Fantasy

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
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
A hush fell over the warband as they waited—scarred, tired, and caked with blood and grime—every eye trained on the cavern ceiling where Lira Valesong had disappeared in pursuit of the vampire's misty form.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
Through the Distant Universe Chapter 0 - Where it all began. AI-Generated.
I stood in the middle of a room, alien as a dream, where every cell of my body screamed in pain—sharp, searing, as if my bones had been split apart. The blow that should have shattered my spine pulsed beneath my ribs, reverberating with a dull echo. I remembered the ship: the crack of metal, the blinding light, the cold steel piercing my flesh. I waited for the end. But it didn't come.
By Einor8 months ago in Chapters
Hunt, Gather, Parent" by Michaeleen Doucleff : In-depth Review
When I first picked up this book, I'll admit I was skeptical. Another parenting guide promising revolutionary insights? But as a parent drowning in the endless stream of conflicting advice, tantrums, and daily battles over screen time, I was desperate enough to give it a chance. What I discovered between these pages fundamentally changed not just how I parent, but how I view childhood itself.
By A.O8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz - Part 4
The ballroom burned with moonlight. Not firelight, not candlelight, moonlight, bright and cold and wrong. It poured in through the fractured windowpanes like liquid memory, and wherever it touched, time unraveled. The chandeliers melted upward. Tables elongated. Violin strings snapped themselves back into tune, and the waltz played with aching clarity, notes like blades.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Vision of Dawn 🌅
The morning broke slow and gray, the mist still clinging to the hills like an old secret. They had traveled long through the night—Ellowyn, the boy, and the knight—and now stood before the low, firelit forge of the dwarf they had sought.
By Muhammad Riaz8 months ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayam8 months ago in Chapters
An End of Gods & Dust: ACT V
“Courage is the strength in the face of knowledge of what is to be feared or hoped. Wisdom is prudent strength.” - Atul Gawande
By Amanda Starks8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 3
A thin veil of dusk laced the estate, though time’s rhythm had already begun to stutter. Elira stood alone in the music room, her fingers brushing the spines of abandoned scores. Each parchment pulsed faintly with residual magic—inked not with notes but sigils. These were not mortal compositions. They were fragments of memory, twisted and set to melody. When she whispered a note aloud, a chandelier above her flickered in time.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Lion and the Gentle Heart
A Tale of Trust Between Predator and Prey In the heart of the Great Green Jungle, where trees touched the sky and rivers sang through the land, there lived a lion named Ruhan. He was the king of the jungle, feared by all creatures. His roar made birds flee and deer tremble. Yet deep inside, Ruhan often felt a strange emptiness—he had everything, but no one he could call a true friend.
By Jack sparrow 8 months ago in Chapters
Katelyn and the Witch Party. Content Warning.
Victoria lay on the ground completely still with her arms spread out on either side of her. Her short blonde hair piled around her head where it had hit the floor moments before. She was wearing the same pink pencil skirt she always wore with a white blouse and short-sleeved blazer and a pair of black stiletto high heels. Her pink pendant necklace hung from her neck, exposed as it lay on her chest still intact. The pink swirling gas inside was slowly fading away. Her medium-sized pink sparkly handbag sat on the table next to Mrs. Valedette’s hand. The white china teacup with the delicate pink rose on it that Victoria had drunk from sat a small distance away on a small white plate with a gold line rimming the edge. Even Victoria’s grey eyes were frozen open, unblinking.
By Amy8 months ago in Chapters