Adventure
The Templar's Chronograph **Chapter 3: A Knight Out of Time**
In a world far removed from the chivalrous order and sacred oaths of the Templar Knights, Henri de Clairmont found himself adrift. The bustling streets of 21st-century Paris were a cacophony of sights and sounds that bewildered his medieval senses. As he navigated this strange new era, Henri's armor-clad presence drew curious glances from passersby, their modern attire as alien to him as his was to them.
By Echoes of Infinity2 years ago in Chapters
The Templar's Chronograph **Chapter 2: A Leap into the Unknown**
In the heart of what once was ancient Paris, beneath the veil of history and time, Sir Henri de Clairmont, a knight of noble valor and curious heart, found himself at the mercy of destiny. With the ancient chronograph in hand, its intricate design and mysterious symbols pulsing with an otherworldly glow, Henri felt a surge of both trepidation and exhilaration. It was as if the very fabric of time was calling out to him, urging him to embark on a journey far beyond the reaches of his imagination.
By Echoes of Infinity2 years ago in Chapters
Nichole
She thought back to the waiting room. So long ago when she had made the decision to let death chase her. And chase it had, through the underground, through prophecy, through the wars, she watched the eastern coast burn as they ran. She ran, death at her heals… dancing with her… sometimes so close, it whispered in her ear. And now, it chased her across the water. She felt the ship sway and she starred back at the woman in the mirror. Her hair was streaked white, pulled back in the worn clip. She didn’t remember getting old, it just kind of happened. And just as she couldn’t see how incredibly gorgeous she was in her youth, she couldn’t see how distinguished she was in her age. She held the cloth to her mouth as she coughed. When she first got sick, she hid it well… But the cough became uncontrollable, and the rumors spread like the disease in her body. At least the black handkerchief hid the blood. She took a shuttering breath and turned on her heel. Long ago she shed the poised dresses for more practical clothing. If you plan to outrun death… Her tight black leggings hugged her still muscular legs. But her curves had been lost to the disease. She concealed the loose skin beneath a tunic of blood red and wore a slightly heeled leather boot. Her two guards flanked her as she exited her quarters. Her assistant sat with the wheelchair. She moved too slowly now, too unsteady on the rock of the ship to walk. They maneuvered through the narrow corridor and out onto the deck where the sun beat down mercilessly. She was greeted with the cheers that broke her heart and lifted her spirits. Here were her people, who loved her. Her people, who were half starved, beaten, but not broken. Here were her people she loved. The prophetess came and knelt before her. She raised her eyes to Nichole and gave her a tearful little smile. Nichole returned the smile. Brushing her hands across the young girl’s cheek. “None of that. Tomorrow, we land in the forgotten place and the people need you.”
By Maili Paul2 years ago in Chapters
New York City
There are few things I know for certain: one, if left to my own devices, I am a night owl, two, I could eat pizza every day of my life if it wouldn’t ultimately lead to some kind of health crisis, and three, I was a New Yorker in my past life. That is truly the only explanation I have for why I feel so at home in a city that I have never lived in.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters
The Wolves
There are things worse than wolves in those woods, trust me. When you hear their howl, run. Chief Ranger Talin’s warning echoed in her memory as Liv crawled on hands and knees through the undergrowth. Ahead of her, little Tivar crawled with the eagerness of a puppy. If her parents caught her out of bed and beyond the gates...That thought annoyed her even further. Her fourteenth harvest drew near, and yet they insisted on treating her like a child still.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Chapters
Snow Humps, continued. Content Warning.
The last thing I remembered was trying to open my eyes and imagining the Buzzard pecking at me and tugging me while staring me down with his beady eyes. I slapped at him, trying to shoo him away, but he was persistent, yanking and pulling at me, lifting me out of the snow drift with his tremendous strength.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Exotic Fruits: A Journey into Unique Tastes and Blox Fruits Codes
Introduction: It is impossible to overestimate the appeal of exotic fruits in a society where variety truly is the spice of life. Numerous individuals have set out on a voyage of exploration through the enormous world of fruits, driven by their eagerness to discover new flavors and sensations. The definition, nutritional worth, health advantages, and simple joy of eating exotic fruits are all covered in this article. We'll also look at a novel angle in the gaming industry with the release of Blox Fruits codes, which offers an unexpected link between the gaming and exotic fruit worlds.
By Yaman Khan2 years ago in Chapters
15 Sha'ban Imam Mehdi as AJTF
Asalam O Alaikum readers, May I greet you the night of Shab e Baraat of Imam Mehdi as. He is our 12th Imam. The night of 15 Sha'ban whatever you ask Allah for you will get in the name of our 12 imam. I don't where you are from readers, but the speality about Imam Mehdi Al-Asr, Imam Zamana, he has very important birth time. When he was born, no where in the city, no where in the country or road, or his mother showed that he's about to get birth. Imam Hasan Asakri as our 11th imam asked lady Hakimah to stay at the night.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima2 years ago in Chapters
Reverberations of Adoration
In the core of a clamoring city, in the midst of the whirlwind of regular daily existence, there carried on with a youthful performer named Lucas. His spirit was woven from the strings of tunes, and his heart beat in time with the cadence of the roads. Yet, in the midst of the rushing about, there was one song that stayed scratched in his memory — a hauntingly lovely tune that appeared to reverberate through the passages of time.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Chapters
