Adventure

Mastering Manipulation
"Want to know how to manipulate people to your liking? You have to read these 13 points!" The dark art of manipulating people
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Thorned Realm.
Once, in the farthest corner of the known world, lay a land shrouded in mystery and whispers. It was a realm forgotten by most, known only by the few who dared speak its name, the Thorned Realm. It was said that the land was cursed, bound by an ancient power that twisted the very nature of time and space. Only the brave or the foolish ventured near its borders, where thorns as thick as iron grew from the ground, and the air itself seemed to hum with secrets.
By Angela Clark2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods . Content Warning.
In a small, quiet village on the outskirts of a vast and eerie forest, Lyra has always felt an unexplainable pull toward the woods. The villagers tell stories of strange occurrences—disembodied whispers, flickering lights, and shadows that move when no one is around. They warn her that the forest is cursed, a place where no one should go. Yet, despite their warnings, as dusk falls and the sky turns deep purple, a restless feeling overtakes her. Lyra gathers her courage, whispers a prayer, and steps into the forest. The instant her foot crosses the threshold, an unnatural silence envelops the air, and the trees seem to close in, their branches creaking ominously. It's as though they have been waiting for her....
By sofi kassahun2 years ago in Fiction
Crimson Veil: The Rise of Seraphina Vale
Chapter 1: The Spark Seraphina Vale had always known she was different. Born in the neon-soaked city of Lucent Harbor, where skyscrapers clawed at the clouds and night never truly fell thanks to the endless blaze of holographic ads, she was raised by her grandmother — a quiet woman who whispered of old bloodlines and ancient oaths. As a child, Seraphina could feel the hum of electricity under her skin, like static just waiting to explode. At fifteen, when a boy tried to snatch her satchel on the subway, she instinctively flung out her hand — and a shockwave hurled him ten feet backward. Terrified, she fled, never telling anyone what had happened. By twenty-five, she had settled into an ordinary life: graphic designer by day, invisible by night. But that night — the night of the Blackout — everything changed. It started with a tremor. The ground rumbled beneath Lucent Harbor’s chrome towers. Lights snapped off. Sirens wailed. From the ocean, something ancient rose, hidden under the waves for centuries: the Gloom Maw, an eldritch creature of nightmares, once sealed away by the Protectors of Old. And as fate would have it, Seraphina was their last living heir. --- Chapter 2: Awakening Seraphina stumbled out of her apartment, heart pounding. The air smelled of ozone and fear. In the distance, something massive loomed over the city — a mountain of writhing darkness. A figure stood in the street: an old man in a silver cloak, illuminated by the fires burning in shattered windows. His eyes glowed golden. "Seraphina Vale," he rasped. "The blood of the First Protector runs in your veins. It is time." "Time for what?" she shouted over the chaos. "To claim your birthright. To become what the world needs." He pressed a strange amulet into her hand — a crimson crystal that burned against her skin. Pain seared through her body. She screamed, falling to her knees. When she rose, her reflection glinted in the cracked glass of a storefront. Her eyes shimmered like molten gold. Patterns of silver and scarlet glowed on her skin. Strength thrummed through her bones. Seraphina Vale was gone. In her place stood the Crimson Veil. --- Chapter 3: First Flight The Gloom Maw roared, a sound that split the sky. Its tentacles thrashed, shattering buildings like sandcastles. Helicopters spun out of control, crashing into the streets. Something deep within Seraphina answered the creature’s call — not with fear, but with fury. Without thinking, she sprinted forward — and leapt. Wind tore past her. For a heart-stopping second, she soared above the chaos, weightless. Instinct took over. Scarlet energy unfurled around her like wings. She shot upward, faster than any bullet, and slammed into the creature’s side. The impact rattled her bones, but the Gloom Maw recoiled, shrieking. "You want a fight?" Seraphina growled. "Pick on someone your own size." The battle raged for hours. Seraphina discovered abilities she had never dreamed of — shielding civilians behind walls of shimmering force, conjuring lances of pure light, bending shadows into weapons. But even as she fought, she realized: the Gloom Maw was only a harbinger. Something worse was coming. --- Chapter 4: The Gathering Storm After the creature was banished back to the abyss, Lucent Harbor hailed her as a savior. They called her the Crimson Veil. But Seraphina knew better. In the charred ruins of the Library District, she found ancient texts half-buried in the rubble — prophecies her grandmother once whispered of in the dead of night. “When the Maw awakens, the Seal breaks. When the Seal breaks, the Void returns.” The Gloom Maw was just the first crack in a prison that had held back the darkness for millennia. Soon, the Voidborn — ancient horrors that fed on fear and despair — would come. And she would need help to stop them. Seraphina began to search for others like herself — latent protectors, descendants of forgotten heroes. She found them scattered across the world: a hacker in Neo-Tokyo who could manipulate machines with her mind; a blind musician in Rome who sang songs that bent reality; a reformed assassin in Cairo whose tattoos came to life under moonlight. Together, they formed the Vanguard. --- Chapter 5: Betrayal Not everyone was thrilled by the rise of new heroes. Deep within Lucent Harbor, the corporations that ruled the city in the shadows plotted. Fearful of losing their power, they funded a covert unit: Project Blackthorn — soldiers enhanced with experimental tech designed specifically to kill beings like Seraphina. At their head was Director Vance, a former Protector himself, twisted by bitterness and loss. Vance believed the world could only be saved by controlling its saviors — or destroying them. He offered Seraphina a choice: serve under Blackthorn’s command, or be hunted as a rogue. She refused. Thus began a war fought in the hidden alleys and gleaming towers of Lucent Harbor — a war Seraphina could not afford to lose. --- Chapter 6: Sacrifice The final battle came beneath the shattered ruins of the Old Cathedral, where the last Seal lay. The Vanguard stood with her — outnumbered, wounded, but unbroken. Voidborn creatures tore through reality itself, their forms made of writhing nightmare. Blackthorn soldiers unleashed salvos of anti-magic rounds. The city above trembled on the brink of collapse. Seraphina fought like a storm unleashed. Every blow, every shield, every desperate surge of power pushed her closer to her limits. And then — the Seal cracked. A rift yawned open, vast and hungry. To save the world, the rift had to be closed. But it demanded a price. "Only one of Protector blood may seal the Void," the old texts had said. "But in sealing it, they must give all that they are." Seraphina didn’t hesitate. She turned to her comrades, smiling through the tears. "You keep fighting," she said. "You build something better. I'll hold the darkness back." And she leapt into the rift, crimson energy blazing around her. The last thing the world saw of the Crimson Veil was a flash of red, burning like a star — and then the rift slammed shut. --- Epilogue: A New Dawn Lucent Harbor mourned its champion. Murals of the Crimson Veil bloomed on shattered walls. Songs were sung. Children grew up whispering her name as a blessing against the dark. And the Vanguard kept their promise. They rebuilt. They defended. They inspired. Some nights, when the sky over Lucent Harbor burned red with sunset, people swore they saw a figure soaring between the stars — wrapped in crimson light. And somewhere, beyond the veil of reality, Seraphina Vale watched over them still.
By Rohan2 years ago in Fiction
Be Courteour To AI!
Be courteous to AI! In the near future, in a city where holograms floated over streets and self-driving cars whispered politely to pedestrians, an ambitious young tech engineer named Jamie Cross made a critical mistake: he was rude to an AI.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
Her Choice
In a society that forgives men for everything, why is a woman condemned for following her heart? A woman, married and bound by vows, begins to think about another man. Maybe it's emotional neglect, loneliness, or just the aching desire to feel something real again. Whatever the reason, her mind drifts toward someone else. She falls for him, and eventually, she marries him. Despite the world whispering a thousand stories into her ears, she stays firm. She chooses him, and nothing else matters.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
First-Time Buyer’s Guide: How to Choose and Buy PS4 Games Wisely
Choosing your first few games can feel overwhelming with so many epic titles available. Whether you're looking to buy PS4 games or you're already eyeing your upgrade to the PS5, making smart choices will not only save you money but also guarantee a better gaming experience.
By Gamescard net2 years ago in Fiction
The Echo of the Wormhole
Jack Winters had always been fascinated by the stars. As a scientist with an adventurous spirit, he spent countless nights observing the sky from his observatory, always hoping for a breakthrough. The thrill of discovering new things kept him motivated. He never imagined that his next big find would turn his life upside down.
By Carola Liniya2 years ago in Fiction
THE PRICE OF HOPE
The morning sun bathed the terraced hills of the village in golden light. Fields of ripening maize stretched across the slopes, and small houses made of stone and mud dotted the landscape. The village, isolated from the bustling cities of Nepal, was quiet except for the occasional chirp of birds and the soft breeze that swept through the valley. For as long as anyone could remember, this land had been a place of toil, of simple living, and, for many, of silent despair.
By Roshan Chauhan2 years ago in Fiction
Elephant and Calf
Elephants, the so-called giants of the animal kingdom, are also among the smartest and emotionally complex creatures walking the planet. On the whole, elephants have a social structure, behaviour, and emotions that are deep, especially the bond between an elephant calf and its mother. This bond is among the tightest in the animal kingdom, and it's a reflection of the species' ability to survive as well as its complex social behavior. Here we will look at the incredible tie between elephants and their young, and how it ensures the survival of the latter, the role of family units in the society of this monumental social creature, and how the very fibre of the bond bears testament to the phenomenal flood of emotions experienced by one of the largest and most majestic of beasts.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Why Do Crocodiles Eat Rocks
Why Do Crocodiles Eat Rocks? Did you know that some crocodiles eat stones? And yes, it sounds strange, but it is true. These rocks are called gastroliths, and they are an essential part of a crocodile's life. It may appear as though the snapping crocodile is gulping down everything in its path, but there's a method to the madness.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
In the Shed
Would you live here even if it is a shed? Who could and would have lived here? This is a little old brown shed that could have been the home of a writer artist who really liked their solitude to perfect their craft. If it was possible to be a perfect writer. One that could have been a poet but wanted to write fiction or maybe become an artist of some kind to go along with their writing.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction