Young Adult
In Counsel With Stars: Book 1
The noise that cracked through the dawn sky awakened the heart of the forest. For 400 years she’d slept, undisturbed—though not for lack of attempt to stir her. Tales of her slumber wafted through the ages like a sweet smell demanding to be tasted, and taste it is just what the nearing villagers did. Men and women, young and old, visited her secluded cave in the high mountains. Some came in large groves while others braved the beast as lone warriors, their sharpest sword prepared to slay the beast if she so much as stirred. After all, what joy can be had in a battle won where only one opponent is awake? But much to their dismay, she never awoke. The only sign that she had not died in her everlasting rest was the heavy breathing that shook the mountain to its core, sending boulders toppling down the sides occasionally killing unaware adventurers mid-quest.
The Fortress's Pathway
The Morning was dark as he saw the stone dripping from the fog below him. He could think nothing else. His papers sat in he's backpack. The letter's he would carry through, the Stories he could tell in from it the excitement was there. All he could think about was her eyes, the blue tears from an angel. He would get back to her soon A half a months trip, than a train ride. The feel of her skin still on him. The smell of her hair. He could still for her shake from him. Now it was could, her warmth from him. Work was all he had. while the forest around watched him.
Jeffrey AllisonPublished about a year ago in FictionMy right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(3)
On the street. No one noticed this somewhat stunned young man. No one would have thought that with one random move, he would stop an impending disaster!
My right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(4)
"Tsk... Although that young man looks ordinary, he has such a luxurious fleet of transfers? ” "He is so young, it is estimated that he is the son and brother of a big family, right?"
My right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(5)
"You..." Yan Qingwen was suddenly inexplicably nervous. This face is indeed him.... It's just that Yan Qingwen, who only cared about fleeing 3 years ago, did not fully see Liu Di's facial features.
My right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(2)
Just when Liu Di suddenly appeared, a red aperture suddenly appeared in the field of view, directly locking on a beautiful woman in a red short skirt not far away.
My right eye is a god-level computer Author(1)
"My name is Liu Di." "I came today to see how long I can live." In front of the fortune teller booth in the alley, a young man in ordinary clothes said to the fortune teller in front of him in frustration.
What little girls are made of.
Not all families are unicorns and rainbows, some are just fire and flame. From a crack in the dark cave’s rocky canopy, warm early morning light streamed onto Carol’s dark grey scales. She circled herself to be in the best position possible, ensuring every last bone-drenching ray of warmth was caught.
Kelly SibleyPublished about a year ago in FictionMidnight Blood
A sharp, tearing, ringing sound sliced through her dreams. She shifted and huffed out air, hoping the sound would move on and leave her to rest. It didn’t. It lingered, rising and falling, shrill and earsplitting. She growled. How dare some obscene creature disturb her rest! Did it not know she had travelled far, that she was tired, and it was making her angry?
Sarah Gael WhitakerPublished about a year ago in FictionAmmit
"What has become of Amun's fruitful land?" A soul-weary Ammit thought as she breached the top of the cliff and swooped down into the blood-stained valley. Ammit's heart wept at the horror before her. A once beautifully carpeted glen full of swaying blue-green grass, bright red poppies, and a cacophony of wildflowers. Was now riddled with mangled, disfigured bodies as far as the eye could see. Swallowing the lump of grief that arose at the view, Ammit scanned the scene for any signs of life.
Maize ScottPublished about a year ago in FictionThe True Guardians
Prologue The world I once knew has burned to nothing but ash before my eyes. The smoke was thick and black on the once flourishing island of magic where I stood a moment before, as it became a mere distant memory. A cruel reminder of what the world was before him. My breaths were shallow as harsh rain poured above, my horse darting through the new world of battle. The horse could only run for so long before stopping on the ledge of a cliff. The end was near. He was near. The island trembled in fear below my feet, knocking me and my other mages to our knees. We were helpless. Through the fog, two glowing eyes emerged. The monster who had started this battle wasn't going down without a fight. I can’t breathe, I can’t speak. The eyes were filled with nothing but wrath and pain, emerging only now that they have been buried for over three millennia. It was taking what was theirs all those years ago. The day the creator had been shattered into fragments and thrown deep under the surface, never to be seen, until now. They stand above me, like a titan.
Aspen MaysPublished about a year ago in FictionAn Act of Mercy
The ogre was running away from him, tossing away his broken club as he darted through the thick forest. The dragon merely looked at the ogre’s bloody back in amusement before taking a step forward. He had the thought that since his prey was not fighting back anymore, perhaps he should let him go. But the dragon quickly dismissed it as he crouched down.
Rebecca PattonPublished about a year ago in Fiction