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A Blade for Her Name Part 5
Snow fell like memory in the Vale of Blackroot—soft, steady, ancient. The sky was a pale wound above jagged cliffs, clouds stretched thin like torn vellum. Beneath the weight of that silence, the air felt heavier, as if holding its breath for what came next.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
Untamed by Glennon Doyle: In-depth Review
I'll be honest with you—when I first picked up this book, I thought I was just grabbing another self-help memoir from the shelf. What I didn't expect was to find myself completely undone by page fifty, questioning every assumption I'd ever made about what it means to live authentically. This masterpiece isn't just a book; it's a seismic shift waiting to happen in your living room.
By Soibifaaabout a year ago in Chapters
A Blade for Her Name Part 4
The ashes still clung to Elira’s cloak when they reached the edge of the ghostlands. They left Varnhold burning behind them—its vaults, its secrets, its execution orders—and entered a silence unlike any other. No birds. No wind. Just the soft crunch of frost-covered earth beneath their boots and the memory of Mael’s dying breath echoing like a curse in Vaelin’s ears.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
ATFBoru: Mysterious Terms About ATFBoru
Introduction Have you noticed the term ATFBoru appearing in search results, websites, or keyword tools lately? You’re not the only one. Many internet users and SEO professionals are seeing this term pop up with little to no explanation—and it's creating a buzz.
By Muhammad Rizwan Aslamabout a year ago in Chapters
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.---- The Priest-King loses his connection to his power and his land by embracing foreign objects and practices (the throne, crown, clothing, marble floors, and even the blood ritual itself). His brother, the High Priest of the Dark God, helps him realize that true power comes from being rooted in his own land and identity.----It all started with a dizzy spell. One minute I was the Priest-King, crown on my head, performing a ritual, and the next, I was almost on the floor. My ornate crown clattered away, making a racket. Just as I thought I was going down, a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back up.
By MD Melonabout a year ago in Chapters
The Locket
The Locket How many days have I waited? And now, I realize not one of them was in vain. Not a single tear wasted. In just a few hours, she’ll be in my arms again — and I have no doubt this will be the best chapter of our lives. Her room is almost ready, just as she remembers it: open and airy, quietly inviting, with the soft hum of traffic and voices rising from the street below. I smooth the sheets one more time, then pause at her desk, her sacred little space, to adjust the flowers. A tender arrangement of yellow and cream roses, soft pink peonies, delicate ranunculus, and tiny waxflowers. I’ve framed one of her favorite quotes and selected a few pens from the stationery store. And now, the afternoon light filters through the window, casting a dreamlike glow over the room.
By Emmaabout a year ago in Chapters
A Blade for Her Name - Part 3
It was raining by the time they reached the foothills of Kareth’s Hollow. Not a soft, forgiving rain—but the kind that carried weight, the kind that remembered the dead. The trail beneath their boots had dissolved into mud hours ago, and the cold made its way beneath cloaks and armor, into joints and breath and silence.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 5. Content Warning.
If you haven’t read the first four parts of this story, then please follow the links below in order to get proper context before reading part five.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Chapters
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 4
The young knights were exhausted, dripping in sweat and famished as Kris easily fought each of them, barely breaking a sweat as she smirked at their weakness to herself, careful not to let anyone see. Kris began dismissing the young knights to rest and eat for lunch, when she was interrupted by a fully suited knight, sword drawn. The young knights seem to recognize the armored knight, and instantly knelt down keeping their eyes to the floor. Kris on the other hand, rose, as if challenging the armored knight to speak. “Come to join us?” Kris smirked, unimpressed. The knight had strong plated armor. The mask of his helmet covering his face. “I’ve come to test your might, Krisanthanese.” “I don’t respond to that name.” Kris snipped with anger, “Why don’t you take off your helmet and show yourself. Or are you always this cowardly?” Kris retorted, the young guards quietly gasping and glancing upwards to see what the knight would do. The armored knight sheathed his sword, placing his hands on either side of their helmet and as the golden locks of Coy’s hair unfurled, Kris was all the more eager to engage in a skirmish. “Ah, Coy.” “That’s Prince Coy to you.” “Call me as I requested and I’ll do the same.” Prince Coy smirked, “You know, I see why my brother is so fond of you, Kris.” He hissed my name with a petty grin. “Your ability to push the envelope on royal customs and norms is, well, admirable.” “At least I’m loyal.” “Loyal? You willingly came along with me, with addition of the Queen’s command of course. You call that loyal?” “I’m bound to the Queen, I do what she asks without question, yes.” Kris was confused by Coy’s questioning, as they began circling each other. “Ah, so you chose to follow a command, leaving your kingdom vulnerable without their most fierce knight. Most of all, you left your Prince, heir to the throne, heartbroken and in despair.” “I am simply a knight, one with great honor and skill. I am bound to the Queen, and I do not play with emotions, I have a task and I fulfill it.” “Yet, here you are, training the very kingdom that attacked yours. What loyalty?” “I have no choice.” “We all have a choice, Kris. I chose you because it was a deeper wound to my brother than any physical attack.” “What do you mean?” “The fact you don’t know is quite amusing.” “Out with it then.” “My brother is in love.” “Surely you don’t believe that Prince Roy is sabotaging his graces with Lady Helena and her father because he’s in love with me?” “It’s quite clear, and my cavalry scouts brought word this very morning that Prince Roy has vanished from his kingdom.” Vanished? Why would he leave our people? This agreement is about to get broken, or very very messy. “Ah, do you realize it now?” “I don’t believe you. Love breaks a warrior, makes them weak.” “Yes. Which is why you will be battling him upon his arrival.” My heart sank, as if completely leaving my body. It’s true I have feelings for Prince Roy, but I have trained myself to suppress them. “I’ll leave you to prepare, unless…” Kris stood in silence, her eyes on the floor, still in shock from Prince Coy’s command. “Unless, you agree to be arranged to me, to be my betrothed, and spare Prince Roy’s life.”
By Sibley Shamraabout a year ago in Chapters
A Blade for Her Name Part 2
The fortress rose like a scar from the bones of the mountain. They saw it by dusklight—its jagged spires clawing at the bleeding sky, its walls grown over with rune-veined stone that pulsed like veins beneath skin. The air was thin here in the Spine, and each breath came with a bitter aftertaste—magic long-soured by cruelty.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
Why I keep writing, even though no One is reading my Stories
Only thinking and continuously thinking lead to overthinking. Overthinking leads to demotivation, and slowly you become lazy and anxious.
By Iqra Aslamabout a year ago in Chapters
1/0: Entries from the End Times
In the end, I walked backwards into the woods. Now, the woods were empty, starlight shimmered through the antler-like branches, and scissors hovered over my body.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Chapters