Fantasy

Ch.4 True Love
Was she wise to trust Peter? TRUE LOVE Any fears the old Tsarina had would have quickly faded had she seen how Peter had cared for Rebecca. Thousands of miles away, in his native country, America, Peter loved Rebecca. He made sure that Rebecca had her own room, new clothes and would see her every day, talking to her and looking into her eyes.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
Ch.3 The Curse
He would break the spell somehow, he loved Rebecca. THE CURSE A few months later, the Tsarina fell pregnant with her first child. As always, the Tsar was delighted, but did wonder if it really was his. This new wife was such a flirt, even with the servants! The sons of the Tsar were away on official business. The Palace seemed quiet without the chatter of his only daughter. Heartbroken by her absence, the old Tsar lit a candle for Rebecca in the Palace Cathedral. It was here that he suddenly remembered his mother, though why he did not know.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
Ch.2 The Spell
The Tsar soon found out that life would never be the same again. THE SPELL Opening her eyes to the song of a blue-bird, Rebecca could feel the warm sunshine on her face. It was a glorious day, with a perfect blue sky, the roses in the Palace gardens basking in the summer morning. Hearing her father’s voice underneath the window, Rebecca danced up and opened the French windows just in time to see her father and three brothers riding off towards the village. Strange as it seemed, life had quietened down. Although her new stepmother had completely changed the Palace, with new colour schemes, new furniture and even new historical pictures, this young woman was clever enough to get her own way without causing any upset.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
The Russian Princess Doll
THE PERFECT LIFE Looking over the rich green gardens, the Tsar of Russia couldn’t help but feel proud of his only daughter. Having three older sons, Rebecca was most welcome being the only daughter and the last child. With long, curly, raven-black hair, a very trim figure and pale complexion, Rebecca was the beauty of the Russian Court. Her mother, the Tsarina, loved her dearly and lavished attention on her only daughter. Being so much younger than her brothers, this beautiful seventeen year old felt completely safe, and her brothers almost fighting each other to protect her.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Slayer P2
Sweat soaked the man encased in the dark gritty armor hours later as he rounded another turn in the maze of hallways that had lay beyond the far door of the perfect hall. The narrow stone halls he strode through now were that of any fortress or castle he had walked, gray stone and torches that lay too far from each other to throw a sufficient amount of light to guide one’s way.
By Brier2 months ago in Fiction
Burden
"You are a coward!" " A what!? " "You, all of you. Eldar or whatever you freaks call yourselves. Ha! I've met a smattering of you, and in human terms let me tell you that's a lot, each and every one is Corruption-bent. 'Do not suffer the orc to live,' is the proverb, isn't it? But you run at the first sign of-"
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Slayer. Top Story - August 2026.
Doors of steel and wood from lands half the world away began to swing shut, crafted by hands that had turned to dust centuries ago in the crypts that lay far below the hall they allowed access to. They cast shadows as tall as the watchtowers of some mighty fortress as they silently stole the light from the massive room, extinguishing the howling winds that ripped at the overgrowth that had assaulted what had once been fields and orchards for miles around the structure.
By Brier2 months ago in Fiction
The Prince of War
The wizard was relaxing, reading a copy of the Wizard’s Weekly , when the Prince burst into the room. If said Prince (never forget the Capital!) had been paying close attention, he would have seen the headline on the Wizard’s Weekly change, from “Whatever is the Bishop Getting Into, With the Countess of Markesham?” to “Pissant Prince Bursts Into Wizard’s Chamber, This Should Be Good.”
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
Twisted Fate
His letter was clear, filled with deceit and his final mandate. She had one hour to decide, but she knew the decision was already made for her. How could fate be so cruel? Katriona crumpled the note in her hand and watched it roll across the ancient wooden floor.
By KA Stefana 2 months ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Library
The scroll-keeper Senmut had worked in the Great Library for thirty years, and in all that time he had never once seen the lowest vault opened. It sat beneath the reading halls of Alexandria like a held breath, sealed with a bronze door bearing a single carved eye — wide, unblinking, rimmed with the sacred markings of Horus.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction
The Unseen Runner
The dust of Olympia had not yet settled from the last chariot race when Alexios first saw the stranger standing at the edge of the stadium track.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction
What the Stone Remembers
It was the only sense left to her that did no harm. She could smell the rosemary before her fingers found it, could feel the give of ripe fig against her palm, could hear the bees working the thyme that grew wild along the cave's mouth. What she could not do — had not done in longer than she cared to count — was look at any living thing and let it stay living.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction