Shadowgast

by kfnye98

How a cafe in Rexxentrum ends up being the home of several romances.

by thebest_medicine

Jester needs stocks. She deserves to have them.

by rnelody

Ever since you were very little, Dad has told you stories. Stories of heroism, of adventure and friendship and love. Stories of the Mighty Nein.You know they’re not real, because only you and Dad are real. It’s you, and Dad, in Room, and that’s all there is. (It starts like this: Essek Thelyss meets

by dawl_and_dapple

Caleb moves closer into his space and holds his shivering arms tightly, and rubs some warmth into his shoulders. “Essek, you can feel it, can’t you?”Caleb noticed it as he left the cottage, once he consciously felt for the sensation. Or rather, a lack thereof. Typically, magic rushes around him like

by AngrySaltLamp

A month after arriving at The Blooming Grove Funeral Home, Bren is finding his rhythm. When circumstances lead him to have a personal conversation with the drow he's been befriending the last couple of weeks, Bren discovers there is a lot more to being dead than he initially thought. With Bren's hel

by ArtificialHaunting

After Caleb and Essek have their first real fight, Beau offers Caleb a safe solo research trip. It seems like the perfect way to distract himself from a house and a life that seems bent on reminding him of what is absent. Only, it turns out the trip is neither solo nor safe, as one Seth Domade was a

by GrellSutcliff

The war between the Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty finally comes to an end.Peace, as delicate and tentative as it is, has been brokered and discussed.Professor, turned Warmage, Caleb Widogast would be wed, as a political symbol, of the effort being made to extend that peace towards the Dynas

by JPlash

Caleb should go back inside. Caleb should stand up, go back inside, and forget that he saw anything curled up in the filthy alleyway behind his building. Stay out of trouble. Things die all the time. When he lays two fingers at the vampire’s neck, its skin is chill as the wet cobblestones. He can ju

by unintelligiblescreaming

“It is Kryn spellcraft. Evil stuff, I’m afraid,” Ikithon tells Bren’s parents, dripping with sympathy. “One of them must have bound your son’s soul to theirs. Injuries and other ailments are transmitted through the bond. But don’t worry. We know how to take care of cases like his, here at Soltryce.”

by atlasarcana

THELYSS: I think I could have floated beside him in stasis forever, ignoring the obvious. Once he offered the precise object of my desire, which I had been concealing from even myself, I panicked. INTERVIEWER: And what did you say to him? THELYSS: We fought about it. We had to. In the Nein, it is pr

by Vvenus

Essek came to the shelter simply hoping to be able to breathe again. He doesn't dream at being healed or reintroduced to society as if nothing happened. He just wants to be able to get through a whole day without worrying about a panic attack or nightmares plaguing his sleep, without recoiling from

by GrellSutcliff

Bren had heard the whispers and mutterings for a very long time. Once puberty hit, that night, the voice started in his head, in a language he had no idea to understand. But Bren knew exactly what the voice was though, as his parents had been so excited to reassure the young man about it. That was t

by neverthelessthesun

Deirta Thelyss may not have been of den Kryn, but she was about as close as one could get without climbing back into the Luxon and trying again. She had been consecuted eight hundred years ago, and was nearly as old as Leylas herself, or so they say. The Light had shone upon her and granted her, fin

by MissWekfild

When a sealed box appears in Essek of den Thelyss’ office, containing a script. the acclaimed director and producer of Moonlight Productions finds a new story to tell. In search of authenticity, he turns to Dr. Caleb Widogast, a newly appointed professor of modern history whose research focuses on s

by Vvenus

Their first date happened by chance. The second is planned with hope and trepidation. By the third, they are both sure of one thing: running away from this would spell regret, even if the urge to do so keeps coming up the closer they grow together.And that is before they stumble upon parts of each o

by Lise

A problem shaped like seven unexpected mercenaries carrying one of the priceless artifacts he stole arrives on Essek's doorstep, but he can handle it. Is handling it. Will be able to handle it, at some point, if he can figure out how to avoid them killing him first.(Or: time looping your way into a

by Dancer612

Caleb Widogast is escorted into the Kryn Dynasty by Trent Ikithon with no explanation and no orders beyond obedience.He expects a mission. Instead, he is presented to the Bright Queen as an offering.Bound by treaty, Caleb is placed under the authority of Essek Thelyss—not as a prisoner, but not as a

by Dancer612

In a world where soulmarks appear as magical script written in the language of one’s soulmate, Caleb Widogast wakes to find drow glyphs etched into his skin—ink-dark, unfamiliar, and impossible to ignore. Across the border of empire and dynasty, Essek Thelyss bears a matching mark in harsh Zemnian s

by Dancer612

Caleb can’t sleep. Not with the scars. Not with the itch. Not with the memories. Not with Trent Ikithon still living somewhere in his head. One night, he finds a Twitch stream. The man behind the screen name ‘LogicalGhost’ is calm, brilliant, and impossible to look away from—playing horror games lik

by A_Random_Being

“All right, next stop, Cognouza!” Leaving Catha behind, Essek turned to look out into the beautiful sight that was the Astral sea, looking for familiar constellations and what he saw next was Ruidius coming closer towards them. Staring down at the red surface of Ruidius was an ocean. An entire crims