Fan Fiction

"A mother
"A mother can take the place of everyone, but no one can take the place of a mother": Sara woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring at 6 am. She groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get out of her warm bed. But she knew she had to start getting ready for work. As she dragged herself to the bathroom to start her morning routine, her thoughts drifted to her mother.
By Ramoon Mal3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK VI
The island of the female warriors became the battleground for a conflict that transcended the mortal realm. The forces of darkness, led by the relentless Prince of Darkness, descended upon the sacred temple. As the battle unfolded, the female warriors fought with unwavering valor, their determination echoing through the enchanted forest.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Who Will Be Mine When I Am Alone
Who Will Be Mine When I Am Alone The apartment was empty and quiet as John sat on the couch, staring blankly at the dark TV screen. His roommate had moved out last week to be closer to his new job, leaving John alone for the first time in his adult life.
By Ramoon Mal3 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter Is Portuguese
Harry Potter is an orphan boy who lives unhappily with his aunt and uncle, the Dursleys. He receives a letter containing an invitation to join Hogwarts, a famous school specializing in training young wizards. Initially, Harry is prevented from reading the letter by his uncle, but he soon receives a visit from Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, who arrives to take him to school. Harry enters a magical world that he had never imagined, living different adventures with his new friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. And we already know the rest of the story, but why do I think Harry Potter originated in Portugal?
By Gonçalo Pizarro3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK V
"Memoria cadentium manebit in cordibus nostris," Elara chanted, her voice imbued with reverence, the ancient Latin spell resonating through the sacred grove. The coven members stood under the silvery light of the moon, their eyes reflecting the solemnity of the moment.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK IV
"Ex tenebris veni, in tenebris dominabo," the Prince of Darkness chanted as he arrived. The malevolent incantation reverberated through the desolation of Mount Doom, and the skies themselves seemed to recoil from the dark power that had been summoned. The very mountain quivered as the ground shattered beneath the feet of the sinister forces. The air grew heavy with foreboding, and the once-charred slopes of Mount Doom seemed to come alive, as if haunted by the nightmares of its past.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
A Coven most hellish
"Send your children, send them young, send them juicy, plump and spicy. We will stew them, cook and boil them, as we feast, their youth our treat".
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK II
The Veiled Enigma Coven, having pledged their unwavering devotion to the balance of magic, found themselves enveloped in newfound knowledge and the immense power bestowed upon them by the Obsidian Grimoire. They embraced this sacred wisdom with reverence, for it carried not only great potential but also great responsibility.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
The Coven's Secret
'In mystic realms of ancient lore, A spell to traverse time's grand floor. With words and will, we'll make it clear, To journey through the yesteryears.'
By Katya Danova3 years ago in Fiction
Brotherhood of Shadows
The Brotherhood of Shadows had unraveled the prophecy, and their preparations were complete. The cosmic alignment that the prophecy had foretold was drawing near, and it was time to journey to the heart of the mystical realms—the Veil of Shadows.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Coven's Relic Quest (Part 1)
Beneath the silver moon's mystic glow, in a circle of shadows, a coven of witches gathered, their incantations weaving a tapestry of magic into the night.
By WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE3 years ago in Fiction
The Triumph of Goodness
Once, in the mystical land of Devlok, where gods and demons waged eternal battles for control, there arose a demon king named Mahishasura. He was a fearsome creature, half-demon, half-buffalo, with a heart as dark as the night and a thirst for power that could never be quenched. Under his tyranny, the realm of gods trembled, and darkness loomed over the heavens.
By SuraLaL3 years ago in Fiction