Fate is always moving. Inching closer to an ending. And for our story the eleventh hour is at hand. The clock, ticking towards an inevitability. A war. The final war…

Nearly every civilization has told stories of visitors in the night. Seductive figures appearing sometimes in dreams. Unseen presences lingering at the periphery of sleep…

For most people, a child is a promise. A chance to pass along a piece of themselves that’ll endure long after they’re gone. Leaving a mark upon the world, carrying their hopes, dreams…

For as long as he could remember, Kirby felt like something was missing from his life. Now, hundreds of miles from home, standing beneath the shadow of Devil's Tower in Wyoming…

The power coursing through Kasson was immense. Though the title Behemoth conjured images of some hulking monstrosity, the name spoke less to his form than to what he’d become.

Ever since he was a young boy, Joseph Frost dreamed of wielding real magic. He grew up watching his father's parlor act with wonder. In his twenties, he joined the Order of Wormwood…

Some memories fade. Others linger like ghosts, leaving deep, haunted scars not easily exorcised...For Bess Bishop, every time it rained, her mind was plagued by a storm-ridden night back in 1963.

How do you untangle the twisted history of an ancient bloodline to someone who’s spent a lifetime searching for the truth about themselves?

The Rooted Ones gathered around Bess Bishop in silence. Each remembering back. They were a tribe of shamanistic exiles. Venturing into new lands, encountering storms…

Sara Ivy hadn’t heard from Uti in two days. That was unlike him. No matter the distance between them, he always checked in. His final message was brief. He'd found the Light-Bearer, Bess Bishop…

The disappearance of Herakles sent a shockwave among those fighting for the Light.

Loss has a way of changing shape over time. At first it arrives as grief, sharp and immediate, leaving behind a wound refusing to close. But if left to linger long enough, that grief hardens.

We often mistake immortality for invincibility, imagining a life without end to be a life beyond decay. Yet eternity offers no such bargain.

It After 1984, to the world at large, Broderick Zayne simply vanished. Following years of isolation on the Nebraska plains, the collapse of the Church of the Seven Angels…

The Abyss is a place where logic doesn’t exist. A vast, lightless expanse where nothing can be trusted…

At the dawn of 2020 shadows grew longer. Darkness cast a deeper well. Whether we recognized it or not, life entered a more complicated, more malignant age.

In the Last Valley, Joseph Frost stood at the fulcrum of creation, forcing two worlds towards one another. The work of the Spellbinder wasn’t just opening a gateway.

The destruction of the Abyss by Banerjee, Aolani and the others had reduced the Dark Legions to only a fraction of its intended strength...leveling the battlefield for mankind. 

All eyes turned to the chrysalis holding whatever Kasson was turning into. The metamorphosis to the Tenth State of demonhood was nearing its end…