Fantasy

"Destiny on Hold: A Time Travel Journey to Save Love"
In a dark and desolate alley, on a cold winter night, a man named Eric knelt, crying desperately. He had lost his beloved wife, Sarah, in an inexplicable act of violence in the present. But Eric was not willing to accept his fate, not without a fight. That's when a strange old man approached him, carrying a mysterious pocket watch.
By Juan Urciuoli2 years ago in Fiction
The Cavern
A young man, no older than thirteen winters, dressed in rough wool clothing, sat in a cramped tunnel system, wondering how he had ended up there. After discovering a small cave system yesterday, he had decided to check it out today after finishing his chores on the farm. Only an hour in, he had fallen into a small crevasse that he had been unable to see in the dim torchlight. Unable to return the way he came, he had no choice but to keep exploring, hoping to find another way out. Now, a day later, he was completely lost.
By jason pollard (Aphotic)2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Village of Dusun Hilang – Indonesia’s Greatest Mystery
The Horror of the Lost Village: Indonesia’s Darkest Mystery Introduction Indonesia, a land rich in culture, myths, and history, has many legends of supernatural occurrences. Among these, one stands out as the most terrifying mystery of all time—the tale of Dusun Hilang, or “The Lost Village.” This is not just folklore; it is a story that has haunted generations, leaving behind unanswered questions, eerie ruins, and inexplicable events.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
Beasty and the Brave
If you haven't read the other parts, please check them out first: Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more" "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more"
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
In a world where Earth is dead and only machines remain, can love still survive? . AI-Generated.
The Silence After The Earth is dead. Cities lie buried under ice, oceans churn in eternal twilight, and the sun looms like a dying ember. Humanity’s legacy? A satellite named I am (Steven Yeun), orbiting as a digital tombstone, and a weather buoy, Me (Kristen Stewart), adrift in a frozen sea. Their voices—bleeps and chirps—are the only sounds in a universe stripped of life. But in this emptiness, a love story begins, one that transcends time, bodies, and the very definition of existence .
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
The Scorpion of Suldaria
The thing about scorpions is they are small, but deadly. Out in the open desert, they can easily be avoided. But if they get inside your tent, your bed, or your boot? They can be absolutely devastating.
By Paul Plett2 years ago in Fiction
Royalty of Serpo
I could have thrown myself from the third floor balcony this morning, but I resisted. I wouldn’t want to die on the grounds of Hettycliff. My father had returned from the war in September, and the cold nights grew wearisome with him around. The maids scuttled about the place, maddened with hysteria. So what if the man of the house was home? I was better at being in charge. Ask my dollies. Prince Piper would tell you the truth, if his stitched mouth ever found a way to open. He is my best friend in the world, so maybe that is the reason I didn’t leap from the galley today. But I was leaving Hettycliff one way or another. My father had given me a swollen lip from striking my face, and Cook cackled when I tried making a balm. She did not let me eat any clover either. I will be leaving Hettycliff. I hate the cold house. It is made of rocks and nothing more. I will make my own home somewhere with Prince Piper and write letters to the Queen and she will give me all the jewels I should ever want. I will not sell them to people who will lock them away and get richer, I shall make my own jewel dresses and be a princess with my dollies forever. Do you like my plan, reader? I left through my garden, and forgot to put on shoes. My hair is short and neat, so I shan’t worry about washing it for a while. I ran all the way across the field, away into the town of Hetty, and followed the twilit road. I am going on an adventure, reader. I am going to the Forest of Serpo! I reached the twisting trees as it was almost completely shrouded in the dark. Prince Piper got snagged on a thornbush, and I rescued him gallantly. How fine a princess I shall make! Prince Piper agreed. He said I did not even need any jewels. I laughed, and then covered my mouth and remembered to be quiet. You see, reader, the Forest of Serpo is haunted. There are tales written of the things that lurk in here. Some travellers have gone in, and never returned. One lonely man went running back home, only to find his reflection in the mirror had gone! I might be spooked from the dark, and the whispers of the leaves, but I want to stay here. I’m never going back to Hettycliff! I hear a monster calling me.
By Essie2 years ago in Fiction
Nine While Nine. Content Warning.
A Dark Urban Fantasy Serial Novel — ©2024 Prologue - Part One Five Years Before His ward, Isabeau Finne, was different. It was almost as if she could sense him near her, making his job as her Scáthanna a little more problematic than the norm. Perhaps it was her upbringing, coupled with her lineage, which was the cause of this disconnected cognizance — her mother had been an O’Cailleach, one in a long line of Scottish-Celtic witches. This gifted Isabeau with innate talents she was only on the cusp of discovering were much more than she’d ever been made aware of.
By Stasia Morineaux2 years ago in Fiction
The Starlight Curse
In a world where magic coursed through the veins of the earth, two beings existed on opposite sides of a forbidden divide. Selene, a Moonweaver, could spin silver threads of moonlight to weave dreams and illusions. Eryx, a Starborn, was born of stardust, destined to blaze across the heavens and never linger in one place for too long. The laws of their realms forbade them from meeting, for the Moonweavers drew their power from the stillness of the night, while the Starborn thrived in endless movement and light.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
The Best Mystery and Adventure Books for Kids Featuring Young Detectives
Children love stories that take them on exciting journeys, spark their curiosity, and challenge them to think critically. Mystery and adventure books for kids do just that by engaging young minds with thrilling puzzles, fascinating characters, and unexpected twists. From eerie haunted houses to ancient castles hiding long-lost secrets, these stories delight children and make reading a truly immersive experience.
By Parker Kelly Books2 years ago in Fiction
I Cancelled Valentine’s Day Forever—And What Happened Next Will Make You Question Everything About Love. AI-Generated.
A Night That Wasn’t Silent You sit alone on Valentine’s night, scrolling through a feed of diamond rings, candlelit dinners, and #RelationshipGoals captions. The world feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for you to admit defeat—to whisper, “I’m lonely.” But what if the quiet isn’t emptiness? What if it’s the sound of your own heartbeat, steady and alive, reminding you that the most important love story you’ll ever write begins with you?
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
Love: The Silent Symphony of the Soul. AI-Generated.
Love: The Silent Symphony of the Soul" Love is not a grand gesture. It isn’t the roses on Valentine’s Day, the fireworks, or the fairy-tale promises whispered under a full moon. Love is quieter than that. It’s the ache in your chest when you watch someone walk away, the warmth of a hand that fits perfectly in yours on a chaotic Monday morning, and the way your heart still races when they say your name after a thousand repetitions.
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction