Fantasy

RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Thirty-one remained. That number had become a chant in Raven’s mind as he sat perched atop the Citadel, black eyes watching from a perch between this world and others. Thirty-one sparks of defiance. Thirty-one torches resisting the darkness of White Plume Mountain. And now, as the heat rose and steam hissed, even that fragile number was about to diminish.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The dead were buried with reverence. Each name spoken, each stone placed, another reminder of what had been sacrificed in the mountain’s cruel halls. The wounded lay bandaged, the exhausted finally allowed to sleep. Raven, from his perch in the Citadel of Twilight Winds, looked down upon the survivors. Only 31 remained of the original 69 champions he had summoned. His breath stirred the clouds, his wings curled around the looming spires.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
The Silent Burnout: When Life Moves Too Fast to Feel,. Content Warning.
In today’s world, everything moves fast. Deadlines. Social media. Family commitments. Career ambitions. From the moment we wake up to the moment our head hits the pillow, our lives are ruled by noise and notifications. But beneath all this motion lies something most of us don’t speak about: a silent, creeping burnout that drains us, slowly and invisibly.
By Saaya Gsm8 months ago in Chapters
Someone
if only you knew, i'm writing this in silence, in a kind of sorrow that no longer shows through tears. i'm writing this for someone who once swore never to leave but ended up being the first to let go. where is the promise you made? that you would never walk away? where are the words you whispered in between the warmth of our embraces and the quiet of the night? were they just temporary ? just sweet words you spoke to make me feel safe? only to abandon them when they no longer served you ?
By Anne__8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The weight of the warhammer Whelm was significant, both in mass and aura. Theron Blackroot turned the ancient weapon over in his hands, his brow furrowed as he felt the faint hum of divine energy inside. It pulsed with power, like a heartbeat waiting to strike.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz - Part 5
The estate no longer shimmered with illusion, it sagged under its own truth. What had once been gilded grandeur was now bone and rot, memory stripped of its polish. Faded roses wilted in the garden below, their petals unmoved by wind, for even the air no longer pretended to flow. The sky was not night nor dawn, but something between, a lavender-hued stasis where stars drifted like silt.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
A hush fell over the warband as they waited—scarred, tired, and caked with blood and grime—every eye trained on the cavern ceiling where Lira Valesong had disappeared in pursuit of the vampire's misty form.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
Through the Distant Universe Chapter 0 - Where it all began. AI-Generated.
I stood in the middle of a room, alien as a dream, where every cell of my body screamed in pain—sharp, searing, as if my bones had been split apart. The blow that should have shattered my spine pulsed beneath my ribs, reverberating with a dull echo. I remembered the ship: the crack of metal, the blinding light, the cold steel piercing my flesh. I waited for the end. But it didn't come.
By Einor8 months ago in Chapters
Hunt, Gather, Parent" by Michaeleen Doucleff : In-depth Review
When I first picked up this book, I'll admit I was skeptical. Another parenting guide promising revolutionary insights? But as a parent drowning in the endless stream of conflicting advice, tantrums, and daily battles over screen time, I was desperate enough to give it a chance. What I discovered between these pages fundamentally changed not just how I parent, but how I view childhood itself.
By A.O8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz - Part 4
The ballroom burned with moonlight. Not firelight, not candlelight, moonlight, bright and cold and wrong. It poured in through the fractured windowpanes like liquid memory, and wherever it touched, time unraveled. The chandeliers melted upward. Tables elongated. Violin strings snapped themselves back into tune, and the waltz played with aching clarity, notes like blades.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Vision of Dawn 🌅
The morning broke slow and gray, the mist still clinging to the hills like an old secret. They had traveled long through the night—Ellowyn, the boy, and the knight—and now stood before the low, firelit forge of the dwarf they had sought.
By Muhammad Riaz8 months ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayam8 months ago in Chapters