Fantasy

Bull Crown Jewel
“The Bull Crown Jewel necklace. A rare mix of Black Opal and Tanzanite. Two of the world’s most precious jewels known to man. It is said that the wearer would be blessed with immense omnipotent power and hold favour in the eyes of the omniscient gods.
By Gracelee Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Face-to-Face
Selena was born with hair down to her elbows, which her father considered a sign of intelligence, and her mother a dangerous omen. Her hair grew rather fast too, and in fact, she had to get a hair-cut every week just to maintain the same length. She would wear it in a braid that reached the small of her back, fastened at the bottom by a ribbon of a different color every day. As a child, Selena was known for her long hair and her tendency to ask far too many questions. Her mother believed the reason for her robust head of hair was her intrusive curiosity, and that her brain couldn’t contain her inquisitive nature so it had to find a release some other way. When Selena would begin her incessant prying, which was often, her mother would shout “get out of that floating head of yours Selena, one more question and I’ll bring you back down to earth by your braid!” This never stopped Selena though, who would just hold on tightly to her braid as she continued to ask questions.
By Jean Loup5 years ago in Fiction
The Season of the Golden Bull
I was just a girl in the late Summer of 1944. It was the season of the golden bull, and all the chaos it brought to our little clapboard house with the train tracks running through the front yard, cutting the world into sections of here and there, have and have not, hungry and fed.
By Gregory D. Welch5 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Torment
Wandering through the frigid nothingness of The Veil offered little respite for the Old One’s eternal agony. The cold atmosphere combined with the swirling mist around the bull’s exposed flesh made the blood congeal, tendons freeze and muscle fibers tense in frigid structure.
By Catherine Guillotte5 years ago in Fiction
The Bow
Prologue Chapter One Two Weeks Later There was no way to describe the pain Quinn was feeling. Family and friends showered her with support, but their words only caused Quinn to feel emptier.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Bold Sir Samuel and the Bull's Bowl
Bold Sir Samuel launched himself through the air, soaring over the fence as he narrowly avoided the roaring minotaur’s charge. It rammed the fence beneath him. The flat part of its head between the sharp horns brushed the bottom of Sir Samuel’s pants. For one weightless moment, Sir Samuel knew what it was to be a bird, and then he crashed to the grassy ground outside the minotaur’s territory.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
Bryan Connor ThornBlossom
*The following journal was found by Brynn inside a magical labyrinth where monsters reside, and people go insane. The author of this journal, Bryan Connor ThornBlossom, son of Alexander Connor ThornBlossom, apparently tied his journal to the back of an animal in the hopes of being rescued. The following pages have been translated into the Common tongue where possible and serve as a warning to not underestimate the dangers of ancient magics. *
By Solina Silverfire5 years ago in Fiction
So Below
Lucan stood tall in the depths of hell. He couldn't go above, so he had no choice but to venture below. An explosion of fury and panic had imbued his mind. A white kind of rage he had never felt before, and he had lived a long time, took over his heart; making his blood pump in a way he actually felt truly alive. For the first time ever he experienced the grasp of fear tighten itself around his naked soul. Where is she? Was the only question worth repeating.
By sylvana lee-jones5 years ago in Fiction
Agidia The Warrior's Way
The ocean gently placed a salty kiss on his lips, and he awoke amid the tattered wreckage of his once beautiful ship. He stood and felt the warmth of the sun bath his face as he stretched and made note of every ache and pain that his body reported. Feeling only minor soreness and stiffness, he immediately turned his attention to the wreckage and retrieved his crate from the gaggle of timbers and cloth. He placed the trunk onto the sand and released the lock. An approving smile crept across Taxus’s hard face as the lid slid open, revealing the keen edges of his golden weapons. He raised up the broadsword and held it to the sun, turning it this way and that, from angle to angle, inspecting its keenness. When satisfied, he placed it on the sand as carefully as if it were a priceless work of art and scooped the ax from its resting place. He held its edges to the sun, canting it left and right, amazed at how perfect the balance was. When finished, he gingerly laid it by the sword and returned to the trunk. He removed a short, black, saffron robe and slid it over his shoulders, fastening his weapons belt around his waist to hold the robe in place. There was a black sack, which he knew would contain his rations, honing stones, and fire sticks. He slid his arm through its sash so that the sack hung snugly to his back. He drew up his weapons slid them through the loops of his sword belt and headed down the white, sandy beach at a comfortable trot, enjoying the gentle breeze as the air parted before him and the sweet, new smells carried to his nostrils.
By JT SPIDA5 years ago in Fiction
The Bull
This has to be a dream, right? Lexi kept the thought to herself, but considered pinching herself like they do in the movies. Her bedroom overlooked the main floor of the shop. She’d been woken up by a loud crash from below. It was the table collapsing under the weight of a large bull that seemed to be tinted blue.
By Jay Villin5 years ago in Fiction
The Fault in our Labyrinths
As he descended past the great stone bull and into the deep, intoxicating darkness of the labyrinth, Theseus sighed. It was going to be a long day.
By Origami5 years ago in Fiction
The Village of Baphel
Calael had just cleared the mountain pass, bringing a small village into view. Smoke puffed through the chimneys of small cabins and he could hear the sound of livestock and some small chatter. As he approached the town the bustle was a little more apparent, though, there were not as many people as he had expected.
By Evan Jarvis5 years ago in Fiction