Fantasy
The Dragon Trainer
Kira gripped her broomstick tightly as she soared through the crisp morning air. The wind whipped through her long, dark braid as she leaned forward, urging her broom faster. In the distance, she could see the towers of the wizarding academy coming into view.
By Brent Auge3 years ago in Fiction
Blood Moon. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
"Tu'lara Tu'lara Heshpect ala roe Bring back the dark one The dark one we all know Conveya Conveya Itchst bel mundro May he be awakened And our lives his as we know." *** Hey, so my name is Lana Rae. Here I am at 16 years old, doing something I'd never thought I'd ever be doing... getting ready to summon a demon. Let me make a few points right away. A week ago, I didn't even know demons existed, in fact I didn't know a lot of things existed. Demons, Angels, Witches, Wizards, Dark Magic, Light Magic, you name it! I'm getting a bit excited, I'm just gonna start over. Ahem. Today was my 16th birthday, most of the day went as any other day, got up, my family fed me birthday pancakes with sprinkles and whip cream, my older by two years sister gave me crap about my age, and I went to school. There was no party yet, we were saving it for that weekend. After school the family sat around the dinner table, and we discussed grades and sports, and after, my sister and I went to my room to talk about all the drama and gossip we could muster in one sitting about her unruly click of friends. Bedtime came and I cozied up under my thick down feathered comforter. I let my eyes fall to a soft gaze at the different colored paisley flowers on the wall till I drifted off to sleep, ready for the school day to come ahead. "Pssst Lana, wake up..." I felt a small finger poke in my side, my eyes squinting open. There was Sarah, my older sister, now gently shaking my shoulder. "Wake up sis, we are taking a road trip. Get dressed and meet me in the car." "It's late." I sleepily protested. "Just get ready squid." she said, walking out of my bedroom and closing the door. She has called me that since I was 11, and ended up freaking out the day I stepped on one at the beach during family vacation in California. She will never let me live that down. We had been driving for several minutes and Sarah hadn't said a word. She was visibly nervous, so I started to become suspicious of what was going on. "Sooooo.... wanna tell me what this is about?" I poked curiously. "I'd rather wait till we are there. Just be patient, please." So I threw on some Beatles and waited. It was a bit of a drive, but not even half way there I knew where we were headed, my families old cabin. It was a remote cabin, miles deep in the woods. We hadn't used it in years, or so I thought. Pulling up, I saw several cars, all of which I recognized. "Lana!!" I heard as I stepped out of the car. "Aunt Ruth, what are we doing here?" I asked, hoping she would be a little more giving of information than my sister. "Come, come in child." She said, ushering me to the door. Walking inside I noticed all of my sisters friends, and a couple ladies standing by my Aunt I did not recognize. It struck me as odd, because right away all conversations stopped, and all eyes were on me. Talk about feeling awkward. I noticed literally everyone was dressed in all black, and no actual lights were on. The room was dimly lit by many candles scattered around, and the smell of burning incense filled the room. And crouched in the corner in the shadows, a pair of green glowing feline eyes fell upon me, watching me as I walked deeper into the room. "Lana child" Said Aunt Ruth, gently rubbing my cheek. "I wish there was an easier way we could tell this to you..." Her sentence breaking off into dead air. "Ok..." "First lets start off with, we are all Witches." That was my sister. "Um, what?" And, that was me. She went on to explain how at the age of 16, all the women in the Rae family gain their witchy powers, but that the Rae family is also cursed. For one horrible night many years ago, Lana's mother and father fell victim to the trap of a Demon Named Mataius. This Demon was known for inflicting deadly illnesses upon his victims, then blackmailing them into a contract where he will heal the illness, in return for a soul at some point in the future. Sarah told her how her mother had become fatally ill with a sickness doctors could not identify, and how her father was visited one night at the hospital by the Demon. "He looked just like the Doctor, except it wasn't him." She told me, starting to stroke the black cat who had now curled up on her lap. Mataius was very specific with his demand for the Rae's contract, he wanted their second born, on the first blood moon after her 16th birthday. She explained how my dad only agreed, because their mother had been in an accident and was told she would never even have kids, how he thought that was something they would never have to actually face. It was less than a year later when their mother became pregnant with Sarah. They spent the next year doing everything in their power to avoid another conception, minus the deed itself, but what were the odds right? She was on birth control, they used contraceptives, and Sarah was already a miracle baby, no way would it happen again. But alas, it did, and they were powerless to do anything about it, for they had signed in blood that if either tried to interfere, all three of their souls would be his for all eternity.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Magician of Kestrel Keep
“I slip inside the grieving mother's mind,” I chant, circling a walnut-sized chunk of Amazonite over the weeping woman's forehead. “I quest within her depths until I find her demons of despair, and then unwind their greedy grip. Within this stone, I bind her source of pain. Her chakras are aligned.”
By Deanna Grey3 years ago in Fiction
Castle Chicanery
News of the Realm: CASTLE & GARDEN: "Release the Kraken!" has long been a battle cry certain to thrill the hearts of our military commanders in their march to glorious victory. Today, however, this phrase took on a new meaning. Spike, Lord Tolke's allegedly castle trained Kraken, had an 'accident' in the council chambers. Said occurrence resulted in a distinctly odoriferous problem with the royal elevator. In a side note, it has been declared that the royal elevator shall be henceforth known as the privyvator. It is surmised by royal academy experts on animal husbandry that one of last month's rounds of alleged virgin sacrifices fed to Spike may have been less than honest in reference to the state of her maidenhead. As a result of this incident the privyvator is now to be part of the royal gardens where it shall be utilized for the growth of mushrooms. NOTE: If interested in obtaining good shrooms grown only in the finest kraken dung, contact citizen Dakkarious.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Maceen and Al-khatoo . Second Place in the Under a Spell Challenge.
Antar bantar, goft or daftar, choof, choof. The old lady said for the last time under her ‘second tongue,’ as the people of the town would say, so no one could hear her. The baby disappeared from her gahwara crib. “Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you all? Not to give her milk and honey. She is al-khatoo. She is the one and only alive otherworldly old woman, deceiving death…” Maceen kept screaming. But no one seemed to listen or mind her. Hunger and thirst had spread in the entire country by now. People cared more about food and water than their babies. “If you think, you have sacrificed her for this year’s harvest, you are wrong. Al-khatoo cannot do anything with God’s misery set upon us. She cannot bring us prosperity. She only takes it.” Still, nobody was listening to Maceen. The crowd now started dispersing. The twilight had disappeared somewhere in the darkness. The late autumn air felt cold around the village mountains. Only a few thoughtful parents locked their young kids in their empty tableee khana, where their livestock once used to spend evenings so that the insane members of the village do not snatch their babies at night to deliver them to Al-khatoo.
By Parwana Fayyaz3 years ago in Fiction
Grim Reaper
In the realm where the boundary between life and death blurred, where souls embarked on their final journey under the watchful eye of the Grim Reaper, there lived a being of unparalleled solitude. The Grim Reaper, the harbinger of the inevitable, had no heart, no capacity for the emotions that mortals held dear. He had existed for eons, guiding countless souls into the afterlife, without ever understanding the complexities of their existence.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Dragon
In a time long past, when ancient empires stretched their might across the vast lands of Asia, a legend was born. The Faithful Emerald Dragon, a mythical guardian of the earth, rose from the depths of history to protect a sacred grave, the final resting place of the last great Chinese general, General Wei Chang. It was a grave that held secrets and a promise, a testament to the bravery of a bygone era.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Fan Reactions and Hype: The Anticipation for Shield Hero Season 3
The excitement and anticipation for Season 3 of "The Rising of the Shield Hero" are reaching a fever pitch among fans worldwide. As one of the most popular isekai anime series, it has garnered a dedicated and passionate fanbase, and the upcoming season has generated a significant amount of buzz. Let's explore the fan reactions and the hype surrounding rising of the shield hero season 3.
By Anime Junction3 years ago in Fiction
