IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

Serenica went into the waves and dived. Under the surface, she heard a scream that made her dead body freeze.

Thinking immediately that the ferryman was bullying some poor girl on the shore, she jumped back up and found herself not in the ocean of the afterlife, but on a wooden table in a room illuminated by a corpse candle. The scream was her own. She was hurting all over. It was much like waking up from a fever dream, her limbs aching and her heart racing.

A man was looking at her, chuckling. He wore the dramatic uniform of the Order. What little could be seen from him was dark and handsome.

Serenica waited for her breathing to get even again.

"I suppose I have a right to ask where the hell I am right now and what the hell has just happened, don't I?" she asked.

"You do have a right. Damn, I waited for a whole week. You just wouldn't die, even after taking that much poison into your veins."

The Living World