Fantasy
How to Practice Magic Without Your Wizard Knowing
How to Practice Magic Without Your Wizard Knowing Crafting Your Wizard’s Schedule Knowledge is key! But just knowing is only part of managing your wizard’s schedule. As the apprentice, it is up to you to help create your wizard’s routine. How, you ask? An excellent question. Let me break it down for you. Beware though! Don’t try implementing all these schedule changes at once or your wizard will become suspicious. Slide them in one-by-one, slowly, with precision.
By J.C. Winter29 days ago in Fiction
The Dead Princess's Mercy. AI-Generated.
General Wei stared at the pool of black water beneath his feet. In its reflection, he didn’t see his own battle scared face, but the faces of the three thousand men he had burned alive at the Siege of Yan. Their skin was translucent and their mouths were stitched shut with what looked like rusted wire.
By Carolyn Patton30 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Opponent: The Root of Evil Manifesto. Content Warning.
The Devil's Opponent: Root of Evil Manifesto Chapter 1 Raven Grimm was a rather funny, but handsome man who owned a magic store in the big city called “The Capricorn”. It was his little slice of paradise and a good reason for him to stay out of working at a fucking job which would just end up making him “just over broke”. He had such a feminine face and long silky white hair that spoke of many years of wisdom that he wore down around his shoulders. He looked so much younger than he really was. He was what you might call a femboy or at least that's what he preferred to call himself. Born on February 18th, 1993 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. so currently he was 33 years old, but looked to be in his twenties still. He was perhaps the most available bachelor in his area and yet no woman or man would touch him with a ten foot pole because of a cursed ring he could not take off. It was silver with a great black diamond set into it. The diamond was so dark and dense it felt as if it were absorbing the energy around it and to his knowledge it actually was. He hated how heavy it felt on his hand. It felt like an overpriced slave collar. He cursed the woman who put this on him night and day, but to no avail she never seemed to return to him. He looked around at the shoppers in his store and saw one pick up a tarot deck out of curiosity. He was meaning to teach classes on how to read them, but lacked the energy to invest in such a project since managing his store took up what motivation and energy he did have. A young woman in a billowing cloak came into the store just as he was thinking of closing up shop. She had brown hair and hazel eyes the color of the forest and river and skin that was basically white. What did she want here? He wondered as she picked up a black and red candle for spell casting and came to the register where he stood.
By Eris Willow30 days ago in Fiction
The Dryads are Calling. Top Story - January 2026.
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooper30 days ago in Fiction
Second Shadow
I noticed it by accident, which is how most bad ideas introduce themselves. I was cutting through the square at lunch, phone in one hand, iced coffee sweating down my wrist. The sun was a bully, straight up, no cloud cover, every edge of everything carved into the pavement. I walked past the sundial because I like proof that time is meaningful in more than one medium.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Fiction
The Mediation, Friday, November 9th, 2012
Anton sat at the large oak table in the mediation services office. He had already been there for twenty minutes. He was fifteen minutes early and eager to get this over with. He already knew that she wasn’t going to agree to anything. If Karin thought he killed it at the first court date, wait until she sees what’s about happen here.
By Anton Mathias Heft about a month ago in Fiction
Unfinished
Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a kingdom full of bright green meadows and sprawling, densely packed forestry. Smaller villages and towns lined the rough roads that intertwined towards the castle. All roads indeed led to Castle Muckle Glaikit. The proud Unbarmherzig royal family had inhabited the castle for many centuries. Although generally well liked, King Eroberer, Queen Eitel, and their children—Prince Tumb and Princess Verderblich—were respected accordingly.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
