Fantasy

Spirited
The Invisible Hand has been abducting woman. Young, indigenous woman. They are reported missing, and many are found too late, murdered. Those empowered to protect the people are not paying attention, so the indigenous tribes came together in the greatest gathering ever known. Seven days of ceremony, fasting, chanting, dancing, and praying, they called forth the spirit world of all animals and creatures, and their prayer was granted. If you were of strong heart and purposeful need, you could transform into your spirit animal; you could become, Spirited.
By U.B. Light2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Summit
Buried deep in the northernmost ranges, in the highest peaks of the Himalayas, lies a township lost to memory. For millennia, its inhabitants existed in isolation, their lives relegated to myth and rumour. When they finally reached out to the world, the knowledge of their secret society shocked everyone. As a renowned journalist, having won a Pulitzer prize for my article on the ice caps in Antarctica, I was selected to uncover the secrets of this unknown group.
By Jaimie2 years ago in Fiction
Climate Wars
It was close. She could feel it. Her life's work, her ambition... her dreams. Project Gaia. She'd studied her whole life for this moment. She'd finally developed a machine that could combat climate change. It would remove the CO2 from the atmosphere and siphon it into energy to power homes and factories. Countless lives would be saved. She'd be the hero who stopped the Earth from dying.
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Fiction
Jayne Interstellar
In a galaxy far, far away a pirate baby gurl was born. Jayne's parents, her grandparents, and her grandparent's parents were pirates, and...well you get the picture.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Storm
Blaak's parents had died in the raid of 2147, leaving him orphaned and cowering in the rubble, foraging for food and water. For a short time, he had been a happy child, that life now a dream as he fought to survive. Converting one of the half- destroyed rooms in his old home into a quasi-livable shelter, he fought to protect it from scavengers.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage of the Sea Star
Captain Clara Everhart stood at the helm of the Sea Star, a once-glorious sailing vessel that had weathered countless storms and seen many adventures on the high seas. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the calm waters. The ship creaked softly as it cut through the waves, heading into the unknown.
By Md Azizul2 years ago in Fiction
Lumina: The Phantom Convergence
In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where the shimmering skyline met the boundless night, Lumina, the radiant guardian, had become a symbol of hope and resilience. Her victory over the Voidmaster had brought a sense of calm to the city, but beneath this fragile tranquility, an ominous threat was quietly brewing.
By zenGaze2 years ago in Fiction
The man with burn scar
In a remote, desolate corner of the world, a legend persisted—a man with a burn scar, a recluse who held the key to solving the greatest mystery ever known. He had disappeared from the world, hiding from the eyes of those who sought him, consumed by the shadows of his past. His face was never seen by anyone, and his name had been forgotten by most, save for a few who whispered it in hushed tones.
By Mythicnoa2 years ago in Fiction
The One. AI-Generated.
In a world beyond imagination, where the boundaries of reality stretched across countless dimensions, there existed a hero unlike any other. His name was Mighty God, a man with a heart full of courage, a mind teeming with kindness, and the most powerful ability known to existence—Requiem. This ability was no mere power; it was the embodiment of all natural elements on Earth, a force so potent that it could bend the very fabric of reality. With Requiem, Mighty God held dominion over fire, water, earth, air, and even time itself, casting his enemies into an endless loop of death across infinite timelines.
By Mythicnoa2 years ago in Fiction
The Language of Love
Seki had grown up in the shadows, where all he could see and touch was darkness. He’d never had a home, not truly. He lived among a group of delinquents, strangers to themselves and to each other, who spoke the language of violence. Such a language had never strongly spoken to Seki. He’d watched men fistfight to the death before the time he was seven, and he never found those men to be awe-inspiring. They were nothing but brutes, seeking meaning and pride in their own meaningless lives by beating each other senseless. It was repulsive. They were all repulsive.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Tugto
Benny Bannock pulled his black hoodie down over his face a little further. The torrential rains had long since soaked through his clothes. His shoes squished as he walked, sending sprouts of water through the breather holes over his toes.
By Laura2 years ago in Fiction
Cinderlass
Beep. Beep. Beep. The beeping grew louder. My eyes fluttered open to see curtain rings. Where was I? I was in a bed, but it was not my bed. I was in a hospital, the glowing incandescent lights hurt to look at directly. Just then, an African American man walked into my room, he stood tall maybe taller than six feet. He wore a doctor's coat, and he held a tablet in his hands.
By Adrianna M. Braun2 years ago in Fiction