Fantasy
Burn the world
She screamed. The scene was unfolding, just like every nightmare and she was powerless. Digging her toes into the ground she lunged forward against the hands wrapped around her arms. They broke, or maybe they let go because they knew she was too late. Too late to save him. He broke the clearing and she screamed again. Running as fast as fairy wings could carry her. Jared locked eyes with her and he could see her pleading, “please god no.” But he was steel resolve, all cold, all calculating. They collided as thunder cracked, his arms wrapping around her. Hot lead seared into her side, into her shoulder, crack, crack, crack again. The bullets burnt lines through the air. Her body collapsed. She could feel warm blood spreading down her back. He growled, defiantly gently laying her to the side. He reached his will out toward the thunder and ripped metal and tore flesh. The smell of blood filled him as he reached to the left side. Bullets thundered from the surrounding troops, she watched them hit, hit, hit, hit, 4 maybe 5. He went down on one knee but his will remained unbroken. Soldiers screamed as their weaponry broke, and shrapnel tore flesh and shattered bone. But there were too many. Already the ranks reformed in front of them, the wounded and dying stepped on by the second group. They leveled off weaponry and fired. Jared ripped the right column of men apart, but his body jerked. Even his advanced healing rate could only cover so much damage. Blood was soaking through his shirt.
By Maili Paul2 months ago in Chapters
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 13: Into The Bowels of Hades
Sal and Hajime quickly re-established their routines, with a few noticeable differences. Hajime was able to maintain his morning meditation and the evening stint in the crow's nest, but his instruction in the ways of the sea was stepped up a bit. This meant that he had to deal with a certain of hazing, but he was learning a new profession. By the time he hit Bubastos, he knew as much as a journeyman sailor, and was able to sail a small boat by himself, or be part of a crew without embarrassing himself.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
The Ink of the Void
The rain in Glenhaven didn’t just fall; it wept. It was a thick, shimmering precipitation that tasted faintly of ozone and old regrets. I watched it from my office window, the neon sign of the Wyvern’s Tail Tavern across the street flickering in a rhythmic, sickly purple. Every time the light hit a puddle, it sent a ripple of violet through the grime of the street. It was the kind of city where even the puddles felt like they were hiding something.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 months ago in Chapters
Family Obligations Chapter Two
Cole took a deep breath through his nose as he exited the portal behind Davin, his daughter secure on his hip. The smell of home soaked into his pores and he could feel himself relax minutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter turning her head from side to side as she tried to take everything in. She tugged gently on his beard, something that made him smile since that had been what she’d done as a baby when they’d fallen asleep together. “Daddy,” she said in what he was sure she thought was a whisper, “is this Santa?”
By Reb Kreyling2 months ago in Chapters
Sacrifices For The Balance Chapter 8: The Investigations Get Serious
Lady Astor parked her electric SUV just outside the dog rescue. She had decided to start with Maddy Tennyson; even if she couldn't get her to commit to her cause, she could be useful in gauging the political environment. She had decided to go with the jeans and boots look; she was as ready to work as she was to talk.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 12: Finding Heaven Before Going to Hades
Hajime was smiling. He had just eaten a great meal and had been gifted the leftovers as well as a bag of takoyaki. The sun was in the sky with nary a cloud and he had a great job that involved a lot of travel. Better yet, his fortune cookie had said that his life was looking up.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 12: The Little Shoeshine Boy
The gargoyle dropped off the camera and flew out of the rook. Deezle the Defiler hooked the camera up to his laptop and proceeded to watch the footage. He became visibly more upset with every frame. At the end, he had to prevent himself from smashing the camera to bits or at least tossing it through a wall. He couldn't believe what he had seen; he hadn't expected the shade to survive; it was a minor demon at best and therefore imminently expendable, but it had practically died on arrival. The soldiers could have killed it.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
