Everett Scaife
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I have always enjoyed writing and I have always dreamed of publishing my own series of science fiction books
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Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 5
The Librarian was mentally exhausted from the emotional trauma of the day. He gritted his teeth realizing that they were not about to execute the beast in front of him. What was it that the golem had called it? A Derboul? Knowing the name of the Outsiders didn't make them any less despicable. His body was also exhausted and the number of places across his being that began to scream at him increased by the minute as his adrenaline wore off. As much as he hated the idea of keeping the invader alive, he had to admit it was a genius idea: Use the enemy as combat training for the golem Q and for the boy Fluke. It was a good idea, but he didn't have to like the idea no matter how good it was.
By Everett Scaifeabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 3
Fluke twisted and threw the fishing net on top of the falling Outsider. The stones that acted as weights, let out a soft blue glow, and wrapped themselves around the warrior. The Librarian used his hand hold on the ankle of the downed assailant and rolled into a straight ankle lock of the creature's lower leg. With a short yell of exertion, several audible fleshy and bony pops could be heard, which made Fluke's stomach turn for a moment. The Outsider shrieked and panted now unable to escape the net or run. The Librarian took short gasping breaths lifting his mask for a moment to breathe easier.
By Everett Scaife7 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 2
When Migoene and Myene reached the beach they found the final boss waiting for them. They were both out of breath but to their surprise their enemy did not strike them in their momentary state of weakness. They focused all attention on this loan warrior now standing before them. He stood with his arms behind his back at attention, the sea breeze blowing caught the cape for a moment, lifting it occasionally. The crimson skies broke their dominance, and now the normal blue skies reigned supreme. Migoene looked for anything out of the ordinary, seeing only a small non sentient human fiddling with a fishing net not far away. Migoene whispered to Myene, "Leave the non sentient until the final boss is dead. If we get distracted for a moment I fear it will be the opening he needs. These humans have been dishonorable and brutal: that child is bait."
By Everett Scaife7 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass
The Librarian sat cross legged on the beach being bathed in the blood red light of the rift world. He worked hard to clear his mind of the emotional turmoil he now felt. The death of his two lieutenants had shook him to his core, for they were the closest thing he had to children, or brothers. They had chosen their paths, and their masks had been earned with him standing by to guide them. He had been filled with pride the day both of them had achieved their second advancements on their masks. Flooded now with memories of them, he fought to keep a level head with a fight now marching towards him. Several times he felt the cold slime of grief well up inside his throat, threatening to break his composure. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he forced his breathing calm.
By Everett Scaife7 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: Outsiders 4
When the two Derboul had stopped just before cresting the hill, they could not have picked a worse spot. The place they stood was the very place Kwernoss had used to range his bow and arrow skills. Several large deer had fallen in that very spot. Letting out a long slow breath, Kwernoss notched his arrow and drew his bow back waiting for the right moment. He felt the empowerment of his masks eye emblem steady his hand and even help guide his adjustments in the fine muscles to place a killing shot on the slightly larger of the two warriors.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: The Outsiders 3
Trueno felt his left arm be torn from his body by the force of the harpoon launched at him. He felt his head spin in shock from the pain and sudden blood loss now draining out of him. In this small moment of eternity, Trueno thought of the words he had said. He had never read a book in his life, but somehow in his moment of madness the words had flowed through him like an echo of long-ago ages. He felt that the words were a curse, a biding of fates somehow. He breathed in and smelt iron, dirt, and saw seagulls fly overhead. Reaching across himself he grabbed his own severed arm and yanked it loose from the cobblestone wall. With his last bit of energy he could muster, he threw the limb and harpoon at the beast that was walking towards him. The beast back handed the flimsy attack and the limb arced over its shoulder, clattering to the ground behind him.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: The Outsiders 2
Migoene, Myene, and Gettar stepped forward and pushed themselves through the energy barrier that glistened around the marble cube. The energy washed over them, making their skin prickle with slight discomfort. The stark contrast of lush vegetation and open air from the brutalist cathedral would have been disorienting if they had not been prepared for this very moment. They entered with no weapons wearing only their armor and masks. In symbolic tradition of the first violent encounters with humanity, they would only use weapons that they took from dead humans. The Derboul race used technology and weapons, but humanity had been cunning their advancements of war. Being physically smaller, more numerous, and technologically advanced had always been in the favor of humanity. When the Derboul understood and turned humanities weapons against them, the slaughter on both sides grew to literal astronomical levels of death and destruction.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: The Outsiders
Migoene arose from his slumber feeling the weight of the day before him. Sitting up on his bottom arms, he swung his legs down the side of the bed. With his top arms he rubbed his six eyes gingerly and then slapped his face. Standing up he stretched his body to his full height of two and a half meters tall. He marched forward to a mirror and examined his dark gray skin and white hair for any flaws. Each of his eyes were able to observe his reality from the electromagnetic spectrum and beyond. Starting with heat, he then switched to electrical field, and finally visible light. Everything was in perfect order, as was his duty as a Steward Initiate.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck Intro: 5
Fluke watched as the Librarian went to the shore and sat down in a meditative stance, on the surface he appeared relaxed as a shaman, yet his muscles and breathing exuded the tension of a compressed spring. The sky shifted again in its colors, now only red remained, casting a brilliant crimson across the island. In any other circumstance such colors would be picturesque, but with the knowledge that every change meant death was on the horizon, the severity of this moment could be felt in Fluke's bones.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: Intro 4
The Librarian and Fluke were overwhelmed by the presence of the goddess. Everything about her begged them to give her their attention, but the sharpness of her teeth, and the fierce lines hidden behind the exterior beauty whispered warnings of consequence. The deity raised an eyebrow and relaxed her weight onto a hip, crossing one arm across her waist and placing her other hand across her mouth to stifle a laugh.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck Intro: 3
Jogging to keep up with the Librarian, who was now making his way towards the peak that flattened into a plateau, Fluke had thousands of questions but no words to articulate his curiosity. There at the peak, was two stones for sitting, and an old weathered treasure chest. The Librarian let out a prolonged sigh and sat on one of the stones, gesturing for Fluke to take the stone opposite of him. As Fluke sat he took a quick 360 degree look at the area round the village. They were on an island, forest towards the rising sun. A stream ran from the hills down to the ocean, and on the opposite side of the forest was what looked like a stone field and quarry. The sky was a canvas of magnificent colors, painting an idyllic morning coast. Racing across the sky was what looked to be a glowing ripple of magnificent colors changing from blue, yellow and a hint of red. They slowly churned off into the distance beyond the horizon, where in the distance there appeared to be dark rain clouds forming.
By Everett Scaife11 days ago in Fiction
