Fantasy
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
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
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
