Fantasy
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The rising light of a new day cast long shadows across the sand-covered terrace where the survivors nursed wounds and whispered prayers. Potions were passed, their bitter taste bringing vitality to broken bodies. Weapons were wiped clean and redistributed. Armor pieces swapped shoulders. Some eyes were hollow with grief. Others burned with determination.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 2
The next morning broke with a sky the color of old slate. Clouds churned above Hollowspire like a wounded beast trapped beneath the heavens, restless and clawing. The town sat under that bruised sky like a secret buried too shallow, its edges rimmed in blackened shale and the mine yawning open like a throat carved into the earth. Its scaffolds groaned under their own weight, reinforced with etched sigils that shimmered faintly in the shifting light. No workers moved among them. No carts rolled over the gravel paths. The mine was not abandoned, but it had long stopped belonging to the living.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
LIFE WITH ME . Content Warning.
Life With You - Part 2 The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and lavender. The world seemed to hold its breath as if it, too, was captivated by the quiet magic that had unfolded between Amani and Elara. Their lives had intertwined in ways neither could have anticipated, and yet, the journey was far from over.
By The Reader's 8 months ago in Chapters
LIFE WITH ME. Content Warning.
Life With You - Part 2 The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and lavender. The world seemed to hold its breath as if it, too, was captivated by the quiet magic that had unfolded between Amani and Elara. Their lives had intertwined in ways neither could have anticipated, and yet, the journey was far from over.
By The Reader's 8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 1
The road to Hollowspire twisted like a spine cracked too many times. Fog clung low over the dirt path, thick as breath on glass, curling between ancient trees that stretched like skeletal limbs toward a grey, overcast sky. Each step forward felt like trespass. The woods had long forgotten how to welcome strangers.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The House That Still Waits for Her
It’s been eight years since she walked out of that door, and still, the house waits. People say it’s silly—assigning memory to wood and stone—but I know better. I’ve lived here long enough to hear the echoes. To see the signs. Some places hold on to people. They keep the shape of their presence like breath lingering on glass. This house? It remembers her.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Twenty-three embers now smoldered where once a blazing army burned. The dead were buried. The tears had dried—or were hidden behind hardened expressions and grim silence. The ruins of White Plume Mountain had become their crucible, and still, it was not yet done with them.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
