Fantasy
The Magic Vortex of Star Island
Chapter 1: The Lost Map In a remote fishing village, eighteen-year-old Aria, with her long black hair and inquisitive eyes, spent her days writing stories about magical realms. One evening, while tidying up her basement, Aria discovered an old book covered in dust, revealing a map to a mystical place known as Star Island, which only appeared once every hundred years.
By kevin steven2 years ago in Chapters
6th Ave: . Content Warning.
The beautiful summer day was somehow different this time. Climate change has been playing with us lately, making vine crops not produce same as last year. Craig was concerned, perhaps the crop was not delivering producing at least over last year's crop.
By Chacha Jaramillo2 years ago in Chapters
Revival
Aaron walked until the setting sun made it too dangerous to carry on. His skid was becoming harder to drag along behind him because the snowpack was melting into rivulets of ice water. He decided that tomorrow he would leave his trusty sled, along with a portion of his supplies, behind. What items he would take and what would be left behind should have been foremost on his mind, but it wasn’t.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Chapters
The dark side of love
Or dark side of love: or que nadie habla, but everyone needs to know Love is often portrayed as beautiful and wonderful, a feeling that illuminates our lives and makes us feel complete. However, love also has a dark side that is rarely discussed. Love can be painful, frustrating and sometimes even destructive. In this article, we’ll explore the dark side of love and what no one talks about but everyone needs to know.
By Jaime come2 years ago in Chapters
The true art of seduction
The true art of seduction: how to conquer the love of your life Seduction is an art that many people want to master. However, the true art of seduction is not about games or manipulation techniques. It’s about being authentic, confident and captivating. In this article, we’ll explore the keys to mastering the true art of seduction and winning the love of your life
By Jaime come2 years ago in Chapters
The Princes. Content Warning.
The morning sun had yet to rise against the hills of the tribe’s land, though all of the wolves were awake and ready much too soon for even the most ambitious wolves of the True North. Many groups were clumped together in an odd attempt to surround the camp of elven raiders, a rather young one sniffed the air and prodded one of the leaders in the shoulder, “Are you all sure these are elves? They seem more like us over their kin.”
By Trey Dawkins2 years ago in Chapters
The Princes
The two men sat close to the raiding camp, so few would even dare trespass let alone have the audacity to raid the tribe’s shores like this so it was of the utmost importance that the two sons of the chief come to investigate the raiding party. The oldest of the two, Goðþormr, bigger of the two as well bearing the almost platinum blonde hair of their father and the piercing blue eyes bore down on his younger brother, Beinviðr.
By Trey Dawkins2 years ago in Chapters
The Princes. Content Warning.
“And so the Council of Wolves gathered before the blood stained wolf, there the three white wolves and red wolf of the farther clans heard the young wolf’s plea. He cried he only wished to be accepted but this crime was too much as it crossed the boundaries of nature. The red wolf calmly proclaimed he would never accept a black wolf, that there and then the black wolves would carry a single curse from now till the end of time. All who were born of their blood would contain the same blood rage that consumed the young wolf and they would be cursed with the same blood red eyes that afflicted the young wolf as well but some will rise as that would be the only mercy the red wolf would give. Then the white wolves said-”
By Trey Dawkins2 years ago in Chapters
The Princes
The morning that rose after the night of revelry and joy, a night Torta hid behind booze and women to hide his deepest pain that he lost his own wife to his oath and love for his brother. He awoke to find the camp all in movement, to stow all rations and equipment upon the ships of the elven people, fashioned for their trips between worlds back when the Watcher allowed the Bifrost be open to all worlds freely. As the rising dawn glared into Torta’s eyes, he could do nothing but take a deep breath of relief as he began to realize this would be the final voyage to Midgard and he could be free of this duty. Torta quickly realized he was the first to awaken this fateful day and quickly jaunted over to the tower, a small tower built in a day of random material from the nearby trees which housed the horn of the tribe or otherwise known as the House Horn which was used to call forth the elven house’s forces to attack or gather for battle so Torta took a deep breath and blew upon the horn to awaken his people.
By Trey Dawkins2 years ago in Chapters
The Princes
Torta takes a moment and blinks then wipes his eyes with his hand as if trying to remove sleep from it as he stands before a grand forest with the most exquisite trees and animals dancing about. As the young elf sighs and shakes his head, he takes a step forward and the almost mirage like image fades to a bustling camp with the raucous sound of weapons being prepared by the elven smiths and warriors practicing their sword play with some of the fae servants and slaves. One in particular, a strong looking fae man with a dull sword and wooden shield stood before a shirtless elf who stood a good head taller with a muscle bound form that was uncommon for the elven folk and a shocking set of red locks that framed his battle scared face. The elf swung with one of his two swords upon the fae and as it connected with the fae’s shield, splintering a corner of the wood, the elf almost seemed to float around the fae and take his other blade close enough to the fae man’s throat but stopped before contact.
By Trey Dawkins2 years ago in Chapters
