Fantasy
Outsider: Chapter 43
Garðar rode into the camp with a cloud of dust behind him. He did not even wait for his bison to stop before he jumped from the saddle and ran towards Ulf’s yurt. His elation was plain to see as he shouted the same phrase again and again. “The mountain! The mountain!”
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
MR. Violence: Returns
Rapheal Jameson aka MR. Violence aka RJ to his friends, A guardian angel who has been living among humans for centuries but after taking on Dracula in the 1500s and fought in countless wars until 1650 where he decided to buried his MR. Violence's persona and went back to Heaven and took punishment from his brothers and sisters angels and his father God who sented him to purgatory to aid human souls that die without purify their souls to show them the way of purification so they can graduated to heaven if they can't purify their souls. They will stay in purgatory for all etentity. Rapheal would become the first King Of Purgatory.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
Guardians
PROLOGUE Even in a world full of magic, life, and wonder, there will always be darkness seeking to bring these beautiful things under its shadow. A constant battle between light and darkness, good and evil, and everyone caught between. For over one thousand years, the harbinger of shadow had gathered his strength. Defeated, but impossible to destroy, and hungry for revenge.
By Caleigh Smeltzer4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 41
Astrid breathed a loud sigh of relief as she saw the tall red walls of Waidu ahead of them. Under her clothes she could feel the heat radiating from her infected shoulder and an unbearable itchiness under her skin. The tremors in her hand were becoming more and more difficult to hide from Jarl.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 40
Halvard sat down at the edge of the table, exhausted. Eilíf sat down opposite him and leant her head down on the table, too tired to eat the food Holmvé had made for them. Halvard ripped the bread beside his soup into tiny pieces and dropped them into the bowl for them to soak. He had barely had four hours sleep. Most of the night had been spent going from cordon to cordon with water and food. To make matters worse, three more cordons had been built in the east tunnels. Three cordons too many to supply with the few soldiers he had. Added to that, many of the bodies still had not been moved and the rats had already started to cause problems. Many soldiers, áðr’s and even the lágr hilmir refused to touch the bodies of the dead and dying, despite the threat of demotion.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 39
Jarl was fast asleep, wrapped in the wolf skin. Astrid unwound her veil from around her neck so she could push aside her tunic and look at the wound on her shoulder. She shivered as she lifted the side of her tunic and undid the bandages that were tightly wrapped across her chest, shoulder and upper arm. An angry red sore glared up at her. The skin around the large scab was a bright, irritated pink and flecked with streaks of red from where the scab had been scratched away. She swore under her breath and pulled her tunic back down over her shoulder. Quietly, she crept back over to Jarl and rummaged through her bag, searching for a small clay flask of honey wine at the bottom. Before she poured it over her shoulder, she walked far away enough so that Jarl would not hear her if she cursed.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 38
“How many left?” Halvard grumbled. His back was so sore he felt as though it would snap at any moment. “Five.” Halvard growled in frustration and paused to sit down on one of the steps of the nearby houses. The rest of the squad sat down with him and tucked their baskets between their feet. They were all exhausted.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 37
It only took a few hours for lack of sleep to take its toll. Astrid watched as she ran alongside the pony. Jarl’s eyes were half closed. She said nothing until they stopped for midday to allow the pony to rest. Jarl dismounted, sore and tired, and sat down heavily on the grass. She had pretended not to notice that during the last few days they had spent in the Aldwood, Jarl had been unable to sleep well. He was worried about Knud, worried that Loba would fall back on her promise, but most of all worried about what lay ahead. Astrid’s sleep had not been much better although being numb with exhaustion was not so alien to her. After countless years of guiding traders and travellers across Ammasteinn, the numbness from lack of sleep was not as much of a hindrance as it was for Jarl.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 36
Systa rolled over slowly and leaned towards the fire to push a few of the unburnt logs into the coals. The itchiness around her wound was almost unbearable and it was all she could do not to scratch at the bandages around it until her skin bled.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
