Fantasy
Outsider: Chapter 29
Jarl was exhausted. He paused for a moment to lean against a tree. Strands of his long hair stuck to the side of his face and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. The Aldwood was not like the barren pass. Wild plants, trees and bushes were everywhere, together with long grass that caught in his feet as he ran. His knees were scratched from the number of times he had tripped and fallen. Knud and Astrid’s added weight made it all the more painful. Knud was not much better off. His red, curly hair limp and dirty. He had done his best to keep up with Jarl but could not match his long strides. Jarl’s entire right side was strained from Knud’s weight pulling him down with each hobble.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 15
Danny lay there as still as a corpse under the covers. His heart thudded faster against his ribs with every step the intruder took closer to his bed. The room was pitch dark save for the sliver of pale moonlight that crept in through the cracks in the shutters, shielding the intruder's identity...not that Danny would be able to see them very well anyway without his glasses. Soon however, he was able to make out a silhouette in his peripheral vision, standing directly over him. He tried to control his breathing and lie as motionless as possible, pretending to still be asleep. If he could surprise them, there was a chance - however slim - that he could overpower his attacker before they carried out whatever dastardly deeds they had come to enact.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Fawn Fae
It is a crisp and foggy morning amongst the pastures of evergreen mossy ground in the golden splotched forest floor. The rabbits yawn away their sleep, and clean their young for the busy day ahead of them. The sunrise bathing a herd of deer, whispering wind songs of song birds flittering wings and bidding chirps of the morning alarms to awaken the forest.
By Cinnaminnie4 years ago in Fiction
The Scales of Splendor-Chapter 3: The Question of the Hests
The fluorescent lights flickered in the downstairs of the Hest bunker. Weapons, clothing, and rations lined the walls and tables, respectively. Demmings and Flinden sat across from each other as the device ticked more casualties on their side. Demmings sighed.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Hex Cycle I: Secondary Scenes
Medyuh By The Sea (3030 CE) Sitting at a seaside resort next to Mareh Kazpyuh (formerly the Caspian Sea), Empress Atharvanh is attended by a retinue of handmaidens. She’s of tan complexion with tawny hair and verdant eyes. Flamingos frolic with pelicans in the water nearby while waiters serve libations to the ladies. Yet they soon see the arrival of a pair of Atharvanh’s spiritual counselors; High Priests of Kekh.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
