Fantasy

Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 3: EMERALD Pailin’s ears woke first. A thousand voices stomped on his swelling head while a dark and swirling world pushed Purge into his body. Damp dirt and moss filled Pai’s lungs with each breath. He felt hardness and wetness beneath his weight.
By Jeffrey Scott2 years ago in Chapters
Boundless
I've touched many things in my life, but in this era love has been more so a gift more than anything else. The winds comfort my sorrows, when the rain falls, we cry together. When I have felt alone in a state of demise, something inside me pressures the purpose of life and the light within I have suppressed for many years. What a beautiful pain it is to breathe despite everything around me. I have felt alone, and maybe I am so, out in the cold. Until warmth finds me, I shall have a heart of ice to keep myself alive. What else am I supposed to do in this cold but survive? I met someone long ago but, our existence together begs many questions in my mind.
By Alexis Gibson2 years ago in Chapters
The Clever Jackal and the Greedy Lion
One blistering summer, the timberland encountered a horrendous dry season. Food and water turned out to be scant, and the creatures of the woodland developed frantic. Among them was a strong lion named Raja, who was both dreaded and regarded by every one of the animals. As the dry season proceeded, Raja became hungrier and more bad tempered.
By shohagweb072 years ago in Chapters
One Deer and one Mice
Quite a long time ago, in a peaceful woods, carried on with a delicate deer named Delia and a shrewd mouse named Max. Delia, with her exquisite horns and agile developments, was appreciated by every one of the timberland animals. Max, little however intelligent, was known for his genius and courage.
By shohagweb072 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as the pulse of Ancient Magic thrummed through her. The clearing, encircled by sentinel-like trees, was her sanctuary, a place where the whispers of nature spoke to her burgeoning power. With a calm exhale, she extended her arm, her fingertips dancing in the air as if plucking the strings of an unseen harp. A gust of wind obeyed her silent command, rustling the leaves around her in a crescendo of whispered secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Karma Is A Bitch
Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, lived a young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known for her radiant beauty, but those who knew her well understood that beneath her charming exterior lay a heart cold as ice. Her beauty had granted her many privileges, and she wielded them mercilessly to get what she wanted, often at the expense of others.
By Leroy payne2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's fingers trembled ever so slightly, not from doubt but from the sheer magnitude of the moment as she stood before the Ancient Altar. Beside her, Ewan was a pillar of strength, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. They were flanked by the craggy walls of the grand hall, where the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows over the faces of those gathered.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's gaze swept over the bustling construction site, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword—a habitual comfort rather than a present necessity. Aileana stood beside him, her red hair a fiery contrast to the gray stones that would soon form the protective walls around their burgeoning village. The air rang with the symphony of clinking chisels and thudding mallets as workers, their faces set with determination, heaved heavy boulders into place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hand trembled slightly as she pushed open the heavy oak door to her father's study. The room was steeped in shadow, save for the flickering glow of the hearth and the single oil lamp that pooled light across the scattered parchments on Cormac Glenroth's desk. Her breath seemed too loud in the hushed expanse of the room, each inhale sharp with the tang of old leather and parchment.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The battle had raged like a tempest, but now all that remained were the echoes of war cries and the defeated hush of an enemy vanquished. Aileana's chest heaved, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps as she stood beside Ewan, surveying the littered expanse where the Ancient Evil and its minions lay still in their eternal defeat. The air was thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and charred flesh, a grim tapestry of victory.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hands trembled as the parchment slipped from them, the words of Ewan's capture echoing through the chambers of her heart like a mournful dirge. Her breath caught in her throat, shock rooting her to the spot for one still moment before fear ignited her spirit into action.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
"Another village falls," gasped a winded messenger, stumbling into the great hall where nobles and warriors had convened in an urgent assembly. His eyes were wild with fear, his message carrying the weight of impending doom. "The Black Mist—it spreads unchecked."
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters