The Casalyians are a noble race, maintaining the isolation their mechanical city in the sky affords them. Their abilities and wisdom exceed those of the humans.

But sixteen-year-old Creed Angelus has applied to the Council of for permission to visit with the Humans. His goal is clear and attainable, study the humans to see if his race could live with them.

But some stand in his way. The very same council members who permitted him are now targeting him. Finding offense in his unlikely heritage, they will pursue any avenue to destroy Creed.

His half-brother, Vincent, remains loyal and protective of his younger brother while pursuing his mission, the mysterious disappearance of his young wife.

Falling Darkness follows the quests of Creed and Vincent, their conflicts in Casalynn, bonding encounters with the humans, and subsequent battles with the Nards, sub-monsters dwelling underground.

Spiral of Event Segment 

The rescue of Creed is underway. Ashley has returned.

Crystal finds a new strength. Old lovers reunite. The villains succeed for a short moment. The curse of the nards is slowly being broken.

Gilded Age- A war comes to the three races. Can they win when cultures are clashing? Creed takes a more behind-the-scenes approach. Terrance is required to work. The notions they have shaped in the last two years are under threat. Trigger warnings for uncomfortable subjects 

A Branded Hope- A journey through a vast open world, a valley full of the unknown–can the group who left Elias survive?

Will Terrence and Crystal blossom? What will they find? What of Sue's and

Creed's relationship? What of the bonds that Sue develops?

What about the state of Elias and their inhabitants?

The Sar'an are bound to return. Who will strike first?

A journey full of bonding, a group who sings Creed's praises–it all leads to a country full of corruption with an evil leader. Trigger warnings

The Falling Darkness Series

 Creed raised an eyebrow. “Of course you would say something so obtuse,” Creed mumbled. 


“Perhaps I am feeling cryptic.” Vincent laid back down, raised an arm, bent it over his eyes, and lowered it. He relaxed under the weight covering his eyes. 


Creed leaned forward and huffed, “That was not very cryptic. I can’t believe I knocked you out. Move over.” Vincent scooched over a small amount. Creed set on the edge of the cot. 


Creed glanced toward the ceiling of the tent. His brow wrinkled, his eyebrows tilted up. “Things changed. These scenarios were never in my imagination. He tilted his head down and a small frown rested on his face. Creed closed his eyes for a moment. “I never thought Casalynn would fall or that I would represent a failed unity in Elias. Now this situation where this group admires me.” Creed’s shoulders sagged. “What's the future of this? What's the aim?” 


Branded Hope: Branded