Fantasy

Eclipsed by Flame – Part I
The sky bled with smoke. From the ridgeline above Myrrhal Crag, the land below looked like it had been clawed apart by fire itself. Where wheat once swayed in the wind, only blackened stalks remained, waving like funeral flags. Homes stood as hollowed husks, their timber skeletons still glowing with ember-light. The air shimmered with rising heat, distorting the world as if reality itself had blistered under the flame.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
The world did not shatter in one moment. It cracked, slowly. Softly. Like ice underfoot. Mary sat in the chapel’s heart—surrounded by whispers, and two men who weren’t quite men. One with eyes like ink and snow for skin. One with eyes like stories never written.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Chapters
Infinite Extraction
Announcement: In one minute, innate talents will awaken based on each person’s four-dimensional attributes and nature." "Reminder: Talents are ranked from F to SSS. F is the lowest; SSS is the highest."
By Muntasir Mubinabout a year ago in Chapters
"Whispers of the Wind: A Journey Through the Hills" Part- 01
Whispers of the Hills (Part- 01) The road to the hills was winding, narrow, and flanked by tall pine trees that reached for the sky like ancient sentinels. I had been planning this solo trip for months, craving an escape from the noise of city life. The moment my car began its slow climb into the hills of Himachal Pradesh, I could feel the tension leave my shoulders, replaced by a growing sense of calm and curiosity.
By abu kwsher sikder2 years ago in Chapters
Neon skies. AI-Generated.
In the year 2179, the city of Vireon never slept. Its towers scraped at the clouds, armored in chrome and blinking with data-streams that cascaded like waterfalls. The sky above, once blue, now pulsed in artificial hues—electric pinks, sickly greens, cobalt blues—reflected from the ever-present neon that bathed the streets below. Drones zipped through midair highways. Holographic ads called out in a hundred languages, and the air buzzed with static.
By Chxse2 years ago in Chapters
The Prince of Whispering Pawns
In the ancient kingdom of Lunalith, nestled between twilight forests and forgotten ruins, there existed a realm unlike any other—one governed not by kings or queens, but by familiars, you know the magical animal spirits who served the old bloodlines of witches, mages, and prophets. Among them none were more revered than Puja, the Prince of Whispering Pawns.
By Cadma2 years ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 24: The Land That Doesn't Forget
Getting into her cousin's car, Camille looked over at Emily and gave her a big smile. "Thanks so much for coming to get me, Emily," She beamed, closing the door. "I'm really excited to go explore the East side."
By Amanda Doyle2 years ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Drowned Part 5. Top Story - April 2025.
The compass spun faster now. Not wildly, but with purpose—always tilting toward the east, even when Elira turned it in her hands or pressed it to stillness. The spiral engraved beneath the glass glowed faintly with a tide-washed blue, and every so often, it pulsed like it was syncing to a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
The village had changed. The houses were still there, but the people were not. What remained wore their skins—smiling too wide, eyes too dull. They moved through rituals, living by the light of a sun that hadn’t risen in weeks.
By E. hasan2 years ago in Chapters
The Accidental Archivist - Chapter 1. AI-Generated.
Kenji Tanaka sighed, the sound almost lost in the quiet hum of the Grand Library. Another Tuesday, another customer asked for a book with a blue cover about? Dragons, or something like that. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses feeling familiar and steadying as he dealt with the vague request.? I ! I'll do my best,? He said, his voice soft but sure. He pointed the man toward the fantasy section, even though he suspected the book was probably in mythology, or maybe even historical fiction. The man grumbled about incompetent librarians and wandered off, leaving Kenji to his cart of returned books, neatly organized as always. He truly loved the library. The smell of old paper and leather, the quiet respect of the readers, the comforting order of the Dewey Decimal System. It was his safe place, where everything made sense. But sometimes, just sometimes, he wished for a little adventure. Maybe a dragon. Or even just finding a misplaced semicolon that led to something exciting. He glanced at the clock. Almost lunchtime. He imagined himself climbing mountains, fighting monsters, or maybe just finding a good ramen place that wasn't so far away. The bell above the entrance rang, announcing someone new. Kenji prepared himself for another unclear request, another test of his organizing skills. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the screen:?Mom.? He sighed. He loved his mother, but her calls were always? A lot. He silenced the phone and let it go to voicemail. He'd call her back later. Maybe. He went back to sorting books, his mind wandering back to his daydream. He pictured himself as a brave explorer, mapping unknown lands, and discovering lost cities. He chuckled quietly. Kenji Tanaka, explorer. The thought was almost funny. As he pushed his cart toward the shelves, he saw a book tucked away in the restricted section. It was old, bound in dark leather, and had no label. It shouldn't have been there. The restricted section was his area. Every book was listed, checked, and stored safely. This one was completely out of place. Curious, Kenji carefully took the book from the shelf. The leather felt strangely warm. He ran his fingers along the spine, looking for any marks. Nothing. He opened the book, his heart beating faster with a feeling of secret knowledge. The pages were filled with strange symbols and drawings, unlike anything he had ever seen. The writing was elegant but also foreign. He flipped through the pages, his curiosity growing. In the middle of the book, he found a single page covered with a complicated inscription. It looked like a spell. He frowned, unsure. He knew he should tell his boss about the book, but the inscription? It seemed to be calling to him. He felt a strong urge to read it aloud. Taking a deep breath, Kenji began to read the strange symbols, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet library. " *Aethelgard? Vocatus? Ad? Mea? Regna?*" As the last word left his lips, the library around him began to shimmer. The air crackled with energy. The shelves swayed, the books shook, and a bright light filled the room. Kenji gasped, dropping the book as a swirling vortex of colors opened in front of him, pulling him in. He reached out, grabbing for something, anything, but it was no use. The Grand Library, his safe place, his world, was gone.
By Md Hasan2 years ago in Chapters
1/0: Entries from the End Times
<participant id = 1> fished a spare loonie from her pocket, then fed it into the slot in the shopping cart’s plastic-caked handle, freeing it from the chain that entangled it with its neatly lined siblings.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Drowned Part 4
The rain hadn't stopped in two days. Not the usual kind of storm either—it moved wrong, spiraling in waves over land, creeping up riverbanks and flooding low valleys in hours. Villages inland were seeing tides roll through their streets, saltwater in their wells. Birds vanished from the skies. Fish leapt from empty air.
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Chapters