If Walls Could Talk

Collection of Shorts

Since some of these are prequel stories, do you need to read them first? Not at all! The material in this collection will not hold any answers to novel secrets. Some might even find their ways into later books, but that's ok because you saw it here first! Also, you might end up reading spoilers, idk yet.

Good luck reader~

*These are unedited snippets. They are unrefined and what is considered first draft material

Snippets: Press

After The Fall

Mikhail

Mikhail had lurked around an Anunnaki Estate for years before his friends convinced him to inhabit it. They were safe houses used by angels on missions that kept them from Kiri for long periods of time. This led the Seriphs to know where to find him when a lost gumiho needed to be assigned assistance.

Fae Lights

Xullbryn

Autumn had left its mark as Samhain was merely hours away. Xullbryn had been spending time in Caelus De Veneficia to prepare for the flux of people as most wytches crossed over to celebrate their ancestors when the veil between was thinnest. She made her way to her family’s tomb, cleaning and setting up candles as she went.

Job Well Done

Daigua

“How did the job go?” Chisanu Binnya asked as though he thought nothing of the inappropriateness of discussing such a topic in the current situation. He entered my circle of deflection, finding refuge from the fierce downpour of rain, and steam rose on all sides to shroud us.

Meeting Raine

Sua

Sua stared at her mother with wide ember eyes as her parents came home from the hospital. Fire bristled at the tips of her hair, her excitement escaping her as she was finally an older sister. Sua had been the baby of the family for a hundred years, saddened by her siblings growing up and leaving her behind.

Sua's Fire

Terran

The sun was rising in the garden, golden rays filtering through the flowers Kytka planted, keeping the coolness of the area trapped. Peppermint lingered on the morning dew and sandalwood wrapped around the family as Sua tilted her face to the upcoming sun. The heat was softer than ever as gunpowder clung to the receding night.