Fantasy
The Reluctant Rider - Part 2
Part 2 - The Dragon Mark Staring into the eyes of the dragon, Sofia was transfixed. For a moment, it was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist, for she was drawn into his world. His red scales shimmered in the noonday sun, but it was his golden eyes that tethered her soul to his.
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Chapters
The Forgotten
Luther's POV Standing in the crowded marketplace, I watched the carriage carrying the queen parade by. I tried to hide in the shadows of my sister's market stall, not wanting to call attention to myself, for I knew of her demands for the humans that lived in this and the surrounding villages. Once you entered the castle, you either came out as one of them or never came out. I wanted neither scenario to befall me, and I should not have come into town today.
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Chapters
Romance & Love
Rain pattered against the café window, blurring the cobblestone street outside into an impressionist painting. Inside, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the gentle murmur of conversation and the rhythmic clinking of spoons against porcelain. In a corner booth, tucked away from the bustle, sat Evelyn, her nose buried in a well-worn paperback.
By Ata Muhammad2 years ago in Chapters
The Templar's Chronograph. **Chapter 4: Shadows of the Past**
As the days passed, Henri de Clairmont, a knight displaced in time, began to weave himself into the fabric of the 21st century with Elise Dubois by his side. Their days were filled with discovery, as Henri marveled at the advancements of modern society and Elise delved deeper into the mysteries of the past, guided by Henri's firsthand accounts. However, their journey of exploration took an unexpected turn when they stumbled upon a shadowy plot that threatened to unravel the very fabric of time itself.
By Echoes of Infinity2 years ago in Chapters
The Little Dreamer
The little dreamer rested with one arm tucked around his Teddy and the other tightly gripping his Blanky, his gentle brow as soothing as a soft kiss upon the cheek. The sun shone brightly in his untroubled dreams, the grass beneath his running feet soft and green, his little dog leaping happily beside him.
By bader alhatmi2 years ago in Chapters
Brandi
She had ascended to godhood for this purpose. Brandi donned her helm, her golden hair cascaded down her back. Stomping nervously beside her Loki sensed that she wouldn’t be taking him to battle. The black stallion was as perceptive as his name’s sake. Thinking of Loki stirred that constant pain in her heart. They were all dead; she was the last of Odin’s realm. She channeled the sorrow to anger and shrieked to the sky. The monsters had just grown as the evil in men had grown and they had destroyed the Norse warriors one by one. The lack of faith in men had destroyed most of the heavenly bastions, the soul prisons to weak and with no one to guide the dead they plagued the mortal realm. She could not stop all the evil, but she could stop this most powerful sluagh. She grabbed her spear and walked from the barn, giving Loki one final glance as the sun disappeared behind them. Starting at a jog, she quickly lengthened her strides, then with three long bounds her wings spread behind her and she took to the sky. The lights of Raiford quickly disappeared as the clouds engulfed her and she heard the sluagh shrieking.
By Maili Paul2 years ago in Chapters
The Templar's Chronograph **Chapter 3: A Knight Out of Time**
In a world far removed from the chivalrous order and sacred oaths of the Templar Knights, Henri de Clairmont found himself adrift. The bustling streets of 21st-century Paris were a cacophony of sights and sounds that bewildered his medieval senses. As he navigated this strange new era, Henri's armor-clad presence drew curious glances from passersby, their modern attire as alien to him as his was to them.
By Echoes of Infinity2 years ago in Chapters
The Templar's Chronograph **Chapter 2: A Leap into the Unknown**
In the heart of what once was ancient Paris, beneath the veil of history and time, Sir Henri de Clairmont, a knight of noble valor and curious heart, found himself at the mercy of destiny. With the ancient chronograph in hand, its intricate design and mysterious symbols pulsing with an otherworldly glow, Henri felt a surge of both trepidation and exhilaration. It was as if the very fabric of time was calling out to him, urging him to embark on a journey far beyond the reaches of his imagination.
By Echoes of Infinity2 years ago in Chapters
