Where monsters kneel, women rise, and power grows wild in scorched earth.
Remy Renard writes stories stitched from shadows, blood, and the softest parts of rage.
Her books blend myth, magic, and monster worship, with stories full of devotion, fire, and women who bloom loud, wild, and entirely on their own terms.
My stories are dark, magical, and full of teeth. I write about monsters who fall hard, women who don’t flinch, and love that looks a little like ruin. There’s found family, grief, healing, devotion, and (usually) a bit of blood.
You’ll find…
🖤 Devotion that bites
🔥 Women who rise through fire
💀 Monsters who kneel
🩸 Cults with bad branding
🐾 Hellhounds with opinions
📖 Lush prose + unhinged emotion