#scribble hub

I'm LXVX, author of Lights in the Static, a post-apocalyptic Girls' Love serial about survival, identity, trauma, old machines, and the people who become home. Lovingly hand-written without AI.

on Royal Road [here]

on Scribble Hub [here]

Current update schedule is Mondays and Thursdays at around 11 AM CT.

Arc 2 Begins: Demons, Dragons, and a Much Crueler World

"Your horns glow in the dark like a beacon, Ash," Teria remarked. "If you don't hide them deeper under your hood, the patrols will see us before we even cross the sector boundary." "Why do I feel like every time you speak, it's like I've been punched?" Ash snapped back. "I'm doing what I can. Why didn't you use that Florid to just teleport us there or set half the forest on fire? What's the point of this trek?"

This second book moves beyond Skeldar into a harsher world of borders, patrols, corporations, and choices that leave far less room for innocence.

Pollux’s journey continues, but the story now opens into new characters, new tensions, and a very different kind of survival.

Tags: Non-Human Protagonist | Amnesia | Elemental magic | Dystopia | Atmospheric

First book is complete. Second book already in progress. Would love to hear thoughts on the characters and the world.

🔗 Wings In Shadows | Royal Road

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

The full list of places to find my free web novel, Wear Your Soul Round Your Neck:

Royal Road

Itch

AO3

And Scribblehub

I'm linking them all so there's no confusion that a crosspost is plagiarism, and in case one goes down - I think it's good practice these days to have multiple copies of a work (and indeed I also have an offline copy!)

Raphael: Bound to Become

✨ Raphael: Bound to Become ✨

A young man. A hidden power. A destiny written before time.

Until his 21st birthday Raphael thought he's just an ordinary human. Now he knows he's not ordinary. And he heas to find out if he's a human at all.

[The moment skin met crystal, a surge of energy exploded through him. Light enveloped him instantly, golden and warm, wrapping his entire being in a radiant cocoon. The outside world vanished. In its place visions hit him like an electric pulse— not like dreams, but flashes of something real. A sword raised high, its blade glowing with otherworldly power. A circle of allies standing at his side, their bond forged through trials and trust. Lips brushing his own in a kiss so tender and aching it made his chest tighten. Wings unfurling into the sky. Fire. Shadow. Light. A choice. A breaking. A becoming.]