Fantasy

Darkness Beyond The Ice 4 (STORY)
— — Chapter 3<< >> Chapter 5 ### **The Fortress of Screaming Crystal** Tiamat is not a city — it is a **living paradox**. Its spires pulse with light stolen from dead stars,
By Ethan Cole2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 1: The Missing Persons The fluorescent lights of the Rockhaven Police Department's forensic lab cast harsh shadows across the evidence laid out on the steel table. Sarah Mathews pushed a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she leaned closer to the grainy security footage, her green eyes narrowed in concentration. Three separate case files were spread around her workstation, seemingly unrelated until she'd spotted the pattern.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Hand Book of Alagor chapter 1 Part 1
The desert heat scorched all of Grozonia, making the gravel on the ground tremble. Hearing the sound of competitors, the spectators fixed their eyes eagerly on the finish line.Creatures from every race and planet had gathered, shouting at the top of their lungs. An old man with octopus limbs lunged forward and cried out,
By Şahin Gökalp Coşkuntuna2 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Dancer . Content Warning.
My name is Jolene Croft, I am a dancer. I was dancing on stage tonight. It was my fifth performance of the day. I asked Lilith, the stage manager, if I could take the nights off to go to night class. I was sick of dancing. She said no. I said what about days. She said no. I told her I quit, but she locked all the doors and wouldn’t allow me to leave.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveled Threads
Unraveled Threads In a small, nondescript town, a peculiar shop called Timekeepers stood between a bakery and a hair salon. It was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each ticking at different rhythms. The shop’s owner, an elderly woman named Matilda, had once been a renowned horologist. Now, she spent her days winding the clocks and sipping chamomile tea, her gnarled fingers deftly adjusting gears as the minutes slipped away.
By Faceless Lim2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Cereal Heist of Apartment 12B
Every morning at precisely 8:03 AM, Gerald Fumbleton shuffled into his cramped kitchen like a man on rails. It was not that he particularly enjoyed breakfast—he considered taste a distraction—but routine was everything. He would open the third drawer from the left (always the third, never the fourth, lest disaster strike), extract a single, unremarkable spoon, and approach the pantry. There, without fail, sat his box of Quantum Oats™—the cereal engineered by shadowy scientists to taste like absolutely nothing but to fill the void deep in your soul where meaning used to reside.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
"From the Forgotten, whispers"
"From the Forgotten, whispers" That night, it rained a lot, pounding against the old house's windows in a pattern that unnerved Noah. The rain outside nearly drowned out the crackling sound of the flames as he sat by the fireplace. After his father's recent job loss, his family had recently relocated to this isolated, dilapidated farmhouse in the hopes of finding calm. Noah was not so sure, though. The house felt off, with its groaning flooring and odd odors. Something that did not wish to be discovered seemed to be concealed by the walls themselves.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
EPISODE 2: THE AWAKENING OF POWER
but Luiz Fernando felt no relief. The night he had just gone through seemed like a distant nightmare, but its remnants still lingered in his mind. The accident, the blue stone, the strange energy... Everything felt surreal, as if the universe had given him a second chance, but at a cost he still didn’t fully understand. Sitting on the couch in his small apartment, Luiz Fernando stared at the blue stone, now resting on his table. It was brighter than ever, but the light seemed to come from within, as if it had a life of its own. He extended his hand, hesitating, and touched the cold surface of the stone once again. A tingling sensation ran down his spine, like an electric current passing through his body, and once again, he felt overwhelmed by the energy. This time, he was more prepared for the experience. The stone seemed to respond to his presence, and Luiz Fernando felt as though he were being filled with something much larger than himself. “Is this... what's happening to me?” Luiz Fernando murmured, his voice a whisper, as though speaking to the stone. He closed his eyes and focused. The energy seemed to vibrate in his mind, as if it were connecting his deepest emotions to the reality around him. He felt a surge of power growing inside him, a power he could barely control. The sensation was overwhelming, but it wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, mental, and in some way, spiritual. Something inside him was transforming. When he opened his eyes, Luiz Fernando realized that the shadows in the room seemed sharper, the colors more intense. He could hear the sounds from the building next door with surprising clarity, even the footsteps of people on the street. But the most impressive thing was what he felt about himself. He was stronger, more focused. The power of the stone was real. He didn’t know exactly how or why this was happening, but the fact was that he now had abilities he could have never imagined possessing. “I need to understand this...” Luiz Fernando thought, rising and walking toward the window. He looked outside at the city that had once seemed indifferent to his pain. Now, it seemed different, almost as if he were seeing the world with a new perspective. But the change wasn’t just external. He felt something inside him that he had never experienced before: control. Control over his thoughts, his emotions, and perhaps, over the fate that had once seemed so cruel and unchangeable. With a sudden impulse, Luiz Fernando turned away from the window and walked toward the door. He felt the need to move, to explore, to test the limits of what he was beginning to understand. As he stepped out of the apartment and walked through the streets of the city, Luiz Fernando felt the energy flow through him. He could see things with a new clarity — each person, each gesture, seemed to have a hidden meaning, something he hadn’t noticed before. The world was more vivid, more full of possibilities. But at the same time, there was a feeling of unease, as though he was only beginning to understand what was behind all of this. But life wasn’t ready to leave Luiz Fernando in peace. Suddenly, a feeling of danger surrounded him. He looked around and saw a group of men approaching a convenience store to his left. Their behavior seemed strange, aggressive. Something inside him made him focus on them. He took a step toward the scene, but was soon interrupted by a scream. The victim was a man trying to leave the store, but the men were intimidating him. Luiz Fernando knew what he had to do. Without thinking, he approached. The energy within him exploded, and he stretched out his hand toward the aggressors. In an instant, he felt the stone's energy flow, and a pulsating wave of power erupted from his fingers. The air around him seemed to tremble, and the men fell to the ground, stunned, not understanding what had just happened. Luiz Fernando stood frozen for a moment, watching what he had just done. He didn’t know exactly what he had done, but the force he felt was palpable. The aggressors got up, confused, but didn’t hesitate to flee. He stood there, speechless, absorbing everything that had just happened. The power was in his hands, but he still didn’t know how to use it in the right way. What he did know was that his life was changing forever, and that he now had the power to shape his destiny — and the destiny of others. But what Luiz Fernando didn’t know yet was that this new journey would bring more challenges than he could have ever imagined. TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 3
By Luiz O freitas2 years ago in Fiction
EPISODE 1 – THE ASCENT OF LUIZ FERNANDO
Luiz Fernando always had big dreams. Since he was young, he imagined himself conquering the world, living a life full of accomplishments. But in reality, everything always seemed to slip through his fingers. He spent his life trying, but the opportunities never came as he expected.
By Luiz O freitas2 years ago in Fiction
Raj aka Yamraj: The 16-Year-Old Terror Who Became the Face of Death
✅ Introduction: In this world, some people are remembered by their names, while others by their deeds. Raj is one such name that has now become a symbol of terror. Just 16 years old, yet his presence strikes fear into the hearts of people. While the world knows him by his childhood photo, his true form is Yamraj – the messenger of death. His eyes carry destruction and his silence brings doom. No one knows what he looks like today. The world still clings to his childhood image, but in reality, he has become something far more dangerous and sinister. Those who have seen his face never lived to describe it. --- 🔥 1. Raj’s Childhood: The Birth of a Menace Raj wasn’t like the other kids. While his peers dreamt of becoming doctors, engineers, or artists, Raj dreamt of chaos. His childhood was a prelude to the dangerous force he would become. Fights at school: Even at a young age, Raj was known for his violent tendencies. He would pick fights with children twice his size and always came out on top. His merciless gaze and fearless attitude made him notorious. No friends, only rivals: Unlike most kids who surrounded themselves with friends, Raj was always alone. He didn’t need anyone – he saw emotions as weaknesses. Stubborn and rebellious: Raj lived by his own rules. He never obeyed authority and was expelled from multiple schools. Teachers feared him, students avoided him, and parents warned their children to stay away from him. Despite his young age, Raj's violent reputation spread like wildfire. --- 💀 2. The Transformation into Yamraj By the time Raj turned 16, he was no longer a mere boy – he was a force of nature. People no longer saw him as a human being. To them, he was Yamraj – the walking embodiment of death. Silent and deadly: Raj rarely spoke. He believed that words were meaningless – actions were all that mattered. His enemies often realized this too late. No regard for the law: Raj didn’t care about rules or consequences. He created his own code of justice – one driven by power and fear. Dreaded by all: Even those who had never met Raj feared him. His name alone was enough to paralyze people with terror. In every corner where Raj’s shadow fell, fear followed. He was no longer a boy – he was Yamraj. --- ⚡ 3. The World Only Knows His Childhood Image One of the most bizarre facts about Raj is that the world has only seen his childhood photo. A face lost in time: The only image of Raj that exists is from his childhood – a seemingly innocent face, unaware of the terror it would one day bring. An unknown identity: Though Raj roams freely, no one recognizes him. His present-day face remains a mystery, hidden behind the memory of his boyhood photo. A ghost in plain sight: Those who claim to have seen him vanish mysteriously, leaving no witnesses behind. Despite his growing infamy, Raj’s identity remains hidden in plain sight. The only image people associate with him is of an innocent child – unaware of the monster he became. --- 🌪️ 4. The Empire of Fear: Raj doesn’t need weapons or henchmen – his mere presence is enough to terrorize even the bravest. He is the storm that destroys everything in its path. The lawless Yamraj: Raj is untouchable. His influence spreads across the land like a plague. Even the law avoids confrontation with him, fearing the consequences. No mercy: Raj has no concept of compassion. He leaves no room for negotiation – only destruction. Living nightmare: His victims describe him as a ghost – appearing out of nowhere, delivering punishment, and vanishing without a trace. Raj rules through fear, with no face, no trace, and no mercy. --- 🌍 5. Raj’s Sinister Reputation Though Raj remains invisible to the public eye, his reputation spreads like wildfire. His name alone strikes terror into the hearts of criminals, authorities, and civilians alike. A legend at 16: At just 16 years old, Raj has achieved what most crime lords fail to accomplish in a lifetime. The faceless executioner: No one knows what Raj looks like, but his actions are infamous. His childhood image has become a symbol of terror, while his true form is a mystery. The boy who became a god of death: Raj’s enemies call him Yamraj because he brings nothing but death wherever he goes. --- ⚡ 6. Yamraj’s Deadliest Weapon: Fear Itself Unlike ordinary criminals, Raj doesn’t need a weapon – he uses fear as his most powerful tool. No guns, no knives: Raj’s deadliest weapon is his presence. His silent demeanor, piercing gaze, and unpredictable rage are enough to destroy anyone. Victims turn believers: Even Raj’s enemies speak of him with reverence, knowing that defying him means death. Fear becomes his identity: Over time, Yamraj becomes more than just his name – it becomes a living legend. --- ⚠️ 7. The Legacy of Yamraj: Despite his young age, Raj’s name has become immortal. People fear him even without ever seeing his face. A ghost among men: Raj walks freely among people, invisible yet feared, blending into the crowd with no one aware of his presence. The faceless nightmare: His childhood photo is all that the world knows, making him a faceless legend. The myth that became real: Though people call him Yamraj, many believe he is just a story. But the few who have faced him know the truth – he is real, and he is unstoppable. --- 🎯 Conclusion: Raj aka Yamraj is not just a name – he is a legend of terror. At 16 years old, he has become the face of death, feared by all but seen by none. His childhood photo is the only image the world knows, yet his true face is a mystery. His presence haunts the shadows, leaving only fear in its wake. In this world, Raj isn’t a boy anymore – he is the living Yamraj, the harbinger of death who walks among us, unseen but unforgettable. ---Start writing...
By Bull2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.12: Gran’s Ironkey Plan!
Begin with Chapter 1.1 Click here to jump back to Chapter 1.11 The Country of Debois is luxurious. A marble stone forward country, it represents Valon history; the Valon Historic Museum and the World Governments' Holy Court are here. Many of the top bounty hunter factions have taken residence in the city. With a mantra of prosperity and wealth, many from all over Valon have migrated to the fast-growing city.
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Fiction
THE BLOOD VIAL
Prologue Born in the 20th century, I had no problem calling anything a little beyond ordinary— even ghosts, just imaginary creations. Yet here I was, thousands of years from my world and time, standing before a floating being they all called a goddess.
By Juliet Abbey2 years ago in Fiction