Todays short story goes to Mischa DeMarco. It is a small piece I wrote right now.
Now that the Secrets of the Famiglia is finished I am going to be doing a Spin off series about the Shadows. But before that I am going to do a full novel about 20 year old Mischa (Marco’s daughter)
The Sins of my mother
Mischa
I used to think life was easy, I used to think that I could make any choices, and I would never turn my outcome. So I lived, I loved, I breathed on my sins until I suffocated. Gravity forgot about me. The earth was too low from the sun. I felt invincible. I had hopes and dreams that didn’t mean much to others, but to me, it meant everything.
I remember the day when I met you. Your heart was vaulted behind your pain. Your eyes a mystery for the hurt you festered for so long. I knew you were drowning and I wanted to save you. I wanted you like I wanted my next hit. I knew I could twist your pain into just remembrance. I was certain I could make you laugh harder than the ice surrounding you. So I set it up, I twisted your faith because I could and in the interim I fell hard and fast for my next addiction.
I never had an intention on staying this long. My heart didn’t have a feeling besides a coldness that resuscitated me. I would dream of it all. I used to believe in a world were I couldn’t exist. I hated myself. I wanted it to end. I wanted it to become a memory. But I pulled on my ropes too hard that my bleeding wounds remained. I couldn’t hang on not even for you. But then she came and I knew I had to try. I fought my demons everyday and I began to believe that I finally conquered it. There was hope after all. Do you remember the times when I laughed. You really did that. You out of the entire male population breathed something into me. But my darkness swirled, it didn’t like the power you had on me. So I did what I always did. I made sure you soared while I died. I made sure you smiled while I pretended.
I am not sick or crazy. I am not mad or insane. I am just haunted by my past. I fear that if you really saw me, if you really looked in my eyes it will frighten you. I am not made for this happiness, I was made for something else.
She is my anchor. I will live for her, I will soar because of her, but I have to let you go. Its for your own good. God abandoned me the day I was born. I have never told anybody this but I know about my father. My mother once got so high that she confessed. I was the product of a rape. I was a mistake. Something born with no love. You are an amazing man but I can not be that girl. I have to live in the darkness where I belong. I do not deserve your love and affection. I don’t deserve to smile when I am the outcome of another’s torture.
Thank you for all the replies yesterday. If I didn’t respond to you as yet, I will do so before this weekend.
Today on Sneak peek Wednesday I’m going to be sharing two pieces with you guys.
The first is a small piece from The Valor of Masks and Fury, and the other is Kylie Bray’s new book, A Frosted Sin (I am going to change the name)
The Valor of Masks and Fury
“I’m aware we aren’t sociably worshipped like Ethereal or awed like Sprite but our powers are just as capable as an Ethereal and Sprite. We bear the mark of Sovereign just like them.” I ramble through our mental bond.
“So do the humans, yet they die by a pierce through the heart, or falling off a tree. They even die of illness. I still find it odd they still exist.”
He puts his hands on his waist, just below his black leather belt, gripping the leather with a firm grip.
Superior. I push the word toward his mind and my Luminah flashes out darker as I try to get through my brother’s shields.
“Since when did we care about staring crowds and superiority? Where’s your sense of self little one?”
“The Devine shall reign superior in rank of the Sovereign. Ethereal are the descendants of the Goddess.” He barely even tries to push his words in my mind. How it is he can keep me out of his mind, but I can’t do the same?
“The humans seem to agree with me not you.” His answering snort, increases my annoyance of leaving Broah. He winks at whoever it is behind me, and I sigh shaking my head at my brothers leering gaze. Gross.
“I hate this place. I want to go back home.”
“This is our home now little one. We swore allegiance to the Devine when we were born with the mark of Sovereign. To guard their secrets and keep in our lane is what we promised. It’s our birthright. Now be done with this bullshit.”
“Secrets? Allegiance? They need us. Our Allegiance doesn’t come for free. We are not in their lane, they are in ours.”
“Enough Mission.” A shiver runs up my arms at my brothers thunderous words. How dare he? His nostrils flare and I groan at the Luminah on his cheeks. Darkest blue, full, not speckled.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t want to apologize, I shouldn’t, but in Sawan apart from our mutual friend Quinn, I know no one here either than my brother.
Spotting a group of more humans I side glance at Wyland again. This time he’s grinning at the onlookers but I feel his chilling glare through our bond and the dilated pupils even he couldn’t mask when he’s angry.
“It’s alright.” He says in Unic as the feel of wind behind my neck elicits a nerve bending chill to course through me.
I’m not a foreigner to Ethereal kind, since we stayed behind their protection for over a thousand years but I’m not familiar with them enough. Not like my parents who work closely with their kind. Not like my brother who trained under some of them. Not like the Runic in the other Isles.
Growing up, I spent most of my time in Broah, attending a school for Runic until it was time to come here. Runic schools only lasted for nine cycles after that it’s border duty then training. I trained with Moama, since she’s a 7th Valor. My brother as is customary trained with the Ethereal.
My brother’s eyes widen at whoever catches his attention behind me, and although I wish to turn and see the undoubtedly Ethereal I don’t.
I don’t want to give them another reason to boast. If some of us refrained from showing admiration then maybe, just maybe they would be a little kinder and less self absorbed.
Your Luminah is going to turn red if you keep staring like that.
His answering grin is enough indication that he doesn’t care. Males are all the same. Dangle a shiny toy in front of them and they become putty.
“The Ethereal already left, it’s the Sprite that has me staring. I haven’t seen a Sprite Sovereign this close before.” I turn to see who he’s looking at. There’s a group of girls with green and brown garments on and tons of luggage attached to their sides, giggling. They’re from Reve Academy. One of the best academies for Sprites and humans. Also pricey.
One of the girls are Runic, with long light brown hair and golden skin. I can’t see a Sovereign mark on her anywhere.
Why is a Runic wearing a Sprites school uniform? I push my thoughts to my brother, hoping he drops his shields.
To know more about this book, you can keep an eye out for the links coming up for the podcast. I am going to put the podcast on the blog as well, I just need to figure that part out soon.
A Frosted Sin
I had two great loves. The first had the power to weaken me. The second broke me. Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease. Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother. But that wasn’t the worst of it all. No you see he was a made-man and I was his muse. And like all muses eventually the novelty wore off and reality set in.
But where art is considered a beauty to the naked eye. Vincent’s art was one made with a bullet hole through the chest. And at first I understood his need for vengeance. A part of me at the time was missing, except with him. My moments with Vincent made me realize I was still breathing. Even if it was tainted air, and lingering death I was inhaling. He made me feel alive, and slowly alive was what I became, until I understood the hefty price labelled to my life, was the life of innocents. I was once innocent, maybe a bit jagged on the edges.
My papa said that Jagged was good because it showed the flaws and your sharp points is what made you different from the rest. And I was certainly one of a kind.
But my innocence, my thirst for life was once a shining planet, gold and so distinctive that one need take one look at me and know. I was once a belle, the billionaire heiress. Daughter of the Famous, Marcus Bray, the unstoppable, Kylie Bray.
Until I helped a friend and it landed me in a dark, dark place. I was raped and beaten to an inch of my existence until eventually death just seemed like the only solace, the only option. I was so certain my life was over. Until Vincent came to my rescue. His badness, I once frowned upon was/is the reason I am breathing. He found me. Saved me and in his own way resurrected me from extinction.
Vincent took me from that hellhole. His intentions were from a good place, but it was like leaving the crutches of one demon only to be awakened by another. Yes, Vincent was a demon, but one whom I loved. At the time I was convinced I was living in a haze. It was like my soul was crushed on the inside and my skin torn and reformed on the outside. My family were not welcomed with the love I once showed them, or the snarky comebacks that slipped from my tongue.
Yet, Vincent’s need to save me, was a raging fire, and in a way he had his own struggles. He tried to fight them off, but one of those burst through and with it, he became a killer with nothing to pull him back from the depths of his need for vengeance.
He made me watch as he killed so many people, gruesomely torturing some of them to death. Innocent people that didn’t deserve the death he gave them. I don’t think it was his intention to become the killer he was. I think he just became lost along the way and I wasn’t strong enough at the time for the both of us. I was too busy pulling myself out of the hole he dug me in, I couldn’t pull him out too.
So I made a choice and I gave him an option to stop.
He chose not to, he said this was who he was, and he wasn’t going to stop. I saw he meant it, I knew I had to stop him, so in the end I chose to end his life. It wasn’t just for the innocent people but it was also for my family, my friends, and the young boy who laid dying on a floor with bullet holes in his chest. In a way I did it for him, and the bit of good he still had left in him.
I never asked for the hand I was dealt. I never asked for my heart to fall for a man who chose to kill in my name, when really he was killing to feed an addiction.
Vincent stone was my first love, and I killed him. But this story isn’t about my first love. This is the story of another love, the one who broke me. This is the story, of a boy I was too young to love, who grew into a man, I was destined to.
This the story of my beacon of hope, and my crash course to desire.
His name, Dexter Kent, and he was a man of many talents.
I hope you guys enjoyed it. I am having one of those frantically busy days today. As I write to you guys today I have so many things to do. Mainly the backend stuff of my books and preparation for my mother in laws upcoming visit. So for now this is me.
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Chapter 1
Kylie Bray
Everyone has regrets, and with those regrets come the consequences. For me, it was a five year sentence under the clutches of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club. I killed someone and instead of a life in prison, the VP of The Satan Sniper’s MC, Storm made a few fires to get me out. And I am not talking about those hot ones, I am talking about, he threatened some powerful people and a few months later I was released.
I was grateful, even bound to the Motorcycle Club forever. A lot can happen in 5 years, and tons happened to me. I learned how to fight, and shoot a gun without feeling like my heart might collapse. They taught me skills that no normal person would need. But most importantly they taught me that family wasn’t only forged in blood or a birth certificate, but it could grow with time and a mutual trust. I am not sure what the MC expected me to do once my time was done, but no one besides my brother, Killer expected I would be returning home.
I pictured, Sienna and Killer joining me, but life had other plans for those two. So here I was half way to my home town, the city where Billionaires raised their brood. My favorite town, Liston Hills.
“Are you sure, you have to go now?” Storm asks from the cars phone.
“Yes. I just got my go card so let’s cut the call so I don’t kill the fucker who is crossing the road. I’ll see you guys in 6 months, maybe a bit sooner, but don’t count your breaths. Find Diamond.”
“It’s a long time but alright, be safe and for the last time we’re looking.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
That was the thing I failed to mention. I had a past with Storm and at the time when I was released to him, well, let’s just say I wanted something that wasn’t really mine. We tried it out upon my insistence for the last 3 and a half years, but sometimes people just aren’t compatible. We were too different and as much as I loved how great he fucked me that was all we had. It was empty, and yes maybe a part of me was empty, but a small piece of me wanted to be selfish and find something. What it was? I had no idea, but I knew it was there, just waiting for me to make contact.
So I had to let him go.
Sex is just a physical emotion, a small pleasure, a release for that moment, a drug, like a hit of dopamine. For that moment passing in time you are unstoppable, immortal. But then it’s gone, and all those snapshots, those voices flood your mind. Your heart beats faster, but this time it’s not your point of bliss that’s making you erratic, it’s the reason behind the emptiness.
In a way Storm understood. He didn’t like it but our story was never meant to be a permanent one. I knew he knew, and it made sense why he took so long to accept my offer of trying things out. We were just not compatible and the more we tried the easier it became to see that there was nothing but a sense of friendship and a bit of history. History goes along way, but my life taught me, it wasn’t history that created a lasting love, it was depth in the short space of time we spent. Both of those didn’t equal to a happy ever after. Not saying that I really believe in love, but Killer managed to find something worth fighting for and so did the scary fucker, Zero.
I’m not in denial that life turns out the way it was meant to be and in the end it all makes sense even if while you are going through it, you were sometimes thinking, ‘Could shit get any deeper?’, or bawling your eyes out screaming, ‘Fuck’.
But my Papa said it best, many times when I was growing up. He said that life was journey, with one destination in the end, death. The only choices you had, was the ones you thought of, and the ones you acted on and making bad choices helped us to grow and develop just as much as making promising ones. In the end we are really just rolling our dice, and playing a really hard game called life.
I made some not so good choices, and loving the wrong man was one of them. Not sure why that brings a smile to my face as I drive down the road, but it does. Kyle Bray, hah, didn’t you get fooled and take short cut only to lose a few pieces.
But like Vincent was my love, someone out there that wasn’t me was waiting for Storm.
As for me? Well, my love died with the bullet I put in Vincent Stone’s chest and although I finally came to terms with it, I also froze my heart from ever feeling that way again. But it didn’t stop the nagging unexplainable need that something was out there for me. Maybe not love, maybe it was peace? Who knew, but I really wanted to find out. But before I went hunting for the ‘something,’ I needed to get my ass home.
It’s another 40 minute drive when I see the unmistakable sign of Liston Hills. My window is up, the Blues soundtrack is on low. My cars temperature is on a cool 24 as I enter the place where I grew up.
I was born here. The most important parts of my life started in this town. I had my first kiss here, I met Vincent Stone here. I even got into my first fight in this place. For the first 17 years of my life I was convinced here, in this town is where I would die.
My parents have stayed in Liston Hills, as their parents before them. Tradition is something I always kept close to my heart. Well, it was. Since I killed Vincent, I was now considered an outcast, but outcast or not here I was, back in Liston Hills. Only now I wasn’t the Billionaire heiress Kylie Bray, the Belle of the world. Now, I was Frost, a killer, a member of a lethal Motorcycle Club and a sinner. But, the blood in my veins and the unfrozen trust fund attached to my name said otherwise.
One is probably wondering what in hells name am I doing here, if I didn’t belong. Well, I am wondering that myself. I knew I was here to make amends with my family, and see my momma, even if she didn’t want to see me. I was back in the town to face my past so I can move forward. My brother’s words not mine. He was the one who convinced me to hop in my car and get my ass here. Well, him and a friend of mine Mercy.
There was no redemption for me in the future but I believed there was some sense of honor. My family didn’t know the extent of Vincent’s madness, nor did they understand why I did it. They saw me as crazy, because it was easier to digest the facts they did know. But my father, Marcus Bray has suffered enough, honor was everything. And I knew he didn’t give a dime about the tabloids but our family name was something he took very fucking seriously. I knew our relationship was the biggest sacrifice I would make before I even shot Vincent. What I didn’t foresee is the pain and hollowness I found in the end without my father.
My mother however, has always nagged me, left me, and sometimes judged me, but it took me learning about life in a cruel world to realize Hunter Orniel Stone was only trying to teach me. There was more to life than meets the eyes.
When Sienna and Killer got married I was certain my momma would talk to me after that day but she was like a fairy. A strong presence while she took in the moment until she put that phone down, it felt as though she never picked up that phone at all.
Which was why I turn my car and speed down the back road to the Estate. She’ll be the first one I want to see.
I get to the big gates and puncture in the code, 67340 and like magic it opens.
“Guess they didn’t see the need to change the codes,” I voice as I drive my black Mercedes down the long driveway and take a sharp right to the Stones Property. The Estate was divided into two properties. One belonged to the famous Delroy family, and the other to the Stones.
Where my father’s home was old and maintained its Victorian Medieval furnishings, the Stone house was modern, with latest technological security compliments of Michael, my 2nd eldest stepbrother.
I park my car and head to the white double doors. I look at the gold framed finger print machine. I lift my hand as my heart races tenfold, but I pause. Do I really want know if they removed my fingerprint?
The door opens and stare into the face of Victor Stone. Hard lines creasing his eyebrows. I am not sure what I am waiting for, but he just looks at me.
“Who is it Victor?” My momma’s voice comes from behind and she puts her manicured hands around his shoulder and pulls him out of the way.
At least momma still has her spunk.
“Kylie, oh hunny, I didn’t even know you are coming?” Her red lips pull taught as she smiles. It’s warm but Hunter Orniel’s smile was always warm. Not even I can tell the difference between her fake and real one.
“Come on in, the trip must have been long. Kevin told me you were coming through.”
“Yes, come on in,” Victor says as his shock wanes from seeing me. I wonder how he feels looking in the eyes of his son’s murderer.
Hello amazing people. How was your Monday? Did you guys miss me? I’m sure you did.
Last week as many might have noticed, I had a small issue with my website. I was blogging from Jetpack. But I notice the posts come out so small I need a binoculars to read a word. Then the entire thing just went blank. It took me a while but I switched back to wordpress, gotta love the good ole’ ones right?
My glasses also don’t help matters, and obviously my new book was just released. Which meant days of sleepless nights.
Writing I assure you isn’t just writing. Add in mom duties, wife duties, our fish having babies, and the snail in my study also magically having babies, then kids first dance, and one can imagine catastrophe after catastrophe keeps happening. But luckily I am here now, sitting at my desk in my PJ’s. And no, I am not having any babies of my own.
Lets begin, shall we.
When it comes to world building I find it needs to be handled as one would the making of a movie, or project. From the ground- up
World building requires our full attention. So to build Sawan, I decided to give it exactly that and a bit more. I managed to nab a lot more pictures for my illegal secret book (I don’t own any of these pictures at all). And got my hands on some lovely stationery to help with the project.
A BIT MORE CHARACTERS TO ADD IN.
To create a world, as unique as Sawan we have to build it from the ground up, which means Sawan needs history. A back story that we’ll bring in as the story evolves. And that is where your notes would need to begin.
Some questions I asked myself
1. When is the this world created?
2. What is their belief systems?
3. What is different about it from earth?
4. Species?
5. How is our own mythology linked? (if at all)
6. Who is the Superior race?
7. What year is the story set in?
8. How good is their tech?
9 . Is magic something of importance?
10. Is there a war? Do you want to have a war?
11. Who are the main characters?
The history behind Sawan.
What I have a habit of doing I noticed very early on writing the first 5 chapters, was I tend to overcrowd explanations in the beginning which I did last week in the first set I did. So I rewrote it, obviously. I added a bit more dialogue and tried to really feel Mission. Tap into her psych. Which is what I do (Author here)
Read this version and tell me what you guys think.
I scowl at the scripture engraved in Mosraic. The ancient language of Ethereals, glaring at me on the top of the 60 meter tall warded mirror as hundreds of Sovereign enter the obscenely over the top Citadel which served as Sawan Sovereign Academy.
I didn’t particularly enjoy the language but like everyone here, it was forced on me at the age of 5.
At least I’ll be reaching bending soon, well almost. Wyland and I are turning 20 tomorrow, so we’ll reach bending stuck in this place, surrounded by Ethereals, Sprites and humans.
I don’t know when it’ll kick in, but I hope I have someone who is willing to bend with me.
Neither of us had much time to even think about it. But since we are stuck here for the next 5 billion years, we’ll have tons of time to figure it out.
“I can still smell the icky fish smell on my uniform.” My face scrunches as I take a whiff at my blue old uniform. Part of our requirements for today, was to come dressed in our previous Academy uniforms for registration. The booklet said it was part of our ‘transition.’
“The Voxil was more rancid than usual, we’ll probably need a splash of lotus oil to get rid of it.” My brother scans our surroundings with an unreadable expression on his stern face. His golden features almost blends in with the warm glow from the suns above.
“I didn’t bring lotus oil,” I murmur.
“I’m sure they’ll have some little one. Now, hurry up. I don’t want to get stuck in the back row. The 3rd Valors always pick on the 1st who stand at the back.” My brother keeps his head to the front of him, no doubt looking at potential allies.
This morning was a rush, we mixed up our registration dates by a week- so naturally getting a human to get us here in a short period of time wasn’t going to be possible, since the human planes would take double the time it would take a Voxil and cost double the payment too.
I shudder just thinking about how that giant jelly fish sucked me up this morning. I can see why our parents didn’t want me to leave Broah unless we could get a human to transport us. Moon goddess forbid, one of the Ethereal ever offer. I would decline naturally, but still, they offered it to the Sprites, why not us?
Voxil’s only asked Runics for Lumination, and a drop of it could keep them fed for a week. Since Runics owned the Lumins River, the Lumination wasn’t much of a price to pay since we made it from our Luminah.
Hence why most Runics preferred Voxils to transport them. Good thing too, because it meant the Voxils made sure to stay close to Broah because of it. Today it was a good thing.
To me- Taking a Voxil to get here was disgusting. I travelled in them before but the one today, he reeked like putrid fish sticks.
“Why are you worried about them? You can easily take any of them on if they bully you.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you rushing?”
He turns to face me this time, and his hand goes to my Velcro navy blue jacket fitted to me like a glove. He pulls the top part closer together before using the air to close it. I flush as my brother wrinkles his nose, no doubt getting a good whiff.
“You’re right, you stink.” He grimaces, when my Luminah on my cheeks turns a dull blue.
I role my eyes, grabbing my living ball from my pocket. If only I could pull it out and grab my beans right about now and maybe even a bottle of water. I could wash up somewhere.
The only place to wash up is unfortunately through that door. I wasn’t quite ready to get through it yet. It just felt like I was stepping into this unknown place which is exactly what this place is – Unknown.
“I want to check the racing board before we have to go to the Glass Hall. Casette said the boards are on the third level. So it should take me at least 30 minutes to get there and back.”
I should remind my brother, that we aren’t allowed to go to the 3rd level until we get our Valor passes, and our house names. But what sister will I be if I do that? A good one? Kind, nice. Yeah, I’m none of those.
I ended up finishing the entire 5 chapters which is now ready to go to my amazing Audio Narrator Dhalia Dark. Her voice is Amazing and start from the 1st of March The Valor of Masks and Fury will be live and streaming on all major podcast places as well as Amazon and Youtube. It will be 100% free and obviously I will be adding the book for sale after part one is completed.
For now, please look at my horrible photo of my snail who just had babies. And enjoy the rest of your Tuesday.
Tomorrow on Sneak peak Wednesday, I thought I would use it to show you a few scenes from The Valor of Masks and Fury and my soon to be released new book Oh, how you sway me. (I love the name) I can’t help gettting butterflies when i hear it.
For Authors who want a deeper look into world building you may contact me on shanRk@zoho.com
To all of you guys, be great, stay amazing and enjoy.
Aloe the snail. (EXCUSE MY PICTURES, I’M NO PHOTOGRAPHER.
Today on Spotlight Monday we delve deeper into the life of Aliyana Capello
An Interview with Aliyana Capello (19) 2011
What is it like growing up as a mafia princess? Can you describe some of the unique challenges or privileges you experience?
Well, we all experience privileges in some form or the other. For me, it’s like never falling prey to a handsome face. You can’t know a feeling without understanding what’s on the other side. I get what I want when it comes to material things, and I never get what I want when it comes to matters of the heart. Because in my world, the only thing a heart is good for is keeping you alive. But who knows, maybe one day I would meet a man who would make me feel differently.
2. How do you balance your family’s expectations with your own desires and aspirations?
I don’t have to do that. When I was younger my father sent me away to live in Chicago run by another Famiglia. When I got older he told me I could study, live a normal life, and I would never have to marry or be expected to do much of anything.
3. Do you believe him? Surely you can’t be naïve to believe a Mafia Princess can choose?
(Aliyana laughs) Of course I believe him. I’m my fathers daughter. He won’t lie to me about that, and besides my father isn’t exactly involved too much in the Famiglia. He is much higher in status.
4. What role? I thought he’s a member of the Catelli Familia?
He is, and he’s not. Let’s say he answers to a higher power. One that doesn’t care if his daughter marries a made-man of his choosing or not. As long as the man is made, I doubt either have a problem.
5. Are you interested in marrying a member of the Famiglia?”
I am actually – Leonardo Catelli. I saw him a few years ago. He’s young, and kind, not harsh or tainted by the sins of his father as the rest. I don’t think I would need to dig very far to hide his crimes. When I met him, I knew I would marry him.
But I haven’t told him yet, I’m still trying to figure out how. When I see him my face just flushes and I don’t know if it’s the nerves or my inexperience.
6. You are young, what 19? You still have a long way before you can be certain.
(Aliyana smiles) In the 5th State 19 is the age to marry. Most of us only wait until 18. I’m lucky to be this age and still single, won’t you say?
7. Of course, yes. But I must ask before you leave, do you have any message to the women who are marrying into your family? The ones not born into the Famiglia?
Message? Yes, sure. Ah, we are raised to be the wives of killers, and while it is us who will bare their heir, it doesn’t mean we are without our own minds. Marrying a made-man is never a simple life. You would have your ups and downs, and that will depend solely on his rank, and job in the 5th State. The highest ranks, are bit better off, and the rest are just royally screwed. You might as well just pull the trigger yourself.
Death is inevitable. You can either be the one with the gun, or the other guy pissing his pants. You choose.
This interview was conducted in 2011, just before the death or Lorenzo Catelli. Please tune in next week for Aliyana’s next interview, conducted in 2014.
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Sovereign is a brand new series I’m working on. The story involves a group of New Adults from another world. While humans exist in their world, they are not the superior species. That title belongs to Sprites, Ethereals and Runics.
I first got the idea of the book by watching Yellowstone, and reading plenty of fantasy books of recent. At first I was toying with the idea of starting the book where a bunch of new adults finish graduating as Sovereigns. They have already graduated from their training and they come across a beastly creature, but I figured a good background story won’t give this kind of book justice.
Sometimes with a great story, we can’t just start from the centre and hope it makes sense. One needs to find that beginning, the moment of exciting bliss, where your fingers itch, and heart soars as your brain becomes lost in the words, the story. So I had to leave the project alone.
So I left the book alone for a while, as is the best way when one can not see the beginning, why chase for the end?
But recently I found my fascination elsewhere, stuck on a painting of a bird, that has taken residence on my wall for the last 3 years, and not once have I actually taken a moment to stare at it. But a month ago I did. I was cutting my nails (Yes, it’s normal) when I looked up and it was like something staring me in the face. I couldn’t look away. I was engrossed in something that was meant to be ingrained in my brain. And that led me to revisit the book idea again.
The bird (So you can have some visual)
It was that same night I had a dream, and in my dream there was an entire new world, new species and they were fighting each other for power. The Runics thought the Ethereals were horrid people, and the Runics and Ethereals hated the Sprites, because they were so untamed compared to the others. The dream also had another, called Mallots and the Mallots were mixed breeds, not welcome by any of the three. They ended up raised by humans or thrown to live with the Sprites unless they were Sovereign.
So that is how the story began. A little flutter and a forgotten bird.
Once it began it couldn’t, and wouldn’t be ignored, so I began. Because at some part in all of this, three things should happen.
The first, is getting the story started, whether you end up deleting it or not, one must start so the characters can come to life. Here is a small piece I wrote.
To be born with the mark of a sovereign is to be born with the title of Valor. No last name shall be given to those who bear the markings, for only ones name and breed is important.
The Devine shall reign superior in rank of the Sovereign.
I purse my lips at the scripture on the top of the 14 metre tall warded mirror as hundreds of Sovereigns enter the Citadel.
The breed part didn’t make my kind feel so welcome, especially since we’ve had tiff with the Ethereals’ since the moon phase 752 AZ (After Zodayra). Well as much of it as we can without it causing a full out war. Neither wanted that. The humans were just caught in the middle since then. Twenty three years is a long time to hold a grudge with another kind. Ask me, it was annoying as shit.
The Ethereal’s didn’t make for easy living, or an amicable one either.
The issue wasn’t the humans, it was us, the Runics. Unlike the Ethereals, who possessed wings and a group of Ancient immortals with exceptional dangerous abilities known as Devines. The Runics magic was bound to our spirit phase, Gravity, Nature, Water, Heat and the rarest of our kind, Sensors.
The sensors were born on the blue blooded moon, and could manipulate all the elements as well as ones senses, smell, taste, touch and sight. It is a given they are born Sovereign.
I look at the blue sparkling crackles on my cheekbones as it fades to a barely noticeable imprint. If only I could get the mark of Sovereign to fade away from my ear, I wouldn’t have to attend this place. But being born a twin made sure that ship became impenetrable. If one twin was born sovereign, so shall the other. It’s a given. My brother is three hours a head of me due to complications but we still managed to bare the sovereign mark.
“Hurry up. I don’t want to get stuck in the back row. The 3rd Valors always pick on the 1st who stand at the back.” My brother keeps his head to the front of him, no doubt looking at potential allies.
Once the story has begun, there is two things I believe is a must with world building. The first is the most important thing and I call it the illegal planner and notebook. The notebook I make can never be sold, the pictures I add on them have copyrights to them and belong to other people. But most importantly, what I put in the illegal planner and notebook is my closest picture of what I would need to build a world, from the inside to the outside of a building, to the looks of the characters, to their personalities, habits, powers, weaknesses, what makes them great, what makes them not.
Here is my illegal book planner and notes
Once I start with this, it will take weeks to put together all the notes and begin to build the world.
Next week we will go a lot deeper, and get a head start in the book, but for now, please take a moment to sign up to my blog, newsletter and share with your firends.
The links to the podcast will be up hopefully by next week.
Last week I blogged about the story behind the story. After many hours of scrutiny amongst myself, and pets, I decided it best if I split them, that way we can focus on the particular parts you want. Take a quick look at the blog posts I would be sharing as well as the days so you can can decide which ones to join.
Spotlight Monday
Every Monday, I will introduce a key character from my books. I will try to keep it as enticing as I could, with Questions and answers, playlists, snippets, deleted scenes and tailored information you never knew. How crazy will it be to get a front row seat to a book character? A closer, deep look on what makes them so unique or evil.
The Sovereign Creation (Tuesday)
“Ever wonder what goes on behind the story? If those characters could be pulled out of the page? Or have you imagined them exisiting right next to you? While you engross yourself into a novel, the characters of the book becoming so real, we can actually taste them, smell them, remember them and most importantly put a face to them.
Those carefully crafted pages you hold in your hands are just the tip of a splattered ink stain, carved into words. But the transformation, the adventure, the unknown exploration is what makes it magic.
What actually makes a book worth reading? A character worth building? And what does it take to build these characters? What happens when the characters takeover? When they grow so strong and powerful the author loses control of the story, how does it happen? Is it a world one wishes to understand?
For the first time, join me as I not only delve into unchattered territory of the podcast world, but create a new story, a new world and build new characters.
I invite you to join me on a writing journey behind the page flips, the covers. I invite you to join me where characters come to life, plots take unexpected turns, and the writer’s desk transforms into a world of chaos, where not even the author knows the next turn.
Envision this: – a blank canvas, late-night epiphanies, and a rollercoaster of emotions none of us understand, character boards, voice notes, screams, aggravation, delving deeper into our history as humans, as a new world is build, a world called Asidelle. On my new blog, The Soverign Creation, I’m pulling back the veil on the making of The Valor of Masks and Fury.
From the quirky writing rituals that fuels my late nights to the untold stories that don’t quite make it to the final draft, get ready for a glimpse into the heart and soul of my literary adventure.
So, grab your backstage pass, and join me on a journey through the shaping of the world within the pages of The Valor of Masks and Fury. It’s time to unveil the story behind the story, and I can’t wait to share it with you.”
Sneak peek Wedneday
Come join me as I share free downloadable graphics, posters, sneak peeks, poems, free chapters, release days and my personal journey behind writing books, whilst raising a teenager.
Short Story Thursday
Every Thursday I would share a short story, either based on one of my previous books, never to be published books or something I learned. But it’s free, so please join in.
Review Friday
It’s self explanatory. I will review another Authors work as well their bio, websites and book that either got me to notice, or kept me away.
Last year was a slow social year on my side. I spent most of the year focusing on my writing and going through previous published books. It wasn’t a wasted year but it wasn’t a productive one either. I spent it reading, writing and living.
However I managed to write 13 new books (more about that part futher down).
Before I continue I just want to bring some special attention to my new favourite read. Now I know some people hate it, and others are obsessed.
I AM in the ‘insanely hooked’ category when it comes to my new latest book craze – Fourth Wing.
Love the Violet and Xaden lovers quadrant thing they have going on. It is hot.
I was like a screaming banshee the first three times I read it. I am reading it for the fourth time, and this time I can finally be seen reading in public. I swear I am a lot more behaved.
Start Sunday, March 3rd, I will be starting a live review channel on Tiktok and Youtube. I will post a link so you guys can check out my review for the fourth wing.
If you want a copy of this book please get on this dragon riders vibe and be immersed and obsessed. We all need a bit of distractions now and again.
Onto other news, I decided this year I would focus on republishing the older books and releasing the new books. Although I have had plenty of hiccups updating the older ones. For now, have a look at this amazing new video. They are character cards, which I would be sharing with you guys in the near future as the weeks go by.
I was thinking every week we should focus on one character and really break them down, until we all get well acquinted. Let me know what you think. I will be cross posting on the blog and social accounts. However there will be extra post on some of my social media, so if you guys aren’t following me, you should definitely get that sorted out.
So without boring you to death let me get to the good stuff.
I am glad to be announcing the start of my new blog – The Story behind the story. The blog would showcase my work, where I get my inspo from, some extra behind the scenes stories about the characters, plenty of hints and freebies and obviously giveaways.
One of the new covers to show you guys. And yes, these books are edited.
Talking about free stuff – In the beggining of this year I joined a group of Authors in order to distribute a book a month for free. So all existing subscribers will be getting a free ebook every month for 2024. So if you want to be an official subscriber, just fill out the form below and I will gladly add you all onto the official mailing list.
As for the rest. I used to write a page a day on the blog, but recently with so many kindle vella’s and webnovels out there, I want to do something a bit more daring and offer you guys a audio page a day (Yay) and it will be free. All you need to do is keep your eyes open for the link I will be posting soon.
The podcast will be updated every wednesday starting February 14th, 2024. Once the season is over, I will compile the podcast into an ebook and print and sell it online. But the Audiobook will remain free.
The Audiobook will be about a dystopian world. It will have romance, action, adventure, lots of suspense and definitely have no cliche story line. So please follow, subscribe, like and share. I love it when you guys join in on the stories, it just makes it a million times better. And remember it is free. No coins needed, you can listen to it while driving to work in the morning, or having your late night bath, or running on the treadmill, or like me, while you are cooking, although I would just keep in mind the R18 parts will not be for kids, (duh) and while I will try to keep it down, there is obviously no promises. The stories never get told the way I intend it to be. My characters always just take over.
Onto more interesting news, let’s talk about my newsletters. So I will be posting my newsletters on the 1st and 15th of every month as well as posting them on my blog and website this time around. So if you haven’t yet signed up, please do.
Now the moment you have waited for…
Books to come
Conceptionof Truth – 14th February, 2024
“When do you decide to forgive childish grudges and face what you have broken?”
Marco and I were once strangers, then by a false coincidence we became lovers. It was short lived, and he chose another. Hurt by his rejection it was easy to become his enemy. So lovers to enemies we were, until Marco began a war. I never wanted the bloodshed to stain my wedding dress crimson, but Marco made sure our union wasn’t one of love, it was a union of death. Forced into a marriage I don’t want, with my lovers killer, I must finally face the truth and admit one of us is lying. My husband thinks I am the evil queen. A monster is what he calls me. He is blind, mad with rage, so he can’t see, I am the only Villian who won’t pull the trigger.
A brand spanking new rewrite of Conception of Truth.
Darkness has a new name and she comes dressed in a white wedding dress, stained with the blood of her enemies, and the sins of her husbands. Aliyana Capello Catelli finally tells us, who killed Ren.
“It is said the chains that bind us are often the ones strong enough to corrupt us.”
Nara Ravensworth was born bound to me. Forced in her proximity, I walked in her dreams. A forbidden encounter, a hidden love blossomed so great I myself couldn’t control the outcome. Neither of us knew I was meant to be her ultimate ending.
I have spent eons on this earth, fighting who I am, until now.
I once told her, the day will come and we’ll meet face to face. Our hearts will beat as one, and we would dance in the sky.
But what I didn’t tell her is that I was created to end her. It is my sole purpose.
She’s convinced I am her fated, and I am convinced she is my consort, but what if we are wrong? what if she is the endless, a bringer of chaos, a Lightwatcher so powerful she would tip the heavens and hell upside down?
What do I do then?
“I am meant to love you, yet still choose everyone else above you, that is our fate.”
The Prince of Souls – tbr
A house of blades and legions – tbr
My brother’s Keeper – tbr
A Frosted sin – tbr
Starting from Sunday, February 4th, I will be posting sneak peaks into the books and a behind the scenes look at what it takes to write these stories. So stay tuned.
All books written by Shan R.K. have no AI writing.
Other Books in the series:
The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club
River’s Keeper – Book 2 Zero – Book 3 Beauty’s Breath – Book 4 Killer – Book 5 Sienna – Book 6 (New Release)
Interesting Fact: The Secrets of The Famiglia, The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club, Love, Hate & Billions and Lessons from a Suspect are all linked to a much larger plot.
The preferred reading order for heightened enjoyment is as follows:
Beggar Capo Dei Capi Kylie Bray The Things you teach me River’s Keeper Zero Beauty’s Breath Union Of Death Queen of Killers Conception Of Truth Killer Sienna A Frosted Sin
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P.S If you wish to follow my new podcast, pop me an email, shanRk@zoho.com to subscribe, it is 100% free or wait patiently for the links to be posted on my website and blog. I will create a drop down tag for the podcast on my website to make it a bit easier. Stay amazing and remember this is your year to shine, so enjoy it.
Last year was a slow social year on my side. I spent most of the year focusing on my writing and going through previous published books. It wasn’t a wasted year but it wasn’t a productive one either. I spent it reading, writing and living.
However I managed to write 13 new books (more about that part futher down).
Before I continue I just want to bring some special attention to my new favourite read. Now I know some people hate it, and others are obsessed.
I AM in the ‘insanely hooked’ category when it comes to my new latest book craze – Fourth Wing.
Love the Violet and Xaden lovers quadrant thing they have going on. It is hot.
I was like a screaming banshee the first three times I read it. I am reading it for the fourth time, and this time I can finally be seen reading in public. I swear I am a lot more behaved.
Start Sunday, March 3rd, I will be starting a live review channel on Tiktok and Youtube. I will post a link so you guys can check out my review for the fourth wing.
If you want a copy of this book please get on this dragon riders vibe and be immersed and obsessed. We all need a bit of distractions now and again.
Onto other news, I decided this year I would focus on republishing the older books and releasing the new books. Although I have had plenty of hiccups updating the older ones. For now, have a look at this amazing new video. They are character cards, which I would be sharing with you guys in the near future as the weeks go by.
I was thinking every week we should focus on one character and really break them down, until we all get well acquinted. Let me know what you think. I will be cross posting on the blog and social accounts. However there will be extra post on some of my social media, so if you guys aren’t following me, you should definitely get that sorted out.
So without boring you to death let me get to the good stuff.
I am glad to be announcing the start of my new blog – The Story behind the story. The blog would showcase my work, where I get my inspo from, some extra behind the scenes stories about the characters, plenty of hints and freebies and obviously giveaways.
One of the new covers to show you guys. And yes, these books are edited.
Talking about free stuff – In the beggining of this year I joined a group of Authors in order to distribute a book a month for free. So all existing subscribers will be getting a free ebook every month for 2024. So if you want to be an official subscriber, just fill out the form below and I will gladly add you all onto the official mailing list.
As for the rest. I used to write a page a day on the blog, but recently with so many kindle vella’s and webnovels out there, I want to do something a bit more daring and offer you guys a audio page a day (Yay) and it will be free. All you need to do is keep your eyes open for the link I will be posting soon.
The podcast will be updated every wednesday starting February 14th, 2024. Once the season is over, I will compile the podcast into an ebook and print and sell it online. But the Audiobook will remain free.
The Audiobook will be about a dystopian world. It will have romance, action, adventure, lots of suspense and definitely have no cliche story line. So please follow, subscribe, like and share. I love it when you guys join in on the stories, it just makes it a million times better. And remember it is free. No coins needed, you can listen to it while driving to work in the morning, or having your late night bath, or running on the treadmill, or like me, while you are cooking, although I would just keep in mind the R18 parts will not be for kids, (duh) and while I will try to keep it down, there is obviously no promises. The stories never get told the way I intend it to be. My characters always just take over.
Onto more interesting news, let’s talk about my newsletters. So I will be posting my newsletters on the 1st and 15th of every month as well as posting them on my blog and website this time around. So if you haven’t yet signed up, please do.
Now the moment you have waited for…
Books to come
Conceptionof Truth – 14th February, 2024
“When do you decide to forgive childish grudges and face what you have broken?”
Marco and I were once strangers, then by a false coincidence we became lovers. It was short lived, and he chose another. Hurt by his rejection it was easy to become his enemy. So lovers to enemies we were, until Marco began a war. I never wanted the bloodshed to stain my wedding dress crimson, but Marco made sure our union wasn’t one of love, it was a union of death. Forced into a marriage I don’t want, with my lovers killer, I must finally face the truth and admit one of us is lying. My husband thinks I am the evil queen. A monster is what he calls me. He is blind, mad with rage, so he can’t see, I am the only Villian who won’t pull the trigger.
A brand spanking new rewrite of Conception of Truth.
Darkness has a new name and she comes dressed in a white wedding dress, stained with the blood of her enemies, and the sins of her husbands. Aliyana Capello Catelli finally tells us, who killed Ren.
“It is said the chains that bind us are often the ones strong enough to corrupt us.”
Nara Ravensworth was born bound to me. Forced in her proximity, I walked in her dreams. A forbidden encounter, a hidden love blossomed so great I myself couldn’t control the outcome. Neither of us knew I was meant to be her ultimate ending.
I have spent eons on this earth, fighting who I am, until now.
I once told her, the day will come and we’ll meet face to face. Our hearts will beat as one, and we would dance in the sky.
But what I didn’t tell her is that I was created to end her. It is my sole purpose.
She’s convinced I am her fated, and I am convinced she is my consort, but what if we are wrong? what if she is the endless, a bringer of chaos, a Lightwatcher so powerful she would tip the heavens and hell upside down?
What do I do then?
“I am meant to love you, yet still choose everyone else above you, that is our fate.”
The Prince of Souls – tbr
A house of blades and legions – tbr
My brother’s Keeper – tbr
A Frosted sin – tbr
Starting from Sunday, February 4th, I will be posting sneak peaks into the books and a behind the scenes look at what it takes to write these stories. So stay tuned.
All books written by Shan R.K. have no AI writing.
Other Books in the series:
The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club
River’s Keeper – Book 2 Zero – Book 3 Beauty’s Breath – Book 4 Killer – Book 5 Sienna – Book 6 (New Release)
Interesting Fact: The Secrets of The Famiglia, The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club, Love, Hate & Billions and Lessons from a Suspect are all linked to a much larger plot.
The preferred reading order for heightened enjoyment is as follows:
Beggar Capo Dei Capi Kylie Bray The Things you teach me River’s Keeper Zero Beauty’s Breath Union Of Death Queen of Killers Conception Of Truth Killer Sienna A Frosted Sin
Don’t forget to claim your free Ebook every month and take part in all the competitions, you might just be the lucky winner.
P.S If you wish to follow my new podcast, pop me an email, shanRk@zoho.com to subscribe, it is 100% free or wait patiently for the links to be posted on my website and blog. I will create a drop down tag for the podcast on my website to make it a bit easier. Stay amazing and remember this is your year to shine, so enjoy it.
♤ ‘She told me, she promised me, she’d stay away, now she’s here and all I have to do is pull the trigger’
A life for a life was the words we parted with.
I left Liston Hills, out of FEAR, for one man. He was supposed to be my family, and PROTECT me, HE betrayed me instead, ripped my family away from me, took the love of my life and everything else I cared for.
It’s 10 years later, I’m back. I need HIM.
Only he is no longer the man with a grudge, and a gun, now he is worse and his cold heartless eyes are promising me DEATH.
I once called him Kevin.
Now, I call him KILLER and I, Sienna Bray is next on his LIST
Book 5, in the Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club Series, brings a completely new story that will make you cry, laugh and scream for more.
Killer never wanted much in life, but a woman who would be his wife and make his mother happy. But now, while searching for Lucca Sanati, secrets of his past come to his club and she comes with an entire package of her own problems. He should kill her but the club stands against him. They all want to protect her.
What they don’t know, is Sienna Bray is no damsel in distress, she is the reaper deciding who to take out next.
Author Shan R.K 
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