Fantasy

Shadow’s Inferno
She had her arrow, poised towards four hourglasses intertwined with streaks of opal and amber. The woman adorned a bold but faded tattoo on her lower arm - it read, ‘Sanguis et Ignis in aeternum regnant’. Blood and Fire will rule for all of eternity. A chill ran down my spine. She pulled the bowstring taut, perfectly aimed towards the fragile hourglasses, and took a breath, waiting for the right moment to release her arrow. Strike. The cords of essence magic within the hourglasses began to fray. The ends curled into strands of blackened magic – the most feral kind. Gradually, wisps of the black magic disappeared through the top of the hourglasses and floated to the blanket of autumn leaves. A small spark danced across the leaves, engulfing them in an amber glow. The fire spread outwards in bursts of blue, white, yellow, green and red: the colours of the elements. The flames lapped at the woman’s heels as she stepped back. ‘Let the fire burn.’
By Shivika Bhattacharji2 years ago in Fiction
The Ushers Of The Year's End. Top Story - November 2024.
Introduction This is just an example piece for my forthcoming prompt and challenge in December 2024. I hope you enjoy it. The music is Mary Hopkin singing "Lirazel" from the album "The King Of Elflands Daughter". The album written by the former members of "Steeleye Span", Peter Knight and Bob Johnson. Starring:- Christopher Lee as The King of Elfland and the narrator; Mary Hopkin as Lirazel; Frankie Miller as Alveric; Alexis Korner as A Troll; P.P. Arnold as The Witch; Derek Brimstone and Chris Farlowe as Villagers of Earl. released in 1977.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
She was a Woman!
"Was she only pretty?" Nah!, though She wasn't limited by excellence, as the world characterize as, but her brilliance dominated all signs. Her words, delicate murmurs, would cause you to feel, Like you were the world, and everything was genuine....
By Narrator Pro2 years ago in Fiction
Trust Broken. Content Warning.
Beneath the Fractured Sky Located on the coast, Havenridge looked like the kind of town where everyone led a calm existence, but bore no other secrets than the tides. It was a stormy night, and Evelyn Carter stood by one of the oldest lighthouses in the town. Facing her, was the man she had been in love with for the past four years, Lucas Hall. But the love she felt for him was deeply buried in anger and confusion at that point.
By Rizwana 2 years ago in Fiction
Bloodstorm
Lucien Drake was a man who lived alone with his horse. The horse's name was Bloodstorm, and it was a white horse with deep red eyes. When it ran, the air grew heavy, as if an invisible weight had descended upon everything in its path. Its body seemed woven from deep darkness, so black that time seemed to stop as you gazed at it. Its eyes did not appear to belong to a living creature; they were deep red, like a sea of molten embers. Looking into them, it seemed as though they would tear apart your entire past, every sin, every fear, every hidden secret, and lay it bare before you. When the horse ran, the earth's soul would scream, as though the boundaries of time and space had dissolved. Do not attempt to touch it; its skin is colder than ice. Bloodstorm's skin is so cold that it would burn your hand. Lucien was an eighty-year-old man who had never ridden Bloodstorm. Riding the horse was nearly impossible. Lucien was once the leader of a band of pirates who had spent nearly his entire life looting ships and merchants. One day, Lucien and his gang found themselves drifting into an unknown ocean, one that was never recorded on any map. Here, the vast ocean stretched in all directions, with no shore in sight. As they drifted, they reached a desolate, deserted, and extremely strange island. The island was surrounded by massive rocks and thick fog, and there were no trees or forests. A strange silence hung in the air, everything was completely still. As soon as they stepped onto the island, they felt something, something they had never experienced before. Their ship, with all their food, fishing tools, and much of their plundered treasure, had vanished. They were surrounded by rocks and fog, with no way out. They were trapped on the island. Fear and terror spread throughout Lucien's gang. Everyone began to flee in panic, but the island was gradually shrinking, and they realized they would be crushed between the rocks. Chaos ensued, and many of the pirates jumped into the sea in an attempt to escape, but they were killed. The remaining pirates lost hope of survival when they couldn’t catch a single fish or find anything to eat. The water they had was running out. Thus, those who survived also gave up on life. Some jumped into the sea to end their lives, and the remaining ones rebelled against Lucien. In that battle, only Lucien and two others survived, while the rest were killed. The island was still shrinking, as though time and space were losing their power. It seemed as if someone controlled that part of the sea with mysterious powers. The next morning, Lucien’s two remaining companions were dead, having succumbed to hunger and fear. Lucien himself lay on the ground, half-dead, his death inevitable. His dead companions' bodies were nearby, beginning to emit a foul smell. Then, he heard a commotion in the sea. With all his strength, he opened his eyes and saw a large ship in the sea before him. He passed out again, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on that very ship. In front of him stood a beautiful girl holding a large platter filled with various delicious dishes. As soon as he saw her, Lucien was captivated. He drowned in her sparkling blue eyes. Then, the ship sank beneath the sea, but after some time, it resurfaced. Lucien Drake had escaped from that dangerous island. Lucien proposed marriage to the girl, which she accepted. "And they were married. The girl did not have a name," so Lucien named her Naira. Naira was a member of the "Pirate Witches' Tribe," known for helping seafarers. But those they helped later became their slaves. Members of the tribe were not allowed to marry outsiders. However, Naira was attracted to Lucien and married him. She took him to an island called Shadow Isle, where they could never be found. Her grandfather had created that island exclusively for their family, as a refuge during times of crisis. They were both very happy and a few months later, Naira gave birth to a child. The child was very strange and mysterious. Instead of crying, the baby began to laugh loudly. Its body was covered in long, shining white hair, and it was three times the size of a normal child. As the child grew up, he gave Lucien the biggest shock of his life. He was not an ordinary child, he was a supernatural being. After giving birth, Naira died, and her body disappeared right before Lucien’s eyes. But Lucien Drake still resides on Shadow Isle with his son. Lucien named the child "Bloodstorm."
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Zahrál mi na srdce čepelí. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY STORY ;)* ~ I'm waving at the man outside my window. He is scanning through the trees.
By Kodah2 years ago in Fiction
Bonds Over Brawn
In the heart of a vibrant forest, three friends made their home: Rascal, the clever young raccoon, Benny, the playful bunny, and Daisy, the gentle deer fawn. They spent their days exploring, playing games, and sharing stories under the wide branches of the old oak tree. Their bond was unbreakable, until one fateful afternoon when danger lurked close by.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Fiction
The Onion Wars - 2
Ben drove to the industrial part of the town and stopped in front of a huge building with a large Infowars logo on it. The building looked like a long tin can, half-dug into the ground. Jones recognized it as one of his warehouses just by its design, but he’d never been there before. He didn’t even know there was one in Austin.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Sun. Content Warning.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, when Icarus stood at the cliffs of Crete, staring down into the dark ocean below. Already he could feel the howling wind pushing at him, encouraging him to finally go for the jump. A gust brushed through the soft feathers of the wings, he wore on his back, delicate yet strong.
By Anna Trafoier2 years ago in Fiction
Back to the Source - Part V
This is the fifth part of a longer story. If you would like to see what has already happened, here is part one: https://vocal.media/fiction/back-to-the-source
By K.D. Popiel2 years ago in Fiction
328 Spiritual Inertia
I was standing in a resting train, which is ironic, as I was on-board for my final rest. I was alone in the railroad car, untethered to life, no wrist strap from which to secure myself. Since "you can't take it with you," I wasn't holding on to anything.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
For what reason Do We Dream? Disentangling the Secrets of the Brain
One conspicuous hypothesis proposes that dreaming fills in as an essential capability in memory solidification. During rest, the mind replays and cycles data obtained over the course of the day, reinforcing brain associations and moving recollections from present moment to long haul stockpiling. Dreams might go about as a psychological practice, assisting us with setting our encounters and gain from them.
By prettytwinklx2 years ago in Fiction