Fantasy

Ch 2~ Settling In
Frannie tried to listen as it was explained; she did, but everything after adoption was a bit of a blur. Smiling and nodding, holding herself together just long enough to get to her bedroom, as soon as Gerdie closed the doors behind her, Frannie finally broke down into bawling tears. It was all too much for her.
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Chapters
The Forest of the Forgotten
The morning mist clung to Nova like ghostly fingers as Amnity adjusted her canvas backpack for the third time in the last five minutes. Ellie could tell the cold morning air was already starting to get to her. It made her smile. as she checked the supplies in her bag one last time. Rope, check. Water, of course. A small knife, and her mirrors, in case they get stuck in a bind.
By Parsley Rose 7 months ago in Chapters
The Dream Guardian
Duncan had always been a vivid dreamer, but she'd never fallen through her bedroom floor before. One moment she was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep after a particularly exhausting day at the bookstore where she worked. The next, she was tumbling through swirling colors and impossible geometries, her stomach lurching as gravity became a suggestion rather than a rule.
By Parsley Rose 7 months ago in Chapters
An End of Gods & Dust: ACT VI. Content Warning.
“You must guard the webs you weave that make dreams into flesh. Many beings will cherish those webs because they are spun out of magic that lives in the heart.” - Dreams Made Flesh by Anne Bishop
By Amanda Starks7 months ago in Chapters
The Codex
Avea stood beside Dolunay with the Pillar of the Cyntherial moon ignited behind them, with a burning ultram blue. Glowing brightly with those strange symbols almost like scripture along the pillar, flickering as they tried to morph clearly unsure of how to become one. Dolunay's massive body overshadowed her, with a completely stone face. He refused to look down at her, instead directing those cold black eyes to the rest of his fellow galad, as though he were sizing them up for battle. Avea could feel the pulsing current between them from uniting their uri, she might as well have blacked out standing on her floating rock in front of this monster that had brought her mother here. She recalled the movements Dolunay made, they were measured, controlled, and it was almost for a single moment he thought he was alone. Until the mark glowed brightly on his forehead and his uri shot out towards Avea.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
CH 1~ Waiting Out The Unpleasantness
Things had been so quiet, so serene for the entirety of “the unpleasantness,” as her sisters had been calling it, that Francine had trouble believing anything beyond the borders of their estate was amiss. Yet, she was sure something must be happening, or her father, Grantline Honorium Duke of the Nethervale, wouldn’t have sent them all out to their castle at the Nethervale months ago?
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
One day, in a brilliant flash of light, Sparta, the time-traveling corgi, found himself in a mystical land filled with ancient prophecies and enchantments. The air shimmered with magic, and strange, colorful plants whispered as he trotted past.
By Carolyn Patton7 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
It was an ordinary day in the garden, or so Pandora thought. As the sun cast golden rays across the blooming flowers, she strolled with her loyal corgi, Sparta, who sniffed eagerly at the air. But then, Sparta’s antique watch, always hidden beneath his fur, began to twitch and glow.
By Carolyn Patton7 months ago in Chapters
The House at the Edge of the Orchard
The House at the Edge of the Orchard Clara parked her car at the foot of the dirt lane and sat for a moment, watching the house appear through the thinning mist. It stood at the edge of the orchard like a sentinel, weathered but proud, its white paint now chipped to gray. The apple trees behind it swayed gently, their branches heavy with fruit, just as they had been when she was a girl.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Chapters
The Claimed
As she stood among the seven claimed, all Avea could think about was her mother's face, with her pleading eyes begging her to leave, to understand. But she didn't understand any of this, only that the longer she indulged the Supreme, the more entangled she would become. The so-called 'claimed' had configured themselves into a circle around the Supreme, all perfectly aligned within the Octave. They all stood in order of their lunar moons, and Avea, as the eighth moon, was the last one to complete the cycle.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
In the cobblestoned streets of Victorian London, where gas lamps flickered and fog rolled in like a curtain, a most peculiar partnership was about to begin. Sparta, the time-traveling corgi, found himself trotting along Baker Street, intrigued by the chatter of busy streets and the mysteries that hung thick in the air.
By Carolyn Patton7 months ago in Chapters
Adding to the Collection. Content Warning.
She just stood there with the silver spear in her hand, blood dripping from the tip; standing over the werewolf that had just attacked her family. Just a girl of twelve years with little to no skill in combat, she had just acted on fear. Chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her fast heartbeat, she fought to catch her breath along with her thoughts. Fists clenched tightly over the shaft of the spear knuckles white, gray eyes searching over the bodies of her mother and father who now both lay motionless feet away from the beast they had fought to protect her from. The swimming feeling in her head had become overwhelming, it felt like her stomach was rushing up to meet her throat; and it was. Dropping the spear where she stood, she dropped to her knees catching herself with her in the dirt; her body wretched up everything she had eaten for breakfast with her parents. Leaning forward on her knees, Revna coughed and spit what little she had left in her mouth. Staring down at what she just expelled she was void of any feeling of what she saw before her; all she knew was at that moment she no longer had parents to care for her on their little farm just outside the Northern village of Hraereksgil. Getting to her feet she picked up the heavy silver spear that belonged to her father, carrying it to the small home her mother kept neat and tidy; she sat it up against the door in the same place her father would put it after his hunts. Keeping her hand on the shaft of the spear a moment longer than necessary, she closed her eyes not wanting to return the massacre lying several feet from the front door. All she wanted to do was wash up and go lay down in her bed till the next day; dream that everything was okay. No, Revna was a twelve-year-old girl facing reality, forcing herself to be the big girl her mother always encouraged her to be and face her problem head on. Nightmare really was what she was facing, a horrifying nightmare where she was now an orphan and had to figure out how to survive the coming winter alone.
By Alina Anthony7 months ago in Chapters