Fantasy

Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 3: EMERALD Pailin’s ears woke first. A thousand voices stomped on his swelling head while a dark and swirling world pushed Purge into his body. Damp dirt and moss filled Pai’s lungs with each breath. He felt hardness and wetness beneath his weight.
By Jeffrey Scott2 years ago in Chapters
Boundless
I've touched many things in my life, but in this era love has been more so a gift more than anything else. The winds comfort my sorrows, when the rain falls, we cry together. When I have felt alone in a state of demise, something inside me pressures the purpose of life and the light within I have suppressed for many years. What a beautiful pain it is to breathe despite everything around me. I have felt alone, and maybe I am so, out in the cold. Until warmth finds me, I shall have a heart of ice to keep myself alive. What else am I supposed to do in this cold but survive? I met someone long ago but, our existence together begs many questions in my mind.
By Alexis Gibson2 years ago in Chapters
The Clever Jackal and the Greedy Lion
One blistering summer, the timberland encountered a horrendous dry season. Food and water turned out to be scant, and the creatures of the woodland developed frantic. Among them was a strong lion named Raja, who was both dreaded and regarded by every one of the animals. As the dry season proceeded, Raja became hungrier and more bad tempered.
By shohagweb072 years ago in Chapters
One Deer and one Mice
Quite a long time ago, in a peaceful woods, carried on with a delicate deer named Delia and a shrewd mouse named Max. Delia, with her exquisite horns and agile developments, was appreciated by every one of the timberland animals. Max, little however intelligent, was known for his genius and courage.
By shohagweb072 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as the pulse of Ancient Magic thrummed through her. The clearing, encircled by sentinel-like trees, was her sanctuary, a place where the whispers of nature spoke to her burgeoning power. With a calm exhale, she extended her arm, her fingertips dancing in the air as if plucking the strings of an unseen harp. A gust of wind obeyed her silent command, rustling the leaves around her in a crescendo of whispered secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Karma Is A Bitch
Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, lived a young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known for her radiant beauty, but those who knew her well understood that beneath her charming exterior lay a heart cold as ice. Her beauty had granted her many privileges, and she wielded them mercilessly to get what she wanted, often at the expense of others. Isabella worked as a seamstress in the village, a skill she had inherited from her late mother. Her mother had been kind and gentle, a stark contrast to Isabella's calculating nature. Though her craftsmanship was impeccable, Isabella had a reputation for overcharging and underdelivering. She exploited the villagers' trust, using her beauty to manipulate and deceive. One day, a new family moved into the village. They were humble and unassuming, and they brought with them a mysterious air. Among them was a young man named Luca, who quickly became the talk of the village. Luca was not only handsome but kind-hearted, a combination that drew people to him effortlessly. Unlike Isabella, Luca's warmth and generosity were genuine, and he soon became a beloved figure in the village. Isabella, intrigued by the attention Luca received, decided she would make him hers. She approached him with her usual charm, expecting him to fall for her as others had. However, Luca, perceptive and wise beyond his years, saw through her façade. He treated her with courtesy but maintained a respectful distance. Isabella's frustration grew. She wasn't accustomed to rejection, and Luca's indifference was a blow to her ego. She began to devise ways to win his affection, each more manipulative than the last. She started spreading rumors about other women who showed interest in Luca, tarnishing their reputations and driving them away. She enlisted the help of her few remaining friends to create scenarios that would place her and Luca together, hoping to spark a connection. Despite her efforts, Luca remained unaffected. He continued to treat everyone with kindness, including Isabella, but his heart remained untouched by her schemes. Isabella's obsession grew darker, and she became increasingly desperate. Her once-beautiful exterior began to reflect the turmoil within, and the villagers started to notice the change in her demeanor. One fateful day, an elderly woman named Nonna Maria, known for her wisdom and insight, visited Isabella's shop. Nonna Maria was revered in the village for her knowledge of herbal remedies and her uncanny ability to see into people's hearts. As she examined a piece of fabric, she spoke to Isabella in a soft, yet firm voice. "Isabella, my dear, I see a darkness in your heart. Your beauty has been your blessing, but it is also your curse. You must change your ways before it is too late." Isabella, defensive and angry, brushed off Nonna Maria's words. "You don't know me," she retorted. "I do what I must to survive." Nonna Maria sighed, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Remember, child, karma is a force that cannot be escaped. The energy you put into the world will return to you threefold. Choose wisely." Isabella dismissed the old woman's warning, but her words lingered in her mind. Days turned into weeks, and Isabella's schemes grew more elaborate. She spread a particularly vicious rumor about Luca, hoping to isolate him and make him vulnerable. The village, however, knew Luca's character and refused to believe the lies. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Isabella found herself alone in her shop, consumed by her thoughts. The silence was broken by a gentle knock on the door. Startled, she opened it to find Luca standing there, his expression solemn. "Isabella, we need to talk," he said. She invited him in, her heart racing. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Perhaps he had finally realized he loved her. Luca sat down, looking her straight in the eyes. "I know what you've been doing," he said calmly. "The rumors, the lies, the manipulation. I don't understand why you would go to such lengths to hurt others." Isabella's face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "I did it because I love you!" she exclaimed. "I wanted you to see that we belong together." Luca shook his head, his eyes filled with pity. "Love doesn't work that way, Isabella. Love is about honesty, kindness, and respect. You can't force someone to love you by hurting others." Isabella felt a surge of rage and desperation. "You're just like everyone else," she spat. "You think you're better than me, but you're not. You'll see." Luca stood up, his expression resolute. "I hope you find the peace you're looking for, Isabella. But until you change, I can't be a part of your life." With that, he left, leaving Isabella alone with her anger and regret. Days turned into weeks, and Isabella's actions began to catch up with her. The villagers, once charmed by her beauty, now saw the ugliness within. Her business suffered, and she found herself increasingly isolated. One night, as a storm raged outside, Isabella sat in her shop, staring at the flickering candlelight. She was haunted by Nonna Maria's words and Luca's rejection. Her heart felt heavy with the weight of her actions. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the depth of the hole she had dug for herself. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door flew open. Nonna Maria stood in the doorway, drenched from the rain but with an aura of calm and authority. She stepped inside, her eyes filled with compassion. "Isabella," she said softly, "it's not too late. You can still change. You can make amends and find redemption." Isabella sobbed uncontrollably. "How? I've done so many terrible things. No one will forgive me." Nonna Maria placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You must start by forgiving yourself. Acknowledge your mistakes and seek forgiveness from those you've wronged. It's a long and difficult journey, but it's the only way to find peace." Isabella nodded, her heart heavy with remorse but also with a glimmer of hope. She knew she had a long road ahead, but she was determined to make things right. In the months that followed, Isabella began her journey of redemption. She apologized to those she had hurt, made amends where she could, and started to live her life with honesty and integrity. It was not easy, and many villagers were skeptical of her change, but she persevered. Luca, watching from a distance, saw the transformation in Isabella. He saw her genuine efforts to become a better person and began to soften towards her. One day, as she was helping a young girl mend her torn dress, Luca approached her. "Isabella," he said gently, "I've seen the changes you've made. I'm proud of you." Isabella looked up, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Luca. Your words mean more to me than you know." As time passed, Isabella and Luca grew closer, their bond built on mutual respect and understanding. Isabella's heart, once cold and calculating, began to warm with genuine love and compassion. She realized that true beauty came from within, and it was this inner beauty that finally won Luca's heart. In the end, Isabella learned that karma was not just a force of retribution, but also a path to redemption. By facing her mistakes and choosing to change, she found the love and peace she had been searching for all along. The village, too, came to see her as a different person, and she earned their trust and friendship once more. And so, in the rolling hills of Tuscany, Isabella's story became a testament to the power of karma and the possibility of transformation. She lived her life with a newfound sense of purpose and joy, knowing that the energy she put into the world would always come back to her, threefold.
By Leroy payne2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's fingers trembled ever so slightly, not from doubt but from the sheer magnitude of the moment as she stood before the Ancient Altar. Beside her, Ewan was a pillar of strength, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. They were flanked by the craggy walls of the grand hall, where the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows over the faces of those gathered.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's gaze swept over the bustling construction site, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword—a habitual comfort rather than a present necessity. Aileana stood beside him, her red hair a fiery contrast to the gray stones that would soon form the protective walls around their burgeoning village. The air rang with the symphony of clinking chisels and thudding mallets as workers, their faces set with determination, heaved heavy boulders into place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hand trembled slightly as she pushed open the heavy oak door to her father's study. The room was steeped in shadow, save for the flickering glow of the hearth and the single oil lamp that pooled light across the scattered parchments on Cormac Glenroth's desk. Her breath seemed too loud in the hushed expanse of the room, each inhale sharp with the tang of old leather and parchment.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The battle had raged like a tempest, but now all that remained were the echoes of war cries and the defeated hush of an enemy vanquished. Aileana's chest heaved, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps as she stood beside Ewan, surveying the littered expanse where the Ancient Evil and its minions lay still in their eternal defeat. The air was thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and charred flesh, a grim tapestry of victory.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hands trembled as the parchment slipped from them, the words of Ewan's capture echoing through the chambers of her heart like a mournful dirge. Her breath caught in her throat, shock rooting her to the spot for one still moment before fear ignited her spirit into action.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
"Another village falls," gasped a winded messenger, stumbling into the great hall where nobles and warriors had convened in an urgent assembly. His eyes were wild with fear, his message carrying the weight of impending doom. "The Black Mist—it spreads unchecked."
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters