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Chronicles of the Eclipsed Throne - Sultan's Legacy
Chapter 4: The Cryptic Sultan Introduction In the heart of Istanbul, where history weaves its intricate tapestry, Selin and Kemal's relentless pursuit of the Eclipsed Throne takes a cryptic turn. As they continue their quest, the revelation of a cryptic message hidden deep within the Topkapi Palace archives propels them into the enigmatic world of Sultan Yusuf.
By Theen Bathusha2 years ago in Chapters
Ten Thousand and Ten
I am Kyrtus, son of Cenis. And I am ten years old. No. I am Kyrtus, son of Cenis. And I am ten thousand and ten years old.
By Chloe2 years ago in Chapters
"Deringwood Chronicles: Shadows of Destiny". Content Warning.
Chapter 7: The Final Confrontation The climactic showdown between Sarah, Alexander, and the Nightwalkers unfolded in the heart of the mansion—an ancient chamber hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Victor, the ancient vampire, had been forewarned of their intrusion, and he had prepared himself and his coven for the impending clash. The battle that ensued was an unholy fusion of the physical and the psychological, a crucible where the human spirit collided headlong with the forces of the supernatural. In the flickering candlelight, shadows danced frenziedly, casting eerie, shifting forms on the walls. Sarah, her heart a tumultuous tempest of emotions, delved deep within herself, unearthing reservoirs of courage she never knew existed. Alexander, the seasoned vampire hunter, moved with a lethal grace that bespoke years of combat with creatures of the night. His silver-edged weapons gleamed ominously as he fought with a steely resolve, the clashing of steel against fang and claw an eerie symphony of battle. Yet, the mansion itself seemed to conspire against them. Its dark secrets materialized in terrifying ways, as hidden passages revealed themselves, traps sprang to life with lethal intent, and illusions danced like specters, designed to confound and protect the Nightwalkers. The battle was a harrowing test of wills, a trial by fire where every choice held the weight of life and death. Sarah and Alexander were resolute, their determination unwavering as they fought with a fierce resolve to vanquish the Nightwalkers and end their reign of terror, even if it meant paying the ultimate price. The mansion bore witness to this cataclysmic confrontation, and the very foundations of reality trembled beneath the weight of their struggle.
By Μarilena Κont2 years ago in Chapters
"Deringwood Chronicles: Shadows of Destiny". Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Arrival The night was dark and stormy as Detective Sarah Mitchell wrapped up her shift at the Deringwood police station. Rain beat relentlessly against the windows, and lightning streaked across the sky like jagged scars. It was the kind of night that sent shivers down your spine, but Sarah had seen it all—or so she thought.
By Μarilena Κont2 years ago in Chapters
Proxima Bound
Chapter One: Thief Year 193AC (After Cataclysm) Day 102 Deck 53. Mid-Section G. Approaching engineering storage Thief crawled through the hot ventilation shaft. In the dark, she wriggled out of her jumpsuit, making the heat more bearable; but one discomfort replaced another, as scrawny knees and elbows rubbed against aluminium pipework. Her skin, slick with sweat, squeaked against the metal with each wriggle forward. She feared one of “them” might hear her laboured breathing and squeaking skin; she told herself for the hundredth time, that perhaps they’d put the noise down to rats, or the ship’s machinery. Would they be able to smell her though? The cloying odour of her physical labour filled the shaft. Would it seep out and waft into their nostrils? She imagined them sniffing her scent in the air; their lips curling back over white fangs as they arched their heads towards the vents, grinning with delight at the promise of fresh blood.
By Davi Mai2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Four The First Season of Sak Life Imani had received a text in the car as the episode began streaming live nationwide. Already 10.2 million viewers were tuned in and waiting to see what this new reality TV show was about.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Six Throwing Rosebuds at the Throne’s feet You never miss what isn't earned or bought off the lot for you. So, when I rolled into my oblong entryway, I knew I was filling the driveway with (my cars). Ms. Money was in for the flush of her life. My family wouldn't believe all this balling was cleared or taxable, but Throned's famous posse realized this was the home of addictive stunting. And still, the grilling was coming. I did shit for them out of love; I just liked the hustle this came with whatever the T.V. viewers tuned in to; they loved looking at like deleted scenes of a twisted joyride. Mainly because "Throned" was successful and uncouth, like diving into the fabulous life of a black Duke of Ellington.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Five Everyone wants their hands in the Sack Biscayne Bay, Florida. Mandarin Oriental Hotel, 1:37 pm.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Seven Producing the Love for The Longevity Imani made a heady exit with her new fiancé. Tilting her head, she cupped her hand under her punkish bang like a visor as she strode down the block, clasping Kareem's top while the fans ambushed them about their engagement. Kareem wasn't so amicable when he was inebriated. Imani's pixie furrowed back with her left hand was the perfect trinket shot of his four-carat birthstone; the image signaled Hollywood would take him off the shelf. She delivered the goods for social snaps and blogs and grinned along the way to their Bentley. Ronnie, the driver, awaited the passenger door opened and was enveloped with spewing fans as he ushered Kareem in, then Imani, who ditched the street and cattily waved as she slid in the back.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” Part Two. Content Warning.
Chapter Eight Reaping views too deep to write off Lining up the Breakdown, 5:07 am. I'm up before Imani's yoga session and strolling through the house with my hustler's ambitious scowl. This morning I'm in $1,100 pants, one of my four vintage Jordan III sneakers, and a grey "Sak Life" sweater in the kitchen Lucky is near the Family Hub sorting out cooking arrangements for breakfast. "Morning."
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Thirteen When it’s time to pull up on Ms. Fines Knock! Knock! "Anyone who knocks likes that better be clean." Melissa Cardona says, behind her desk, poring over a warrant sent for one of her parolees. It was a first-degree murder that strained the equine bridge beneath her black specs. She liked the twenty-two-year-old Black man and twiddled a pen between her fingers as she scanned the incident report in disappointment. Was she wondering how he could do something so stupid? So cruel?
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Nine It was them who needed Kareem Gwinnett Civic Center, 9:15 am. My reason for running late. I brought the Cadillac out because it was a motorcar. The Sky Captain edition, with the blocky sunroof and presidential tints, felt like you surrounded yourself by military strength. The car sat eight of all the little starlets from this five-person girl posse: Parker Jay was my closest joy.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters