Jaded Princess

Published September 23, 2015 by darksilvertree

Katherine leaned against Atian’s truck, her fingers tapped anxiously against her stomach; she’d press her hand flat but the tapping would start again. She grasped a vial in the other hand. She hoped it was enough to destroy Alex. She’d waited for so long already and now she finally had the strength. At first having Ysabel’s spirit trapped within her hadn’t seemed like a blessing, but Ysabel needed her to be strong; a simple agreement allowed Katherine access to her power. She finally had a grasp on how to shape energy to her will. But she would not be used again and she kept the barriers between them strong. Now with her magic fully awakened she could fight back. Something she could tell did not please Ysabel. But that didn’t matter to Katherine. It was time to tie up loose ends. A door slammed behind her and she forced her attention to Atian.

His concern was evident. Taking her hand, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this…now?”

That’s precious. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

She tried to walk away but Atian pulled her back.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should call your sister?” His voice shook and he got quiet, like he always did when he was stressed.

Katherine bit back a sharp remark. He’d seen what she could do. She didn’t need Samiyah to take down some bottom-of-the-barrel demon, especially not when her sister would rather bury her head in the sand as often as possible. Katherine’s newfound love for her sister was severely tested. “She’s two days away. I need to do this now.” She gently pushed him back around the truck. “We’ll be home before you know it.”

Atian reluctantly let himself be guided back to the driver’s side, but he crushed her in a long hug and didn’t let her go without a kiss.


Katherine cast a circle in the air with her fingers, leaving a dull orange glow. She pulled out the spell she’d written from her skirt pocket. Katherine took a deep breath but still hesitated. Alex would be sealed in. But so was she.

Finding her courage she pulled energy from everything around her; the ground, every blade of grass and every leaf, from the tree bark to the sap beneath, the moisture gathering in the air that would soon be dew, and even the breeze. Finally she drew on her passion and focused it all into her spell. “Shadows lurking in the night. I summon you, Alex, come to me tonight.” Her voice thundered out, breaking through the chains that bind; that said a lady was quiet. It carried all her frustration. At her goal being so close only for it to crumble, for her to see what had always lain beneath the pretty lies. And Alex was going to pay for them all. She repeated the spell twice more. Her anger grew with each second.

The last word left her lips and a burst of warmth flooded her chest. Then the feeling exploded outward, knocking her against the barrier. She looked up to see Alex crouched, eyeing her with a mix of disdain and expectancy.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He laughed. “Sorry princess. Is this better?” His expression changed to one of infatuation and he gave her a mock bow. “What an honor to be before someone who looks so…young.” His lips twitched as he fought to suppress another laugh.

Katherine slowly moved to a standing position. Her anger flared but she was in control here. He would not force her hand before she was ready. And then he said,

“Does he know? What you were willing to sacrifice for youth?” He tapped his chin. “I think your white knight would like to know.”


Katherine watched him walk past her. She’d stood eerily still. Her hatred seeped into the barrier like venom. Alex touched it and the orange glow consumed him. “You do not get to hold anything over me.” She felt a sudden disconnection as she approached him. Before panic could set in she made sure Ysabel was safely tucked away.

Alex folded in slow-motion, hitting the ground with a thud. He glared. His eyes lost all semblance of humanity. Black orbs with pin pricks of red stared back at her. “You aren’t a victim. You’re a brat and just as guilty as either me, or Nathaniel.”

Katherine summoned a gust of wind that slammed into him with the force of a truck. She heard a dull snap but she knew it must’ve been louder. “I would’ve done anything for him. And he would’ve killed me. I didn’t care what his plans were, why is what I wanted so much to ask for?”

“You meant nothing, your loyalty meant nothing.” Alex flung her away and pushed himself up. The right side of his ribcage hung loosely; bones pushing against his skin as they grinded together. He tried to summon something, Katherine felt him gathering energy, but he couldn’t.

“You’re trapped in my circle.”

He snarled, lunging for her with claws extended. She swatted him aside and let out a bored sigh. Confidence rushed through her, threatening to overflow, and left her feeling giddy. Katherine let her power slam into Alex. She wanted him to know exactly who he was dealing with. He eyed her wearily now. His movements became more measured, testing her out.


But Katherine had thought about this so much the reality seemed almost anticlimactic. And she knew of his fight with Samiyah, though getting that information from her sister had been a pain. Alex was just a brawler not a strategic fighter. He proved this by jumping at her again, only from a slightly different angle. This man used to be menacing. Now he was scrambling for the upper hand. Katherine laughed aloud at her naivety as she surrounded him in a column of flame.

Sauntering towards him, confident of her upper hand, Katherine wasn’t prepared for Alex to grab at her throat. She let out a yelp and threw herself backwards.

“Still a child. Your power means nothing.”

Katherine levitated him, still on fire, with one hand. With the other she struck him in the back with a lightning strike. His howl of agony made her shiver. Whether from joy or fear, Katherine didn’t know. She didn’t give herself time to think about it; and not just because the former disturbed her. Katherine saw the vial lying on the ground. Too close to the fire. She started to pull it towards herself when the fire exploded outward. Only reflexively summoning a shield saved her. Alex shed his human form and lunged at her. His claws were longer than anything Katherine had ever seen before and filed to a point. Sparks flew as they connected with her shield. Muscles in his thick hind legs bunched as he pushed against it. Katherine felt her panic rising when her shield moved back. She took a shaky step backwards; realizing distantly that one of her heels sank into the ground and broke when she did. Suddenly Katherine’s barrier clouded over. A man stood casually on the opposite side as if he’d simply stepped through. A shock of ginger hair fell into his eyes. Alex looked between them and jumped towards the man. In a movement faster than Katherine could follow he landed a punch that sent Alex flying back. His body crashed next to her. Katherine’s stomach churned when she saw a gaping hole in Alex’s chest.


“Don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt you.” The man was next to her and Katherine realized he wasn’t that tall. She was only five six, four inches taller than Samiyah, and she looked him right in the eye. He grinned and she felt like running far away. “At least not this time.”

“Then why?” Katherine’s voice came out in a forced whisper.

“We don’t like demons in our territory.” His expression hardened, grey eyes turned cold. And then, in an instant, he was cheery again.

Katherine steadied herself and put on a calm front. “I had him.”

“Indeed you did. Interesting.” He gently took her hand and bought it to his lips. “I think we’ll have a lot to talk about in the future.”

His voice made her tense in anticipation. All her instincts screamed she’d be walking into danger but she…wanted that? She asked, before she could stop herself, “Is that so? In how near a future?”

He laughed. “Just keep me in mind.” He straightened the brown leather jacket he wore before turning away.

Before he could leave Katherine blurted out, “What’s your name?”

He stopped and listened to something, looking her over as he did so. Instead of feeling attracted, Katherine felt as if she were being judged and wondered what he saw. Finally he said, “Think of me as Jules.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Jules” threw back his head in laughter. “Of course not,” he said before disappearing.

As Katherine stood gathering her wits her barrier returned to its original orange color. She made herself move, finding the vial and coming to stand over Alex again. She felt nothing as the potion dissolved him. It would go beyond his physical body and destroy Alex’s energy so no one could ever resurrect him. Not that he was high enough anyone would care. Katherine wanted his suffering to be absolute; she’d never gone halfway on anything and she wasn’t going to start now. Once that task was done she let down her barrier to see Atian pacing by his truck.

Katherine walked over to him and threw her arms around Atian’s neck, a reassuring smile plastered on her face. “I told you. Nothing to worry about.”

He pursed his lips and his brows furrowed. He didn’t ask any questions, right now, just helped her back into the jeep. “I’m glad I was wrong.” Atian squeezed Katherine’s hand as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. They stayed like that a long time before Atian made a move to leave.

A Hammer and a Spell

Published September 1, 2015 by darksilvertree

Zuri ambled into the tavern. She didn’t mind that she could just see over the tables. A hundred and sixteen years gave one a lot of time to get used to it. She was a dwarf after all, and one known for her temper. Not many wanted to suffer her company; let alone point out something like that. The smell of baking pies and spiced ham drifted to her. Her mouth watered. The past two months had driven her close to renouncing jerky and all meat foods. Before she came to her senses, of course. The only thing worse was getting hired to guard a merchant caravan that was mostly destroyed, which meant no pay. Zuri sniffed. Was that turkey? Boar? Duck? More sweats? Fancy indeed! But she expected nothing less from “her human”. She never called Lasym that aloud but it was a pet name. Zuri asked him why he’d explained the term if he didn’t want her to call him that. Lasym had only glowered at her. A serving girl bumping into Zuri interrupted her thoughts. Linen skirts filled her vision. The sounds of breaking plates, heavy thuds as wooden flagons hit the floor made her cringe as she thought food and drink being wasted. Zuri tried pushing them away but only succeeded in getting her hands tangled. She let out a string of curses, mixing with those of the serving girl’s. A new voice joined in.

“Stop struggling! You’re making it worse,” Lasym growled. His baritone voice grew even deeper when he was upset.

Zuri stopped struggling but she continued to complain. Once she was free Zuri gave the girl, who she recognized as Nelladrie (most people called her Nella), a dazzling smile. Lasym shook his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. Nella was a good friend that Zuri had known since she first set out wandering. Sometimes they were romantic partners; a secret Zuri shared only with Lasym. As she followed him to a table in the corner she remembered the confused look he’d given her. A few days later he’d bought it up again but only to ask ,incredulously, if she felt the same about him. Zuri payed close attention to her crew members though. Having seen Lasym show no interest in romantic flings the others liked playing at, she’d guessed he was different and already accepted it. He seemed pleased with the answer and they never bought it up again. Lysem didn’t attempt to help Zuri into her chair. What did a dwarf have if not her pride? Once she was settled she grinned up at Lysem. His normally dour expression broke as a small smile peeked through. He relaxed slightly, studying her a long moment before reaching out to put a hand over hers. It spoke volumes more than if he’d attempted to lift her and swing her about. Dwarves weren’t immovable stones, not that they protested the myth, but Zuri had fists as large as Lasym’s head; it wouldn’t end well for him as she’d sternly warned him the one time he tried. So they agreed to a compromise. No pet names and no swinging. As these thoughts ran through her head, Zuri stared at their hands. Hers made his look like a babe. But he was to her, even if he’d gotten a tan and thick calluses from his time on a merchant ship. Zuri wanted to ask how long it’d taken Lasym to get his sea legs but the moment seemed too heavy.

“I heard.”

“Yeah.” It was all she could manage to say. Zuri coughed to clear her throat. The garrison the caravan stopped at was attacked by bandits. Nothing out of the ordinary except they poured from the hills like ants. Rihyr and Bhyr, two humans who kept themselves completely covered and trained their voices to be neutral, were missing when the attack ended. They were fresh from home, Lasym called them “barely weaned” and advised against bringing them, but their potential…. Zuri rolled her shoulders.

“I know, you didn’t come for this. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” Lasym shifted and withdrew his hand but muttered, “Should’ve come with me.”

Zuri laughed, dark braids that draped over each shoulder bounced, gaining an embarrassed chuckle from Lasym. “Can’t have people thinking we’re lovers can we?”

“Never that.” The adoration in his eyes said otherwise.

Had anyone told her six years ago the solemn twenty-four year old was capable of such a look she would’ve sent him off for getting into the rum. But Zuri hadn’t hired a joker, she was enough for them all, she’d hired a spell-sword. And despite Lasym’s demeanor he was more than willing to bend rules where he felt necessary so they got along well, until he decided to bend her rules; never going too far, just enough to aggravate her. Zuri almost traded his contract for another witch’s at an outpost, although he wasn’t as strong.  Then the deal went bad. And Lasym helped save her life though he had no obligation to. He said she’d earned his respect, and he had no reason to wish her dead. Little did Zuri know, Lasym may as well have spouted the most sugary poetry for her. And that was only the first year they’d traveled together.

“A copper for your thoughts.” Lasym took a sip from his flagon.

“Just a copper!” Zuri glared at him.

He gave her an exasperated look. “It’s a saying.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on the tabletop. “Besides, why pay more for what I wouldn’t get anyway.”

Zuri pouted and gave him a distrustful look.

“Have I lied to you before?” he asked in a soft voice.

“No.” she sniffed. “And you’d be smart to continue that.”

Lasym raised his flagon. Which reminded her….

“Nella!” Her voice carried even over the racket. Zuri waved at Nella, who smiled despite the grimace she tried keeping on her face. As Nella walked over Zuri caught Lasym’s resigned expression. “I still have some money left.”

“Enough to last until the next job?”
“Yes.” In reality she could buy a meal tonight but she’d need a job by morning. Judging by Lasym’s expression he knew that, but she wouldn’t admit it. He worried enough as it was.

He wanted to protest but they’d already found out just how good the elf’s hearing was. Nella stopped close to Zuri but kept enough of distance she couldn’t reach. Zuri knew it was out of respect for Lasym but she screwed up her face in mock displeasure anyway.

“Can’t expect manners from a dwarf can I?”

“I exude manners!” She stuck out her tounge.

Nella smiled and shook her head. “What will it be?” she asked Lasym.

“Hey! I have money!”

“Like ya did last time?”

“I did.” Zuri gave Lasym a warning look. He put up his hands, keeping his expression carefully neutral.

Nella bit her lip to suppress a laugh. “I’ll just bring the biggest flagon we got. We’ll see just where ya purse is.” Zuri’s eyes lit up. Before leaving she wrapped Zuri in a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re safe, Zuri.” Nella smile was sad.

Zuri waited until she’d gone far enough away and back into her “happy bar maid” role. “You told her,” she hissed.

“It was only right. She worries.”

She sighed, waiting for her drink in silence. Nella returned and Zuri put on a big grin for her. She hadn’t been lying, the flagon was nearly as large as Zuri’s head. When she reached for it Nella squeezed her fingers. Nella placed it in front of Zuri and whispered, “Enjoy.” As if the air was suddenly too weak to hold her words. She slipped away quietly, leaving Zuri and Lasym alone. They toasted each other across the table and took a large gulp; getting lost in their own thoughts.

Beyond Death / Iron & Silk

Published August 26, 2015 by darksilvertree

A gentle voice

By your side.

Its song,

The waves

Beneath your boat.

As it carries

Beyond death



Royal chains

Made of



Carry between

Burdened souls

Pike driven into stone

Made of


Of peace

To heal



These are some poems about my lastest WIP Singers of Death.


Image (clickable) text: Darkness didn’t scare a witch. Not one who guided others through death.

Monthly Vlogs

Published August 22, 2015 by darksilvertree

I plan on working on a few novels and since I liked doing vlogs for Camp NaNoWriMo I decided to keep doing them. But instead of every week I’ll only be doing update videos once a month, with a few updates in between on Twitter. I don’t mean to neglect this site and I’ll start posting again when I have shorter & more stand alone works to show. For instance, I have a sorta “filler” story where Katherine Hayden gets to take center stage that I’ve been working on. =)

Also, I posted the first two chapters of Among Ladies & Lords on Wattpad before I knew that an account was needed to read anything on that site. If anyone’s interested, leave a comment below and I’ll post them here too.



The Samiyah Hayden Series – Updates

Published July 11, 2015 by darksilvertree

I’ve started putting edited chapters of these stories on Wattpad, if anyone’s interested. I’m still taking suggestions on what (if anything) needs to be changed. Lately I’ve been having problems with updating posts since any changes I make don’t show up but I always keeps feedback in mind when I start a new WIP. For fun I also added songs to some of the chapters.

Seven Bays – Updated

Ever’s Gate – Updated

Hayden Spells Trouble – Updated

Chapter three of A Witch’s Fire is up but I’ll probably reupload it ,because of the problem with updating, before I link to it.


I found a picture randomly one night that looks similar to how I pictured Samiyah. The original can be found here.



I also did my own quick sketch (it’s my new Twitter icon) but there’s a reason I don’t draw. =p


Since I don’t plan on ending this series anytime soon I’d also like to know where readers would like to see this series go. Which character(s) would you like to see explored?  Leave a comment and let me know!

Married To The Stars

Published June 8, 2015 by darksilvertree

Ritha Alkez sat at her work desk, a tight grip on her halopad. Once again she was watching the recording of her husband, Captain Domenic Alkez of the Celestial Raven, being promoted. Ritha let out a dry laugh. She couldn’t even think of him without his title. It was all a part of his legend. While he flew into space and won heroic battle after heroic battle, she lay tossing and turning; night after night. Domenic helped defend their colonies from the Blades of Vendisia, a rogue group of Denassiri who didn’t approve of their government’s treaty with humans; and who were quickly gaining support among other aliens. Ritha, on the other hand, passed her days pretending to be happy while she filmed one wedding after another. Pretending the grooms’s cologne, their hands placed tenderly on a bride’s hip, weren’t slivers of ice striking her heart.

No. She helped the masses forget the escalating aggression while waiting in quiet desperation for any news. Her whole body would shake as she fought the urge to send a daily message for him to contact her. Ritha didn’t care that it would still be a month or more before he’d be able to respond; as long as he did. It was better than his last call being a year ago. It was better than his last shore leave being two years ago, when they’d barely sat down to lunch before he had to report back to his ship. Ritha stood on the walkway overlooking the docking bay. He gave her a quick wave and she returned it with a strained smile on her face. She’d bought a new dress and shoes with her recent paycheck to surprise him, fought her coarse hair into submission so it fell in thick waves to her shoulders. Domenic had even made an effort. He showed up in a plain grey shirt, wearing black dress pants and shoes. He’d ordered a pass for the theatre, something he only enjoyed in small doses but knew she loved, to make up for it.

Ritha still had that pass in her desk drawer, hidden under work papers. She kept it like that would be enough to bring Domenic back to her. Ritha’s mother, Saria Ramoor, came over often to talk about mindless things like what happened on the lasted tv show, the name of which Ritha would forget soon after she mentioned it. Or Saria would fill her in on the latest family news; Ritha’s sister, Brisa Ramoor, had a difficult birth but was now recovering with her son. She knew how much Ritha needed that even if her husband, former admiral Adan Ramoor, had been forced into retirement years before the first Denassiri skirmishes started. But today Ritha opted to stay indoors, glad now she’d chosen to become her own boss. She found any recordings she could to hear Domenic’s voice. Ritha listened to military recruitment ads that used his voice, his acceptance speeches, even the rare interview. She listened to the story of a war hero repeated a dozen times. Yet no one stopped to ask about the ones waiting at home with bated breath.

Didn’t they wonder how this felt? All those questions but what about us? What about me? Ritha watched Domenic’s hologram beam at her; she missed his warm brown eyes, instead of the blue pixelated ones that stared at her. Her sight grew blurry, lashes growing heavy with tears…yet the effort to shed another one felt like more effort than she could bear. And all the while wishing she’d hear him come through the door again.


Published April 16, 2015 by darksilvertree

He said

I’m here for you

Even when you aren’t here for yourself

She said

I just wanna be



Take me back

to how it used to be

Safe in my cage

Before the world

All came down on me


He said

Just tell me what to do


Help me

Save me

Let me go

Catch me

Save me

Let me go


I’m here for you


I just wanna be



Take me back

To how it used to be

Safe in my cage

Before the world

all came down on me


He said

Just tell me what to do


Help me

Save me

Let me go

Catch me

Save me

Let me go




Something quick I worked on yesterday because I felt like writing a amateurish song about two characters from The Samiyah Hayden Series. Anyone who follows me on Twitter probably has a good idea who it’s about, does anyone want to take a guess? lol

Hint Hint 2

I tried to upload the audio from my tablet….We see how that turned out. And since I’m in the mood I’ll probably write more of these.


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