Welcome to Arkane.
We expect you to die.
This is a love story.
It just happens to feature a necromancer.
Part 1 of Death’s Curse
Xandria just met the love of her life.
It’s too bad the king just removed her head.
Years later, Xandria has finally figured out how to bring her back. Only to find out that their bonded love didn’t survive the afterlife. With a pissed off king on their heels and a kingdom falling to a cursed plague, one has to wonder if it was all worth it.
Xandria seems to think so, at least, because true love never dies.
Content Warnings
- Sexually explicit scenes
- Death
- Gore
- Discussions of/Recounting of Sexual Assault (No direct assault on page)
- Depression
- Suicidal ideation
- Traumatic recounting
Part 2 of Death’s Curse
Politics. Deception. Lies. And Love.
A year has passed since I brought Artemis back. Well--eleven months and some change. You would think I'm happy. That life is good.
Except the memories are coming back in droves. I knew I wasn't a saint, but it's only a matter of time until the kingdom finds out who Artemis' "Dark Lady" is.
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I can tell Xandria is pulling away. It is no one's fault, but Xandria saw something in Helsinth. Something that rocked her to her core.
But the kingdom and its people mean nothing without her. This life is not worth living without Xandria by my side.
I am hers--until death do us part.
Content Warnings
- Sexually explicit scenes
- Death
- Gore
- Depression
- Suicidal ideation
- Traumatic recounting