Aftertale Comic Novels & Stories

Sebastian Morrison was the most famous fireworks designer in the world. We'd been together for seven years, and countless times, I'd hinted that I wanted a fireworks show that belonged only to me. Every time, he just ruffled my hair. "Next time it's your birthday," he'd say, "I'll design you the most beautiful one yet." The night of my birthday, I rushed to the beach, my heart full of anticipation. Instead, I found Sebastian standing under a sky full of fireworks, his arms wrapped around Victoria Grey. The fireworks burst over the water, dazzling, like a dream. Just not one that belonged to me. I stood frozen at the edge of the crowd. Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard this des

I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone. The Bloom screams, timelines fracturing. ***YOU WIN***, it weeps. ***BUT YOU'LL DIE WITH ME.*** The mausoleum collapses. --- **The Aftermath** We wake in the field, the lattice gone. The sky is whole, the air sweet with mundane rain. Ravel's crossbow is ash. Lira is gone. The survivors are silent, hollow. But Talin kneels where the lattice stood, cupping a sprout in his palms-ordinary, fragile.

The thought of becoming their walking dinner sent shivers down her spine. Her heart pounded in her throat as the man descended a flight of stairs, leading her into a hallway guarded by heavily armed sentinels stationed at every corner. Caught between laughter and tears at her predicament, Avery noticed that most guards bore identical tattoos on their necks. The man continued towards the end of the hallway, stopping before a door. With a subtle nod, the guard in front of the door stepped aside, granting them passage. They entered a dimly lit room, and Avery's eyes widened at the sight of five figures present. She recognized three of them from the group she had encountered earlier, including t