Lydia Booker
Bio
Just someone here to tell a story. A story of another world, of new people and places, of adventures beyond imagination.
Are you ready to hear them?
Stories (29/0)
Phantom
I remember it was early one morning in the region known as Halvera Valley. The large land was mostly forests, hills, and towns. It was simple, full of mortals and their mediocre lives, all just trying to get by as the government and the wizard continued to fight for territory ownership.
By Lydia Booker2 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Haven
Chapter 1: It all begins with a girl Jake walked down the hallway of his school early that morning. He watched as leaves fell outside through the windows along the one wall. Even the large pear tree that his class planted and raised over the years was finished for the season. He liked autumn. It was a beautiful time of year.
By Lydia Booker3 years ago in Fiction
Treaty for Emeralias
The kingdom was in high spirits as everyone celebrated. The party was grand and beautiful, full of charming, rich people and high-class royalty. The proud king sat on his golden throne with the symbol of a golden bull etched into the high back. A large grin spread across his face as he laughed with some other royals who were congratulating him. Few didn’t know about the recent discovery of mines full of some of the finest gold in his region. Many of the guests continued to suck up to the now very rich king in hopes of getting a piece of the action.
By Lydia Booker3 years ago in Fiction
Kylia and the House of the Veil
I woke to a soft warm breeze against my bare arm. I opened my eyes to find light, though still dim as the sun hadn’t quite risen above the horizon. I sat up with a yawn, taking in my large, beautiful white marble room. Lovely marigold flowers collected for me to warm the cold winter atmosphere sat in beautiful vases.
By Lydia Booker3 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
"Rydian?" "Rydian, can you hear me?" "Please wake up, Rydian. Please." I groaned and opened my eyes to see Cleo above me. Her eyes were big and full of tears. She was dirty with soot and dust while small fires still clung to places around the torched room.
By Lydia Booker3 years ago in Fiction
