Eliza Writes

Who am I?

Hi, my name is Eliza (pseudonym), or Elizabeth if you're feeling fancy. I'm an American college student who has an unhealthy attachment to cats, caffeinated beverages, books, and my endless collection of every color of pen imaginable.

I'm an INFJ (4w5), am some type of neurodivergent, chronically ill, and on the Ace spectrum. My favorite subjects besides reading and writing are cultures/sociology, psychology, and history (my infatuation with these topics can bleed into my writing quite often.)

If you are interested, I also started a side blog for my random, non-writing chaos. I am terrible at posting there though…

About this Blog:

This page is dedicated to my random writer comments, my worldbuilding, character posts, and writing updates.

You're welcome to send comments, questions, concerns, or just random tags at any time. I may not get to them immediately, but they are all appreciated.

I'm currently experimenting with a more structured and purposeful post schedule, so bear with me on that while I find the best setup for myself.

I hope to connect with people here, as I have done so far. Social media isn't always my thing, but Tumblr has had me pleasantly surprised.

My Writing Work:

Please note that none of my work displays 18+ content, however, most contain mature themes such as death, grieving, sometimes descriptive violence, abuse, and mental health struggles at some level. All stories/chapters containing potential triggers are marked. If you notice that I missed something, please notify me. I try to balance the weight of these darker themes, so they are not always at the forefront of everything, but please be aware that they are present. Take care of yourselves.

My writing is split into two different categories. All of my work takes place in the same original universe and deal with my fictional, magical humanoid species of Hecathians from their home planet Ariya. I am progressively working on an Encyclopedia of sorts for this fictional world and the characters living in it.

My main project- The Legacy of the Fallen series

Expanded Works- "shorter" complementary series (plural)

Legacy of the Fallen

I'm currently working on Book One: The Child (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)

Most of my posts will be centered around this WIP, as the world developed from this story. Most of the characters you'll see posted about are also from here.

Currently: 80k words/????

Genres: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Drama, and Mystery

Summary

After being driven from their home and countless lives lost among them, the Hecathian people are striving to rebuild what was lost. The Academy, a safe haven and reintroduction to their lost society, seeks other survivors. Annamarie has recently made a fated move with her father, being thrown into a world of discovery, danger, and more mysteries to be uncovered. As she learns more, she begins to question who she can really trust while everything she thought she knew fades into an illusion. Though it starts off following the daily lives of four seemingly average students at a random school, it's quickly revealed that there's more to them that even they may be unaware of. One of these four, Jacob, serves as a bridge to the reality that their true identities had been hidden from them after their parents and families went into hiding thirteen years ago after their people suffered a massacre that ended with millions dead and their world in the hands of their enemies. They are connected with a sanctuary that serves as cultural re-education and emersion for their people, which is ruled by Maishear, Jacob's father. Though this academy is supposed to be safe, it is plagued with political controversy, mysterious disappearances, and a traitor in their midst. The newcomers and Jacob's team are thrown together to face the challenges ahead and the shadows of the past that plague them.

To follow, I have until Book 4 in the planning stages (because I'm chaotic.) Here are the titles for Books 2 & 3:

Tempest

Violet Sky

Expanded Works

I keep getting new ideas for these, so I will update this as more come out/chapters are updated.

Theoretically, these are shorter series, though since I'm incapable of writing actually short stories, we'll see.

I currently have 2 series in the works:

Vixen

Currently: 8700 words/???? (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)

Genres: Fantasy, Drama, Action, Romance, Mystery

Summary

Tells the story of Roselle and members of their team two years before Legacy of the Fallen takes place. Roselle Jakoste is one of the few remaining members of the royal Verairacur family. Now, at fifteen, she finds herself falling for the son of the man that destroyed her family. Meanwhile, a mystery begins to reveal itself as political tension within the academy starts to grow.

Ruin

Currently: 3400 words/???? (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)

Trigger Warning: This whole story is very dark. Death, grief, and uncertainty are very prominent throughout. If this isn't for you or you're not in a good place, please skip this one.

Genres: Fantasy, Action, Dystopia, Tragedy

Summary

Follows various survivors of the Hecathian genocide who eventually find safety and companionship with each other. As their home planet is held under occupation, remaining Hecathians have to fight and hide to survive, while the life they knew crumbles around them.

Coming Soon: Awakened

Genres: Fantasy, Politics, Spy, Action, Drama, Eventual Romance

Currently on Hold- I will return to it though.

Summary

Etesha is a young woman who has grown up within the Yaldaeit political cult. Raised to believe in the extreme ideologies and measures of the group, she has been preparing for her role in their activities for years. She has finally been given a true assignment as an undercover agent within the observance system. In this new position, and seeing society outside of her sheltered community, she begins to question whether she still agrees with what the Yaldaeit does and whether she will carry out her mission or not.

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Thank you for all the support on here, and don't be afraid to say hello! I won't bite, I swear.

Adelaide gripped her fingers together as she gazed out of the thin window. Sunshine slashed across her grave face, her hazel eyes furrowed in thought. She turned to look at her desk, the letter she had written abandoned, but the words it carried still burned into her memory, along with the images they described.

Should she publish it, her husband's reputation would turn to dust. Should she not, she would be subjected to his continued depravity and humiliation for the rest of her life.

What would he do to her if she were to publicize his activities? He would not simply keep her as his queen, nor would she consider herself safe. It wasn't as if she were in a situation where she would have support if he did take action against her. After all, this was his country. She was but a guest in his house, tasked with the duty of providing him with a male heir. Her true home was far away.

She was but a woman here, below her husband or any male. In her marriage, she had lost the right to own property or decide actions for herself; she was reduced to a decoration, a tool. It was a sacrifice that an alliance between their two countries could not fully justify. Women's words were taken the same as a child's. Would the people of Isvanai even listen to what she had to say about their king?

She turned back to the window, staring out at the silhouettes of the buildings that surrounded their castle. She watched as the figures of the guards paced along the wall-walks, armed and ready for any threat. They did little to make her feel safe. After all, she was a prisoner in everything but name.

Adelaide had no chance to get past them. No way to escape.

She let out a shaky breath and walked slowly to her desk. She lifted the letter, reading it over one more time, before bringing the parchment to her candle. She watched as the flames licked its edges, the parchment slowly blackening, curling under the heat. Her hand trembled as she moved down the page, feeling the heat against her skin. Once the flames had a hold, she dropped it onto a flat plate, watching it burn.