Novels by SKRACPP

Stories are living things.They grow in the dark, in the quiet corners of the mind, shaped by every heartbeat that aches for meaning. This book began with a single spark, a question of what happens when love, war, heritage, and destiny collide, and it grew into a world woven with magic, bloodlines, betrayal, and unbreakable devotion.From Snake, whose soul carried a thousand scars yet never ceased to protect the people he loved… To Evilside, who wandered through grief only to rebuild herself into a force that could change ages… To Dendra, whose rage, loyalty, humor, and stubborn heart turned him from a reckless god into one worthy of love and legacy… And to every liroid, goddess, child, and fallen house in between, this story became larger than any one character.It became an entire world surviving its own history.In these pages, gods fought and fell, families shattered and healed, lovers challenged fate, and a broken realm found a second chance, a chance called Second. Yet even vi

THE WORLD AFTER TANSecond, the city built on the ashes of Tan’s old kingdom rose in gold and vine, carved with liroid runes and god-blood symbols. It was a city of rebirth, discipline, and fierce law. Snake, crowned as king, ruled with Aria beside him, once Tan’s daughter, now the Serpent Queen.Dendra and Evilside governed from Dren, reshaping the divine court with newer, leaner laws. No more endless cycles of vengeance.No more “old god privileges.”No more chains on power or purpose.For the first time in centuries, the world breathed.THE SIX CHILDREN OF SNAKESnake and Aria’s six children were, according to Dragon, “the greatest natural disaster since the fall of Mogro.”RiotThe eldest, proud and reckless. Had inherited Snake’s venomous tongue, Aria’s temper, and Doom’s terrifying stare.Rena and Reni (the twins)Tricksters. Could confuse entire battalions. No one knew who was who. Not even Snake.FoeA silent child who could paralyze a grown liroid with one look. Glass swore F

The Founding Laws of the New EmpireWhen Snake was crowned, the valley fell silent as he stepped onto the obsidian dais.He raised his serpent-twined staff, crafted by Rebellion and blessed by Cirax, and spoke:“No empire stands on blood alone. We will build this one on balance.”Thus began the Laws of Second:Liroid PrinciplesHonor before fear.Family before power.Every child, liroid or mortal, was protected by sacred decree.Any god or liroid who raised arms unjustly would face the Circle of Roots.Mogro PrinciplesSnake kept the good mogro laws:Equal justice regardless of race or bloodline.Trial by truth stone.Mercy granted to the repentant.New LawsThen Snake added his own:No throne may be taken by force again, only chosen by the Council.Sons and daughters of Tan may never claim dominion over any realm.A king must have advisors from all three worlds: liroid, god, and mortal.The Goddess Evilside has full authority over the realms of death, rebirth, and balance.Dendra has

The Condition: “Snake must marry first.”Evilside crossed her arms, staring down Dendra, Cirax, and half the gods.“Unless my son is married…or at least betrothed…I’m not taking a single wedding step.”Dendra nearly fainted.“EYELA, PLEASE.”“No. Snake must marry. Otherwise, your harem will riot.”Cirax smirked.“Well, she’s right.”Snake rubbed his eyes.“I literally just came back from death….Can I breathe?”“No,” Evilside and Dendra said at the same time. Dendra bullying Snake into courting Aria.Dendra grabbed Snake by the collar.“Listen here…if I do not get my wedding, I will hang you and Aria from the same tree for delaying me.”Snake shoved him off.“WHAT DID I DO?!”“You exist,” Dendra growled.“And your mother refuses to wed me unless you’re off the market.”Snake groaned.“I hate this family.”Dragon patted him on the back.“Love, my friend. This is love.” Snake meets Aria and regrets everything.Aria was sharpening her blade when Snake approached.She didn’t look up.“Yo

The City of Second stood quiet again, not with fear this time, but with solemn respect.The gods gathered around the pyres erected at the far edge of the valley, where the flames burned blue and gold: the colors of endings.Tan’s wives, children, and favored kin, those who had stood with him in cruelty and refused peace, were laid upon separate platforms.Even the gods who had killed them now stood beside the bodies, silent, heads bowed.Day was the first to speak.“Death is not punishment,” she said.“It is a return. May their souls heal beyond the veil.”Harp stepped forward next, plucking one sorrowful note on his celestial lyre.The sound echoed across the valley, vibrating through every bone, stirring memories and regrets.Delia approached Tan and Felt’s joined bodies.She placed a single flower, the silver bloom of Dren, symbol of release, upon Felt’s chest.“Sister,” she whispered, “at last your suffering is over.”Then she looked at Tan.“You could have chosen love. But now yo

The battlefield was quiet.Too quiet.Only the faint echo of Tan’s last scream drifted through the air, dissolving into ash alongside the tyrant god who had ruled through fear for centuries.Gods and Liroids alike stood frozen, staring at the crater where Tan once stood.Then a soft voice broke the silence.Felt Tan’s First Wife Walks ForwardFelt, mother of Iswa, Tan’s first wife, and the woman who suffered the worst of his cruelty, stepped toward the fallen body of her former husband.Her steps were slow, steady.Unburdened.She lowered herself beside the corpse and gently touched his cold cheek.Her voice was soft as a dying breeze:“Thank you… for finally giving him peace.”She leaned down and kissed his forehead.“Now I can rest too.”Without another word, she lifted Tan’s sword, the symbol of his pride, his cruelty, his legacy.In one graceful motion…She plunged the blade into her own chest.Gasps erupted everywhere.Felt fell forward, collapsing on Tan’s chest, her lifeless bo

This story was never meant to end cleanly.It was written as a living world, one where gods grow tired, children inherit wars they did not start, and love is never separate from power. Every bond you’ve read between siblings, lovers, parents, rulers, and gods exists under pressure, and it is that pressure that shapes who survives, who bends, and who breaks.Evilside’s sleep is not an absence; it is a test. What happens when guidance fades, and choice remains? What happens when those raised in shadow must decide for themselves what kind of light they will carry?I wanted to explore love not as softness, but as resistance. Glass choosing her children over tradition. Mist choosing honesty over comfort. Bran choosing heart over crown. Passion choosing endurance. Even the gods, in their own flawed ways, choosing control because they fear change.This is not a tale of heroes and villains; it is a story of consequences. Of old wounds echoing through new generations. Of power inherited, refuse

The world did not notice when Evilside slept.The winds still crossed the Norm Lands, merchants still argued in Bron’s markets, and the sea still roared against its cliffs as though nothing ancient had withdrawn its gaze. Yet those who were born of roots, blood, moonlight, and old fire felt it, a subtle thinning, like a breath held too long.Heartless stood alone long after the roots had gone still.Without Evilside’s voice, the air felt heavier, quieter. Responsibility settled on her shoulders not as a crown, but as a shroud. She turned from the great tree at last, robes whispering against stone, already sorting through reports in her mind; monsters in the high seas. Gods whispering bargains. Kings pretending to be saviors. Love tangling itself into politics as it always did.You can handle everything, her mother had said.Heartless intended to prove her right.Far from Doomsany, the sea darkened.The harbor of Bron faded behind Snake and Dragon as Tide Liroid guided their vessel int

Evilside’s roots carried reports from every corner of the world. As the old saying goes, Evilside knows all.At last, the ancient presence spoke.“I will need to sleep,” she said, her voice echoing through bark and bone. “For a few hundred years.”Heartless stiffened. “We will need you.”A low, knowing warmth passed through the roots. “I trust you, my child. You can carry this world. And you have Irinrod beside you.”Heartless allowed herself a small smile. “And Darkside. Death. Moon. Blood.”“All the Elders may guide you,” Evilside replied, her tone fading into something distant and vast. “But I will wake only when it truly matters.”Heartless stepped closer. “I will miss your counsel, Mother.”The great tree seemed to smile, its roots slowly recoiling, withdrawing into the depths.“So will I, Hakaya. My pride.”Heartless placed her hand against the ancient bark, lifting her gaze to the towering branches above.“Until another time, Mother.”The chamber dimmed as Evilside withdrew int

The wind shifted again, soft at first, then sharp enough to make the leaves hiss.Scream was the first to look up. “That wasn’t natural.”Glass followed her gaze. The light between the branches dimmed, roots along the garden walls tightening as if the estate itself had drawn a breath. “No,” she said quietly. “That was awareness.”Pattern rose to his feet at once. “Evilside?”Snake nodded. “Not directly. But she felt us gathering strength. She always does.”Dragon folded the maps and slid them into his coat. “Then we don’t linger.”As if summoned by the words, Lake approached from the far path, his silver hair catching the fading sun. “Father,” he said, calm but alert, “the wards on the eastern ridge just flexed. Nothing breached them, but something tested them.”Pattern’s jaw tightened. “That confirms it.”Glass touched Lake’s cheek briefly. “Go find your sisters. Keep them close.”Lake bowed his head. “Already done.”Cir exhaled slowly. “The veil really is thinning, isn’t it?”Scream

They settled in the garden as dusk stretched long shadows across the stone paths. Wind bells chimed softly, and the scent of night-blooming roots drifted through the air.Scream broke the silence first. “Dark said you hurt her.”Cir sighed, folding his hands. “And by that, she means you told her a truth she didn’t want to hear.”Snake didn’t flinch. “She gave me no choice.”Scream nodded slowly. “I understand. She still lacks respect for the Goddess… and the elders.”“Beroot says it’s fine,” Dragon added, “but Dark keeps that wall up.”“In this family,” Dragon continued, voice firm, “Irinrod has the right to question everything even when she’s wrong. But this time…” He exhaled. “I believe it will end well.”Pattern inclined his head. “I hope so.”Scream turned to him, her eyes soft behind the veil. “Thank you, Pattern, for offering us refuge. I needed it. Helping Dark rule Doomsany is exhausting.” Her gaze drifted to Game. “And I lost time with my baby. She’s grown so close to her fat

The next morning unfolded quietly, the estate softened by birdsong and drifting petals. The children had scattered early: Mist to the city with Bran, Core to sparring practice, Echo chasing servants with laughter, and Lake already deep in study.Glass walked the gardens with Snake, fingers brushing the leaves as though committing the moment to memory. Sunlight filtered through the high vines, casting patterns over the stone paths.“How are you today?” Snake asked at last.Glass smiled, slow and genuine. “Better than I imagined I would be.”Snake nodded. “Pattern doesn’t let a problem sleep. He prefers to wrestle it into submission.”She laughed softly. “That he does. Always his way, but somehow it works.”Snake glanced at her. “I’m glad you’re happy, Glass. After everything you went through with Mother… you deserve peace.”Glass exhaled, the sound carrying old weight. “I’ve grown out of it. I can’t be in the same room with her, not yet, but I’ve learned how to breathe around the absen