Novels by SKRACPP

Irinrod approached Dark, who had just entered the hall. She was clearly tired from the long ride here, but Lady Irin could not wait long.Irinrod said, whispering something to Dark that clearly provoked her, and Snake watched from his corn. He knew his sister too well; she would not sit back for this. Her respect for the elders was on a short leash; everyone knew that.Everyone was still eating when the hall answered to Dark’s fury. The only thing to get her so worked up was when it had to do with her husband, King Beroot.“It better not be or else she would raise hell,” Dragon spoke in fear for dark.Darkside Quickly stood, “I need to do something before she does anything stupid.”It was too late, “You Liroids and your petty laws that only benefit one person.”Irinrod looked at her, “You'd better respect yourself, Dark.”Dark stood toe to toe with her and spat, “You must finish what you started, My LADY.”Her sarcasm did not sit well with Irinrod. Evilside arose and asked, “What seem

Evilside’s fingers tightened briefly around Snake’s wrist before she released him, her expression smoothing into something unreadable as she returned to the noise of the great hall. Snake lingered on the balcony a moment longer, breathing in the scent of sap and old stone, then followed her back inside.The hall roared with layered conversation, elders debating in low, dangerous tones, generals laughing too loudly, priests murmuring blessings over steaming bowls of root stew. Cellok was never quiet when the high ranks gathered; too many histories shared the same air.Snake returned to Darkside’s side. Blood had rejoined them as well, rubbing his ear where Moon, his mother, had tugged it mercilessly.“She enjoys humiliating me,” Blood muttered.Darkside smirked. “She enjoys reminding you that you’re still her child.”Blood glanced across the hall. “I’m surrounded by grandmothers. It’s a tactical nightmare.”Snake’s eyes drifted again, inevitably, to Doom.She sat stiffly at a side tabl

Blood did not waste time.By dawn the next day, Snake and Dragon were already in the lower training grounds of Cellok, an open, stone-ringed expanse where the air smelled of iron, sap, and old magic. Runes etched into the floor muted destructive force; nothing truly died here unless Evilside willed it.Blood rolled his shoulders and drew twin blades that gleamed like wet rubies. “Assassin plays,” he announced, “not killing. You’re rusty.”Dragon scoffed. “I killed a council of accountants three weeks ago.”“And I wiped a cult two nights before that,” Snake added mildly.Blood smiled wider. “Exactly. You’re rusty.”They took positions. Snake moved first, quiet, fluid, his presence thinning until even the shadows seemed uncertain of him. Dragon countered with brute precision, controlled violence, every strike measured to end a life without wasting motion.Blood slipped between them like smoke.“Too direct,” he told Dragon, tapping his wrist with the flat of his blade. “You’re thinking l

Darkside’s study was quiet after the doors closed, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears. The wards shimmered once and settled, sealing them away from the rest of the palace, and from Evilside’s listening.Darkside exhaled slowly and leaned back against her desk, arms folded. The fury she had worn moments earlier softened into something sharper and far more dangerous.“You really have no sense of self-preservation,” she said at last, eyes fixed on Snake. “Sneaking Trina through Mellow City during a purge? Do you know how close grandmother was to tearing the sky open over it?”Snake inclined his head. “I know.”“No,” she snapped, pushing off the desk and pacing, “you don’t. Knowing means fear, and fear means you wouldn’t have done it.”Dragon cleared his throat lightly. “For what it’s worth, she was already back in Kindraloy before we left Mellow City. Alive. Breathing. Annoyed with Snake, actually.”Darkside stopped pacing and pinched the bridge of her nose. “That does not c

The morning came quietly, as though the world itself knew better than to rush them.Mist still clung to the edges of the estate when Snake stepped into the courtyard, fastening the last clasp of his traveling armor. The metal was dark and worn, etched faintly with old Liroid sigils: protection, restraint, balance. He had worn it for centuries, yet every time he prepared for a mission, it felt heavier, as though memory itself had weight.Dragon was already there, leaning against a pillar with a cup of root wine in hand, far too relaxed for someone about to ride back into blood and shadow.“You look like you’re attending your own funeral,” Dragon said, eyeing him over the rim. “Smile a little. Cellok has missed us.”Snake snorted softly. “Cellok only ever misses the mess we leave behind.”Dragon grinned. “Exactly.”Behind them, the estate stirred awake. Servants crossed the courtyard with bundles and baskets, murmuring farewells. Drown was already gone; she had left before dawn, unable

By the time everyone returned to the estate, the long table was already cleared of bones and empty platters, the scent of roasted meat and herbs still clinging to the air. Servants whispered openly now, disbelief replacing formality.“No one is going to say it?” one finally blurted.Snake leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and said dryly, “Rage is a very good teacher.”Feature regarded Dragon with open surprise, then nodded once. “Your wife has trained you well.”Farrow waved a hand dismissively, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Trained? More like terrorised him into competence.”Dragon accepted the praise with infuriating calm. “These skills are what kept Serpent and me well fed on our journeys.”Snake shook his head slowly. “I leave you alone for a few centuries, and this is what happens.”Drown stood, brushing ash from her hands. “My work here is done. I must return to Scroden…my family misses me. Heat has been worried.”Snake snorted softly. “Heat Liroid is many things, but a

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