richard_rick

FANTASY, ROMANCE & SCI-FI (FRS)
A series of interconnected stories of diverse arc.

In a world where stars fall in love and shadows remember your name, "Fantasy, Romance and Sci-Fi" unfolds like a dream stitched from a thousand realities.

These are stories born where magic meets machine—where sorcerers send love letters across time loops, and dying AIs whisper lullabies into black holes. In one tale, a time-traveler crashes into a kingdom ruled by prophecy and passion. 

In another, a warrior queen strikes a truce with a cosmic being whose heartbeat sounds like the song she’s heard since childhood.

Across dimensions and destinies, love takes many forms—aching, violent, tender, impossible. Some connections are fragile as memory. 

Others are carved into the bones of the universe.

Here, Gods fall. Lovers rise. Realities blur.

Each story burns with its own fire—some gentle and warm, others wild enough to consume the stars.

Because when fantasy dreams of the future, and science dares to feel, the result is never ordinary.

It's myth. It's madness. It's love rewritten across stars.
It's everything.



NOTE:
THIS NOVEL IS FOR BOTH MALES AND FEMALES

Fantasy, Romance & Sci-fi (FRS)

They said grief makes fools of witches.

That once you open the door between life and death, you don't get to choose what walks through it.

I left his blade in the earth, upright and untouched. A marker. A promise. His name, carved into stone with my own blood.

It still hurts to say it out loud.

He'd told me once — on a night when our bodies were more tangled than our souls — that love was a spell no one survives.

There's an old ritual. Forbidden, buried beneath ash and war.

And you need to offer something of equal worth.

I had the ashes from the clothes he died in. I had the blood. Mine. His. Mixed in the soil where we kissed last.

Was anything I wasn't willing to give.

I cast the circle beneath the lunar eclipse. Naked. Shaking.

The air turned cold. The trees held their breath.

Then again, louder, until my throat was raw and the magic cracked the sky open.

And then… something stepped through.

It was a shape. Tall. Shadowed. Covered in smoke.

His chest, once still, moved with effort. Slow. Painful.

"Lucien," I whispered, crawling to him, tears burning down my cheeks.

His mouth opened, but no words came. Just a sound — rough and desperate.

He trembled in my arms like he was being reborn one cell at a time.

"I brought you back," I cried against his lips.

Like a storm that had waited too long to touch land.

He slammed me to the altar stones, mouth hungry, hands shaking as they ripped into my hair, my thighs, my hips. I arched beneath him, sobbing into his shoulder as he entered me — no words, no warning, just raw need.

Every thrust carved him deeper back into the world. Every moan from my throat pulled his soul tighter into his body.

I cried out his name. Over. And over.

He came with a growl, like something feral leaving his lungs, his hands digging into me like he was afraid he'd disappear again.

Afterward, we lay together on the cold stone.

He stared at the stars like he didn't recognize them.

I held him, and I whispered, "You're safe now."

And I had known the cost before I began.

Into the places between death and memory.

I searched everywhere. Called him with every binding spell. Every trace of magic we'd ever shared.

Only the echo of his breath on my skin and the phantom ache between my legs where he once lived like fire.

I burned the altar. I broke the stones.

And I whispered one last truth into the flames:

"I loved you enough to defy death."

"But I don't know if you loved me enough to stay."

If you ever return, I'll be waiting.

And I already lost everything once.

Ashes, Reborn