LIROIDS: SNAKE

AUTHOR’S NOTE

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 victory carried weight. Old sins cast long shadows, and even after the final battle, one surviving heir, Ton, rose from the earth to remind the world that peace is never permanent. That even in triumph, danger sleeps beneath the soil.

This saga was never meant to be a clean tale of good versus evil.

It was about cycles of love, vengeance, rebirth, and choice.

It was about how:

Loyalty can save or destroy a kingdom.

Grief can twist a god into a tyrant.

Love, chosen freely and fiercely, can rebuild everything.

Family, found or born, is both a curse and a blessing.

And peace, no matter how dearly won, is only ever borrowed.

Writing this world was a journey through war-torn valleys, ancient curses, echoing crypts, divine halls, and the quietest moments between two people learning to trust again. I wrote every chapter with the hope that the characters felt alive enough for you to miss them when they left a scene, and to welcome them back with the same breathless anticipation the people of their world had.

Thank you for walking beside them.

For laughing with their chaos.

For grieving their losses.

For cheering their victories.

For holding on even when the world seemed too dark for them to survive it.

This is not the end of their story, but only the end of one era.

The rise of Ton marks the beginning of another.

A new threat.

A new generation.

A new age of liroids and gods whose fates are still unwritten.

And when the next book begins, the world will remember one truth:

History never stays buried.

It claws its way back, and heroes must rise again.

SKRACPP