Subtlemagic Stories

Steven didn't ask to become extraordinary. He asked for a quiet life, decent coffee, and not to lose the people he cares about. When magic, monsters, and ancient rules collide with everyday life, Steven chooses restraint over spectacle and love over guarantees. Alongside Pixel - a genie who refuses to be a safety net - he navigates a world where power doesn't solve everything, and surviving intact is its own kind of victory. A grounded urban fantasy about choice, consequence, and what comes after everything breaks.

Yeah, so I (Pulse) saw a picture on Pinterst that embodied what I hope for my future. This lady lives alone in a castle, with her cats and a £91 million fortune. So I sent it to the others and they just said that they'd break in and live there unofficially. That resulted in a couple of random ideas on what would happen if one of us were to actually somehow have $100 million and buy a castle and live there with our cats. This is a by product of that conversation. Have fun.

Two strangers, unknowingly connected by an incident in the past, keep crossing paths in the most unexpected places. Each meeting brings them closer not just to each other, but also to the truth about a shared fate written long before they ever met.

Rowan Hawthorne came to the valley because it did not ask questions. He builds a life where storms arrive whole and the land remembers every footstep. When Elowen appears-barefoot, watchful, carrying knowledge older than names-the valley begins to recognize them as its own. But the land does not only grow. It holds. Boundaries lie buried beneath the soil, keeping something contained....and something else from getting in. As Rowan and Elowen root themselves deeper into the valley, that balance begins to shift. And beyond the hills, something patient has already taken notice. Hawthorne Valley is a slow-burn, mythic saga told across generations where magic is subtle, love is chosen daily, and what is protected cannot remain hidden forever.

Late Son Sequel to Pixel Steven wakes beneath the world, sealed behind a door designed not to imprison-but to erase. What he finds there is not a weapon or a threat, but a person the system chose to forget. Iria was removed quietly. Not for violence. Not for forbidden power. But for following responsibility too far-asking who made decisions, and who paid for them. When punishment would have drawn attention, obscurity was chosen instead. Steven does not rescue her in spectacle or flame. He offers something rarer: honesty, restraint, and time. Together, they step into a village small enough to be overlooked and choose to stay. Not as heroes. Not as saviours. But as people who notice things early-before problems harden into disasters, before help becomes a story that draws the wrong kind of attention. Late Son is a quiet fantasy about systems that fail politely, power that refuses spectacle, and the cost of staying when walking away would be easier. It follows a man who has already lived a miracle, and now measures his life by what he prevents rather than what he conquers. This is a story about stability as an act of courage-and about what it means to help without being seen.

Walking Without Leading is a quiet, grounded sequel to Late Son, following Steven after the world has already decided what kind of man it thinks he is. On the road, Steven encounters a young group of travellers early in their journey - capable, confident, and certain that momentum itself is a form of virtue. He does not take charge. He does not offer direction. Instead, he walks alongside them, saying little, watching closely, and intervening only when harm becomes unavoidable. As the miles pass, the group begins to realise that influence does not always announce itself, and that being seen can be as powerful as being led. This is a story about restraint, responsibility, and the uneasy space between action and consequence. Walking Without Leading explores what happens when problems are not solved cleanly, when heroism is measured in what lasts rather than what impresses, and when growth comes not from answers given - but from questions left open.

Last year, I decided to write a bouquet of cozy fantasy short stories about plant people. It started as a way for me to explore and improve my writing, but also to hopefully create fantasy worlds full of wonder and adventure. The first tale introduces us to Gold Mary who tends to the Sunken garden. She serves a large plant community by finding them plots and nourishing them all. For the Garden is the body, and the plants are the soul. In the larger picture, we will meet more sentient plant people that inhabit other gardens in this forever growing world. Hope you like it! The story will resume next with "Lawn Dad," which follows Gold Mary's father.

What if the greatest love of your life was someone you never met? Elias Wira sits alone in a quiet café on the anniversary of something he can't quite name. Across timelines and memories that feel more like dreams, he is haunted by the sense that he missed something-or someone-important. In another corner of the city, Aria searches for answers to strange phenomena called "emotional echoes"-fragments of lives never lived, loves never begun, yet deeply felt. When a series of near-encounters and impossible feelings draw them together, Elias and Aria find themselves unraveling a story that defies time, memory, and fate. But some choices echo louder than others. And some moments-no matter how fleeting-can change everything. Somewhere Between Goodbye and Forever is a quietly haunting exploration of regret, alternate timelines, and the courage to love, even when nothing is certain. For readers who believe that even missed chances can leave a mark on the soul.