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War of the Gods: Xander's Story

Stryx
Xander—sometimes Xerena—isn’t your typical fae. Born of Spring Courts seduction and Winter Courts shadows, they’re a shapeshifter with only four forms: male, female, wolf, and doe. Limited? Maybe. Dangerous? Absolutely. With a heritage steeped in elemental ice and fae illusion, and a gender that shifts as fluidly as their magic, Xander has always lived between worlds. But in a reality where all mythologies are real, “between” isn’t safe anymore. The gods have declared war on mortals. Not just humans—anyone who isn’t divine. Vampires, werewolves, fae: are all targets in a global genocide fueled by divine pride and ancient grudges. ~ Hello everyone This is a story that has been rattling around in my head for the last couple of years. I have been contemplating writing it for awhile now, but as I have no experience in creative writing I was a touch nervous. Now I decided to "bite the bullet" and put out a chapter to see if how it is received. I would like opinions and critiques, so I can get better at writing. Due to not having the money to hire an editor I decided to use Chatgpt to assist in editing my writing to look for spelling and punctuation errors. If you see any glaring issues please let me know, I have never been great at editing. I haven't decided on an upload schedule yet, but I will play it by ear. I want to make this story as good as I possibly can so if I have to take extra time to rewrite chapters to make sure they fit my style of writing and make sure there are no errors I will do so. If I decide to keep this going this story will likely end up turning into a series of 6 books following the "commanders" of the mortal army. I have the first 3 completely planned out on many sticky notes so it's just a matter of writing it all. Anyway I hope you enjoy Thanks ~ Stryx
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Crown of Thorns and Roses.

Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.
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