Fantasy
Last of the Mastiff Riders, Part 3
Tirn’s figure quickly reemerged from the shadow and was once again bathed in the moonlight, granting Ferun a brief respite from the tightness that had dug its way into his chest.Ferun and Yesola seized the opportune moment to close in just as he turned his back from the shack they had been waiting in. Their hoods drawn low, concealing their features, they moved with calculated silence.
By Michael Bivens3 years ago in Chapters
Prologue: The Babe in the Woods
Lavinia’s toes scraped the ground with every slow stride she took. The skin around her tired lavender eyes glowed bright red against her porcelain complexion, looking puffy and lumpy and decidedly out of place on her otherwise flawless visage. She was so certain it would work this time. It should have worked. She’d completed every rite to the letter, followed every detail and done exactly what the Old Texts decreed: she’d fasted at the appropriate times, sacrificed to the appropriate Goddesses – twice – and endured the brutal mating ritual until she thought her body would break. And yet, despite all that hard work, agony, hope, and suffering… here she was in the exact same circumstance as before.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Chapters
The Enchantress' Challenge: The Cavern of the Dead
Kavarus had thought Shadesmere was dead, in the sense that it was bare and lacking in human presence, but now he realized he wasn’t quite right. Shadow’s End is like the personification of Death himself. A living, breathing entity that is waiting over your shoulder to take you out at the precise moment you show any weakness. Where Shadesmere was eerie in its quiet emptiness, Shadow’s End is thrumming with an undercurrent of impending doom.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Chapters
Fire & Ash
I remember the scent of burnt flesh most clearly. It’s nearly impossible to describe to someone who hasn’t experienced the smell for themselves. Ask anyone who has though, and they’ll tell you; No matter how often you bathe, or what pretty little perfumes you might spray yourself with, no matter how many years pass, you can’t ever completely rid yourself of it.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Chapters
Syrinx the Nymph
Pan, Πάν, the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, rustic music and impromptus, and companion of the nymphs, was a very handsome god. Until there came the day when his appetites for fair wood nymphs, the protective creatures of nature, would get him in trouble with the Goddess Artemis. He was a horny egotistical tyrant who pursued the wood nymphs continuously and annoyingly.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Chapters
Dogs In Art and Literature
Title: "A Loyal Muse: Canine Presence in Art and Literature" Introduction: Dogs, often referred to as "man's best friend," have held a special place in human culture for centuries. Beyond their roles as loyal companions, protectors, and helpers, dogs have also played a significant role in shaping art and literature. From the captivating portraits of aristocratic pooches to the heartwarming tales of courage and companionship, the bond between humans and dogs has left an indelible mark on the creative world. This article delves into the intriguing and evolving relationship between dogs, art, and literature.
By Tesla Movement3 years ago in Chapters
In the vibrant city of Miami
In the vibrant city of Miami, where the sun kissed the shores and the rhythm of salsa danced through the streets, a new chapter in sports history was about to be written. This story unfolds with a team that captured the hearts of both locals and soccer enthusiasts around the world: Inter Miami CF.
By Abdul Aziz3 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: The Ball
Be sure to Read First: Prologue//Chapter 1: The Queen is Dead...Again Everything was ready for the ball. To be honest, Jonathan always looked forward to these parties. On top of all the dancing and young girls fit-to-be-wed, there were narcotics and booze, and it was the one chance that many of them got to have a decent meal. Jonathan enjoyed watching starving people eat. They would make themselves suffer all at the one chance they had to be a glutton. But then again some of these sad sacks of sagging skin and bones really needed the calorie boost.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Chapters
"Scooby's Tale: A Journey of Unbreakable Bonds"
In a quaint, traditional cottage nestled amidst the embrace of nature, we curated a world of enchantment. Our abode was adorned with a kitchen garden, a verdant sanctuary where vegetables and herbs flourished, while passionfruit vines gracefully intertwined with plum trees and tree tomatoes, creating a whimsical arboreal dance.
By Temjenungla Imchen3 years ago in Chapters
