Fantasy

Echoes of the Past. AI-Generated.
The world around Clea was crumbling, but it wasn’t just the Glass Tower that was falling apart anymore. Time itself was splintering, unraveling in jagged shards like broken mirrors reflecting impossible versions of reality. Each crack, each shattered piece, was a reminder of the devastation she had wrought.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Heart of the Storm. AI-Generated.
For a moment, there was nothing. No sound. No light. No time. Just a suffocating, endless void. Clea’s breath caught in her throat as she felt herself suspended in the space between worlds. The shard in her hand pulsed, its warmth spreading through her veins, but it was faint, a fragile glow against the suffocating darkness. The swirling chaos of shattered time had receded, leaving only a quiet, oppressive silence.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Final Reckoning. AI-Generated.
The world shattered. Reality, as Clea had known it, splintered into a thousand jagged shards, each piece a broken moment suspended in time. The very air around her vibrated with an unnatural hum, as if the fabric of existence were tearing apart at the seams. The voices—the whispers—grew louder, their echoes reverberating through her skull, each one a reminder of the destruction she had unleashed.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Necklace of Time. AI-Generated.
Avery Rainer had always felt like she didn’t belong. She moved from foster home to foster home, never staying long enough to feel at home. Her life was a blur of new faces and unfamiliar places, and through it all, there was one thing she clung to: her mother’s necklace.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Necklace of Time. AI-Generated.
Avery’s heart hammered in her chest as the machine buzzed to life. The hum grew louder, vibrating through the floor beneath her feet. For a moment, she thought she might be imagining it, but then the lights in the room flickered, casting strange shadows across the walls. The machine’s dials began to spin on their own, and a soft blue glow began to pulse from the center. Avery could feel the air around her growing thicker, heavier, like the space itself was bending.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Veil – Part 3
The hooded figure did not move, yet the shadows around him twisted like living things, writhing and coiling in unnatural patterns. His voice was slow, deliberate, as though time itself had no meaning here.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Veil – Part 2
Darkness surged forward like a living thing. Vaelin moved on instinct, twin daggers flashing as he twisted to dodge the creeping tendrils that lashed toward them. His blade cut through nothing but air—no resistance, no flesh, nothing to kill.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Chapters
An End of Gods & Dust: ACT III. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
"Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
By Amanda Starks11 months ago in Chapters
The Magic Ant Factory
Zapper knew where the factory was that was marked on the map. After a week of travel on horse back Zapper stopped at a cave and they tied the house to a tree line tether they quickly made. Then they set up camp just inside the cave’s entrance in a large open room.
By Mark Stigers 11 months ago in Chapters
Problems
The journey was slow, the wagon’s wheels groaning under the weight of the disguised gold. The iron illusion held strong, but the burden remained—every bump and rut in the road sent a jolt through the frame, making the horses strain against their harnesses.
By Mark Stigers 11 months ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Veil - Part 1
A cold wind whispered through the desolate streets of Veridale, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and something far worse—the absence of life.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Chapters
Shadow and Spell A Tale of Redemption Part 5
Darkness swallowed the chamber as the shadows writhed to life. The air turned heavy, thick with unseen magic that pulsed from the Heart of Tenebris. Vaelin tightened his grip on his daggers, his every instinct screaming at him to run—but there was nowhere to go.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Chapters