Magical Realism

Rebel's Paradox
The tunnels shook violently as the roar grew louder, closer. Lyra's body pulsed with energy, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. Phoenix stood beside her, one hand on her shoulder, the other clenched around the grip of his gun – a weapon he knew would likely be useless against whatever was coming.
By Daisy Kebaso2 years ago in Chapters
Rebel's Resonance
The city awakened to a new reality, one where the very fabric of society had been irrevocably altered. News of the destruction of the mysterious facility spread like wildfire, accompanied by reports of strange occurrences across the globe. People were changing, evolving in ways that defied explanation.
By Daisy Kebaso2 years ago in Chapters
Rebel's Metamorphosis
The facility trembled, alarms blaring as Lyra strode through its corridors. Her newly awakened powers surged through her, allowing her to manipulate the very fabric of the building's technology with mere thoughts. Security doors slid open before her, cameras short-circuited, and the once-impenetrable fortress bent to her will.
By Daisy Kebaso2 years ago in Chapters
Rebel's Ascension
The city pulsed with an uneasy energy as night fell. Phoenix stood atop a abandoned building, his eyes scanning the horizon. The events of the past few days had left him reeling, but he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Not when Lyra's life hung in the balance.
By Daisy Kebaso2 years ago in Chapters
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
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
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