Novels by Jennywrites 🌹🌹

I didn't wait to hear the final bell ring. The moment the teacher closed her book, I was out of my seat, my books already in my backpack. I had earlier told Dad and Mom not to bother picking me up. Not because I was embarrassed of them, but because I wanted to take in the glory of the weird town again, and most especially, I wanted to watch the translucent girl closely. Raven Hollow High School was just as strange as the town that housed it_quiet, eerie, and filled with eyes that lingered a little too long. But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the

Back at Texas, I usually slept till 7:30 a.m before waking to prepare for school, but here, it wasn't the same. I've never dreaded a Monday like I dreaded this one, all my life. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, ruining my half decent dream about waffles, and my Texan besties. I slapped it off, shutting my eyes tightly so I could go back to the dreams. Mom shouted something from down the hallway. I groaned into my pillow, and sat up on the tiny bed. I hated it here. Everything was different. The strange ceiling above me. It wasn't the ceiling I used to wake up to. The room looked strange, and I wished it would disappear in a blink of my eyes. I stared at the wall, and I hated it more. Instead of the posters of my favorite band, it was a bare wood with a water stain in the shape of something vaguely resembling a skull. I groaned loudly and fell on the bed, kicking my legs into the air with frustration. This house felt more like a haunted bed-and-breakfast, than a home. It was cold, quiet, cre

MARY'S POV I used to believe that I had it all figured out. I loved Texas. It was loud, bright, and bold; just like me. There were fast cars, loud music, and bonfires that lasted until dawn. And then, there was my friends that had become more like a family. Life at Texas was just perfect for me. I knew who I was in that world, and I had a wonderful set of routine. My school, where I was even the cheerleader for our basketball team. Movie marathon nights with my clique, a lot of sleepovers, and summer parties at my favorite beach house. I had everything I could ever want. Until the accident happened. It wasn't just any regular kind of accident, or the type seen in Hollywood movies. It was a horror-filled accident that had cracked something in my parents. We were out on a sunday like every other family. We visited the park, rode in the rollercoasters, and saw a movie. It was the perfect family time for a perfect family. With music playing aloud from the car radio, we danced to th

They called it the Raven Hollow Town.Even the name tasted like ash and shadow when spoken aloud. It was a town, old with time, and hidden in the deep Northern reaches. These town nestled between jagged mountains, and dense ancient woods that whispered of things unseen.Unlike other cities, Raven Hollow wasn't a place people readily moved in to. The townfolk of this dark city were rumored to be cursed. They never asked too many questions, never stayed out late, and they never stray too far from the streets once dusk has kissed the sky.This routine wasn't a thing of choice. It was an unspoken rule that they had to adhere to, for their own safety.There was something in the air; an unspoken fear that clung to the mist, and threaded through every whispered warning."Keep your doors locked at night." They said."Do not open your doors to anyone after midnight.""Stay indoors after dark.""Never stray into the woods..."And the loudest warning of them all was;"Do not trust any friendly

The city light shimmered like scattered stars as the car came to a smooth halt in front of the mansion's gate. The night had been different. For once since Selene's return, there had been no tension clinging to Lucas's shoulders, no shadows lurking around his gaze. The plan had been to distract Aria, and take her mind off the weird thoughts that were creeping all over her, but it had worked for Lucas too. Sitting there while watching Aria eat, he had realized that he infact needed the distraction more. Before Aria found him at the window, he was long gone. Dragged into the abyss of his past, where no warmth existed. The dinner had been elegant, quiet, almost unreal_soft music, warm lighting, and the kind of attention that made Aria feel like she was the only person in the world. The whole time, Lucas watched her. Like a man who had lost his soul, but only found it when she was with him. Like a man, undeserving of her pureness. Her love. Like a man who had decided for a momen

The night rested quietly over the mansion, draping the walls in a soft, silver hush. Beyond the tall glass windows, the garden stretched endlessly, bathed in moonlight. The trees stood still, their shadows long and watchful, while the faint rustle of leaves whispered secrets only the darkness understood. Lucas stood before the window, unmoving. One hand rested lightly against the cool glasses, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the garden_far past the trimmed hedges, past the iron gates, past glass, but even that seemed distant, as though the man staring back at him belonged to another time. His expression was unreadable. But his eyes... his eyes carried something heavier. A storm that had long passed, but somehow never left. Fragments of memory drifted through his mind like echoes refusing to fade. A voice. A laugh. A word that had once crafted itself into him. A word that had changed his entire being. WEAK. His jaw tightened slightly. For a moment, the silence around him fe

The night hung heavy over the barren plains of the Lower Realm, where the faint glow of distant lava rivers cast long, jagged shadows across the cracked, blackened earth. The air smelled of sulfur and iron, and the distant wails of the tormented, echoed like whispers from the void.Lucas walked side by side with Selene, his boots leaving dark impressions on the scorched soil. "Why do you walk like you own nothing?" Selene asked, her voice cutting through the night. "Do you think the realm would learn to fear you if you keep walking like that?"Lucas lowered his head, jaw tight. He didn't reply."Keep your head up." Selene continued, circling him like a panther. "You still doubt yourself... you don't think you are strong enough_but Lucas, I've seen you. You have the power of a legion combined, and that power cannot be hidden any longer." She paused and held his shoulders, forcing him to meet her gaze. "We are here to rewrite your destiny. You must not hesitate. The moment you do that,

The massive gates of the throne room closed behind Lucas with a thunderous boom that echoed through the dark corridors of Hell.For a moment, he simply stood there.His chest burned where Lucifer's power had crushed the air from his lungs. The pain in his ribs throbbed with every breath he took, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation clawing at his mind.WEAKThe word echoed over and over again in his thoughts.Lucifer's voice had carried no anger when he said it. Only certainty.And regret, as though he had truly acknowledged Lucas to be his mistake.Lucas began walking.The corridors of the infernal palace stretched endlessly in every direction, carved from dark volcanic stone that seemed to drink in the red glow in the surrounding lava rivers. Shadows crawled around the walls like living things.Lucas barely noticed them.In his mind, the scene replayed again and again.The invisible hand squeezing the life out of him.The laughter.The mockery.The moment t

The throne room of Hell was vast enough to swallow enemies.It had been built to intimidate_with black stone pillars that rose like jagged teeth toward a ceiling lost in darkness. Their surfaces veined with faint crimson light that pulsed like a slow heartbeat. Rivers of molten fire crawled through channels carved into the floor, filling the chamber with a dull, suffocating heat. Despite the constant oppressing heat, the vast chamber still felt cold.At the far end of the hall sat the throne.Carved from jagged obsidian and bones of fallen creatures, it rose like a monument to cruelty. No mortal craftsman could have created something so terrible, but yet magnificent.And seated upon it was the great ruler of hell.Lucifer.He lounged lazily across the throne as though the infernal kingdom around him were nothing more than a personal amusement. One arm rested along the side of the throne, his fingers tapping idly against the stone.Lucas stood several steps away from the throne, his h

In the absence of the goddess, Lucas' mansion forgot what heaviness felt like. The corridors that once dimmed and echoed with nothing but the quiet hum of restrained power, had softened. Sunlight filtered through curtains that had remained drawn for decades, warming marble floors that had only ever known shadows. The chandeliers no longer cast cold, ceremonial light, they glowed warmly in the evenings, like the house itself had learned how to breathe.There was no silence of abandonment.The usual suffocating stillness that used to follow Lucas after a bloodbath, was gone also.Everything felt different.The estate had always been magnificent_imposing, eternal.But for two weeks, it had been... alive.There had been laughter.Soft and fleeting, but real.Footsteps that didn't carry fear.Doors that closed gently instead of with force.Even the staffs, despite being demons, now moved differently too.Quieter. Not out of fear, but out of respect for the peace that had settled over thei