If you’re looking for a dark, compelling story about love, betrayal, and the fight for your soul, this book is for you.
Meet Maeve, once a loving mother and fairy , whose life is shattered when she is turned into a vampire by Marius. The story follows her journey from desperate mother to a formidable figure entangled in the plots of the rulers of the realms.
What Awaits You: A World Torn by War: The story is set against the backdrop of the devastating Great War, involving all the realms.
A Twisted Love Triangle (and more!): Maeve is the wife of Hunter Marks, who turns on her when she becomes a vampire. She is later given to the mysterious Shadow King (Jonathan) as payment for an undead army, and he is deeply in love with her.
Family Secrets and Betrayal: The narrative delves deep into the complicated Marks family, including Maeve and Hunter’s son, Alexander, and their grandson, Matthew. Hidden dangers lurk, including the mad king Julian Fairchild and the secrets surrounding Matthew and Maurelle’s son, Shawn (Justin).
Darkness vs. Light: Maeve struggles with the monster she has become and the persistent light of her former self, especially in her connection to Hunter and her children. She amasses her own army of forgotten souls, led by her trusted friend, General Maxwell Lincoln.
Will Maeve succumb to the darkness or reclaim the light and her family? Which side will win? You’ll have to read to find out! #TheShadowRealmChronicles #Maeve #NancyAnnCreed #VampireFantasy #DarkFantasy #FantasyBooks #ParanormalRomance #Fae #UrbanFantasy #MustRead
I lost a friend today, A simple, heavy line That should descend like sorrow’s shroud, A grief for what was mine. I waited for the cutting edge, The sting of sudden pain, But found instead a strange relief, No shadow of a chain.
I should be sad, should mourn the end, The history we knew, Yet in my chest a lightness wakes, Defiant, strong, and new. The truth is stark, the choice is clear, I look upon the past: I am not sorry that it broke, I am simply glad at last.
The severing was not a hush, But clash of will and word, A necessary, cleansing fire Where my own truth was heard. I stood firm in the tempest’s heart, Refused to be denied, And drew a boundary, sharp and deep, With nothing left to hide.
The lesson’s hard, but vital known: Respect must be the core. A friend should cheer the victory, And lift you from the floor. Your champions, they must remain, To hold your spirit high, But when support becomes resentment, The basic contract dies.
When ally turns to critic’s shade, A drain upon your soul, They’ve breached the terms of fundamental trust, And lost their rightful role. The choice is not of cruelty, But self-preserving might, To cast the anchor from the boat, And step back toward the light.
Assess the ones within your ship, As you begin to rise; Not all are rowing for your cause, Some paddle with disguise. Your soaring ambition reveals their truth, Their loyalty gives way, As jealousy’s shadow clips your wings, And clouds your brighter day.
So now I mourn the anchor lost, The friend who pulled me down. The feeling is no sad despair, But freedom’s joyful crown. A paradoxical, weary joy, A wish that bonds would hold, Yet still the weight is wholly gone, A future to unfold.
The boat is lighter now it sails, The struggle set aside. I’m rowing, finally, alone, With nothing left to hide.
📝 The Quiet Count The words escape them, fleeting, quick and slight, A casual “friend,” a breath upon the air. A convenient emblem, shining in the light, But utterly vacant when true burdens bear.
The sun-drenched moments made the title easy, A fashionable accessory for all to don, But in the silence, when the world grew hazy, The fragile tie that held them proved undone.
When the harsh fever gripped me, cold and deep, And a thick curtain of despair descended low, While the wide world was safely fast asleep, The names they boasted felt like phantom snow.
The multitude of vows they’d freely made Were exposed for what they truly were: mere trade. A cruel calculation, bought and then resold, For only the barest fraction cared to call.
A digital whisper, a short text, faint and few, A brief, uncertain spark against the gathering night. The many voices that asserted that they knew Simply vanished, eclipsed by shadows’ might.
My makeshift sickroom was a lonely tomb, And they, the vibrant ghosts who wouldn’t share the gloom. I picture them now, the laughter bright and strong, Their glossy images emblazoned everywhere,
And the harsh, clear truth of where I don’t belong Strikes with the certainty of chilled, vacant air. They spin their narratives, both dazzling and loud, And in their hurried chronicles, a mention flits,
A distant, chilling resonance within the crowd, As my memory into the past slowly transmits. The fast, unforgiving current of their days Sweeps them onward, leaving me a fading haze.
I was a footnote, a forgotten, minor scene, Now pushed aside by brighter, more compelling sheen. The intimacy they claimed was but a lie, A simple piece of scenery they let drift by.
So let the vast machinery of life turn on, Let them find pleasure in their bustling, self-made world. My period of painful self-deception is now gone; The flag of my true solitude has been unfurled.
I’ve met the piercing truth, and there’s no turning back: I am the one who isn’t here, a silent, missing track. I have been edited out, a frame cut from the reel, A ghost inhabiting the spaces where they feel.
And in this quiet haven, this deserted room, Where the walls listen and the shadows softly creep, I sit and learn the texture of my newfound bloom, The quiet dignity the deeply wounded keep.
For in the harsh, raw landscape of this fading light, Where vanity and false pretense cannot remain, I’ve sculpted out a solitary space, pure and white, A quiet harbor safe from any transient pain.
I stand alone, a fact I must completely face, The few dear souls who checked, I hold them close and tight. But for the bulk, the swiftly passing, loud-mouthed race, The thunder of their grand claim is hard to hear in the night.
Their grand pronouncements of unwavering devotion Are stripped of substance, a hollow, mocking notion. The silence speaks louder than their fleeting sound, And in that silence, genuine peace is found.
She was a mother. A wife. A fairy. Then a vampire’s bite turned her into a monster. Her husband betrayed her. Her town tried to burn her alive. Now, she has returned. She’s sealed the town under a dome of darkness, and this time, she won’t be the one who burns.
Check out the first book in my series the Shadow Realm Chronicles. The series is almost done. Two more books to come which are both being edited now! Stay tuned for more! All books are available on Kindle for 3.99 and they are part of Kindle Unlimited! The link is at the bottom of this post.
Many years ago, darkness tore apart the worlds. They called it the Great War, for it was massive and involved all the realms of each world. Enemies on either side grew their armies for battle with heavy casualties. New allies formed out of this bloodshed while old ones crumbled.
The world of the Faye changed forever as their king descended into madness. His name was Julian. He once was a loving ruler, but those times were long gone. The pages written of him now are full of rage, blood, and hatred. Hatred for his children who grew to love others and revolt against him and his rule. Hatred for his wife, who fled with his children and hatred for all the realms that were not under his rule. Julian needed his children because they were powerful. Each one controlled one of the four elements: wind, water, earth, and fire. Even though his children hated what he had become, they remembered the good in him and were perhaps the only ones besides their mother who did.
Marius, the leader of the vampires and Jonathan, the ruler of The Shadow Realm, fought alongside Julian, but they did not trust him. Each of these three men was scheming against each other as they all wanted to come out the victor.
Jonathan had many plans and plots forming in his head, but they all revolved around Maeve. Maeve was a fairy, but she lived in a quiet world. The one world that was protected from the Great War. Jonathan didn’t care what Julian or Marius did as long as it didn’t inter- fere with his plan, but interfering was what they did best. Jonathan had great plans for Maeve and her family, but he knew little of her connections to Julian’s family.
The Great War might have been over, but another one was looming in the distance, and it all began with a lonely mother named Maeve.
I am writing the last book in my series The Shadow Realm Chronicles and I got so excited over one chapter that I wrote this poem. I am so excited for people to read this and see this world I created.
The thrill of the blank page, A canvas unmarred, A world of possibilities Awaiting my pen.
The spark of an idea, A spark that ignites A firestorm of creativity That rages within.
The words flow like water, The thoughts flow like wine, And I am lost in the moment, In the flow of the rhyme.
Time stands still as I write, The world fades away, And I am transported to another place, Another time.
I am the author of my own story, The creator of my own world, And I am filled with excitement At the possibilities.
I am what you call an indie writer which means I publish my own books. I tried to work with a publisher, but it did not go well. I learned a lot from working with them, and from writing over the years.
Now I am writing the last book in my series the Shadow Realm Chronicles and still I do not know how to market the book. It worries me sometimes that I have put all this energy into this project and because of that no one will read it. I recently got a review that was not the best and it made me think. Do I really know how to write? Are my books just crap? I know all writers have people who don’t like their books, and everyone has their own taste, but man that killed me.
I found that when I write, I am less stressed. So that act of writing keeps me grounded and focused. When I am not writing, for any reason, I am more stressed and irritable.
I also like being creative. My books series, I think is fun. It is the story about a family that is cursed and through generations they try and overcome this darkness.
Book 1 The Shadow Realm Chronicles Maeve
Welcome to the Shadow Realm!
Many years ago, darkness tore apart the worlds. They called it the Great War, for it was massive and involved all the realms of all the worlds, save one. Enemies on either side grew their armies for battle with heavy casualties. New allies formed out of this bloodshed while old ones crumbled. The Great War might be over, but another one looms in the distance, and it all begins with a lonely mother named Maeve.
Maeve once was a loving mother and wife, but darkness transforms her into a creature of the night. The Vampire Lord Marius attacked her and turned into a vampire. Her husband, Hunter, fled with her infant son, fearing the monster she would become. Now she is a pawn being used by Marius and The Shadow King who wants to make her his dark Queen. How can she get back to her son and the family she left behind? Will she succumb to the darkness or fight for her son? Will she ever be able to forgive Hunter for leaving her to the mercy of Marius and the Shadow King?
Travel to the Shadow Realm, hear spellbinding tales, meet magical creatures, and join Maeve in the quest to save her soul.
Book 2 The Shadow Realm Chronicles Matthew
Return to the Shadow Realm!
Matthew, Maeve’s grandson, is the prisoner of the Shadow King. Killed by the King of the Faye, Matthew must fight to get back to his family and reunite all those he had lost. Can he, do it? Or will he allow darkness to enter his soul? Will Maeve intervene and save him? Will his wife ever forgive him for the dark things he must do, and will his son ever accept him? How far would you go to save your family?
Can Matthew overcome the darkness and return to his family or succumb to the darkness and become The New Shadow King? Travel to the Shadow Realm, hear spellbinding tales, meet magical creatures, and join Matthew as he fights for his family.
Book 3 The Shadow Realm Chronicles Justin
Journey with Justin as he learns about the magical world.
Take a journey in time, back before Maeve and Matthew returned, back to the time when Justin first met Lily and Nancy, back to when Justin did not know he was a magical being. Take a journey with Justin and his friends as they learn who they are, how they are connected, and what powers they have. Can they sense the darkness? How can a group of kids help prevent this impending doom and darkness?
Travel to the Shadow Realm, meet vampires, witches, and werewolves. Learn about the merpeople and the Faye. Help Justin and his friends learn who they are in this magical world filled with danger, darkness, and love.
Book 4 The Shadow Realm Chronicles Maurelle
Will Maurelle ever be able to forgive Matthew and herself? The search for Maurelle’s kids starts now!
For a young fairy named Maurelle life was wonderful. She was a princess, and she loved her family. But Maurelle did not understand the ways of the world and the darkness that dwelt in her father and others. But as she grew, that darkness became a reality not only for herself but her husband Matthew.
Will she find the courage to rebuild her family, to forgive her husband, and will she ever be able to forgive herself? If she can’t forgive herself, how will she ever be able to face her father and find her children?
Book 5 The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming soon)
Book 6 The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Carillon (Coming Soon)
Many years ago, darkness tore apart the worlds. They called it the Great War, for it was massive and involved all the realms of each world. Enemies on either side grew their armies for battle with heavy casualties. New allies formed out of this bloodshed while old ones crumbled.
The world of the Faye changed forever as their king descended into madness. His name was Julian. He once was a loving ruler, but those times were long gone. The pages written of him now are full of rage, blood, and hatred. Hatred for his children who grew to love others and revolt against him and his rule. Hatred for his wife, who fled with his children and hatred for all the realms that were not under his rule. Julian needed his children because they were powerful. Each one controlled one of the four elements: wind, water, earth, and fire. Even though his children hated what he had become, they remembered the good in him and were perhaps the only ones besides their mother who did.
Marius, the leader of the vampires and Jonathan, the ruler of The Shadow Realm, fought alongside Julian, but they did not trust him. Each of these three men was scheming against each other as they all wanted to come out the victor.
Jonathan had many plans and plots forming in his head, but they all revolved around Maeve. Maeve was a fairy, but she lived in a quiet world. The one world that was protected from the Great War. Jonathan didn’t care what Julian or Marius did as long as it didn’t inter- fere with his plan but interfere was what they did best. Jonathan had great plans for Maeve and her family, but he knew little of her connections to Julian’s family.
The Great War might have been over, but another one was looming in the distance, and it all began with a lonely mother named Maeve.
