLA

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Prologue

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. They were supposed to get through this together. It wasn’t fair. But now, seeing her sworn enemy on the ground, bloodied and bruised, she realized life isn’t always fair. She hated it.

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LITTLE SNEAK PEEK OF MY BOOK GIYS :DDD ILL POST THE FIRST CHAPTER IF YOU GUYS WANT :))))