Shade's story Auther's note: so this story has a bit of violence and a bit of gore but it isn't too descriptive, enough for a warning but no need for it to really need the 18 and up thing. The Raven's wings The nit was still, a yellow waning moon sat in the sky, almost no light in the silent world below, even the stars seemed to be dimming themselves in the dark night. There was no sound, even the wind was still, calm like the dead as even crickets and toads ceased their usual sounds. Nothing on this night seemed out of the ordinary to the humans down below, grave yard shift workers tiredly bustled through the streets silently, light posts barely dimming the way.Cracks were in the old stone buildings, the city was relatively small, not too much technology took over like neighboring cities, the light posts were the only things besides a few cars. The stones seemed as dark and lifeless as the town and night sky, most of the buildings were one or two stori
Legend of Spyro the Dark Dragon Chapter 3The next morning Spyro went down to the kitchen even though his stomach felt as though it was about to burst after last night’s incident. However that quickly became worse as he sat down with the guardian’s apprentices who were all eating happily. “Hey why is everyone so chipper this morning? Did the guardians announce there will be a test today or something?” Spyro joked as he sat down next to Flame.“Even worse, Cynder has decided to transfer to a prep school after what happened last night. Apparently Cyril thought that it was too dangerous for Cynder to continue attending here; so Cyril pulled a few strings a
The Snake CharmerI've kissed many snakes in my lifetime and I've enjoyed kissing them more than any man.My first kiss came from a fat old auntie snake named Parvati. She was a six foot long queen cobra, plump and silver-black. Kissing a cobra is a bit like being struck by lightning and surviving. You feel the deadly energy pulsing under those cool snake lips as you brush your face against theirs. But a venomous snake’s life is all about restraint – when to use its poison to kill prey or protect itself and when to hold back, bluff or run away.They demand the same patience and self-control from you, the snake-charmer. If you give them that respe
One Who Confronts Fear: PrologueAnakhe sek Staqesin[Dramatis Personae]MortalsAelsa Hedgeroth, Mistress Seer (Terulan woman)Aitin, Prophet (Terulan man)Alltis Nateran-Jakaras (Kutii woman)Amberis Rael, House Lord (Terulan man)Ansee Endarn, Priest of the Way (Angvardi man)Bronwyn Antoras-Penion, Inthaleya [Clan Lady] (Kutii woman)Celienna II, Empress (Angvardi woman)Delmonor Zaverl, Guards Captain (Kruish man)Gevas Rael, King (Terulan man)Gladelth Ma'ckai, Sorcerer (Konenian man)Growald, Lieutenant (Sei man)Havert Jakaras, Gaelkadrada [Regent] (Sei man)Ianara Rael, High Lady (Terulan woman)Jhonatan, ToKalak Lieutenant (Angvardi man)Karusa Penion-Hozren (Sei w
Chapter 5 Part 1 Vaeassen could finally relax somewhat after the ordeal with Zephyr. While he could rest for the moment, he could barely sleep throughout the night due to all he had learn. His last thoughts before he had fallen asleep were of Ygerna and if she really was the Queen Arasinya. If it were true, the person he knew as Ygerna was a lie. He only slept a few hours before he was up before the light of day. He now paced impatiently around his room trying to make himself believe Ygerna was dead and not the queen of Ethurus. Almost from the start of Ygerna first meeting Vaeassen, she knew who he was but he found it hard t
Acceptance-------- Alex stood there in the field, now alone. Still fighting the feelings raging through his body. He looked over toward the lake and started to walk to it. When he got to the edge of it, he dropped down to his knees. He dipped his hand in the water and began to wash off the blood. He watched as the blood dissipated through the water, turning it red. Then he saw his reflection in the water. -------- Alex saw this boy who was shattered. His very soul mourned in sadness. Physically he was pristine, mentally he was beaten and scarred. He saw the blood on his shirt, it made him think of what he had done just moments ago. It played repeatedl
Leoster and the Tooth of Ishtar, Part 1Leoster and the Tooth of Ishtar, Part 1ByJonathan BrothersNote to the reader: This story is based off of some D&D homebrew content. This includes the idea that there are only chromatic dragons, no metallic dragons. Along with this, these dragons are split along the lines of evil/neutral and good/neutral. On top of that, over a thousand years ago the different dragon clans signed a dragon non-aggression treaty. This treaty means that no dragon will attack another nor will they help the lesser beings with their wars. While the dragon on dragon fights have essentially ended due to a sort of mutually assured destruction between each othe
The Princess of PowerIn the dining hall of VielsDen Keep, the former elven queen Zashariel and Tirarna, Dragon Queen and High Mistress of Garth were enjoying their evening dinner."And your armies put down the Orc sorcerer Gruzablu and his minions?" asked Tirarna."Yes, after they had ravaged two dwarf kingdoms," replied Zashariel.A figure came running across the dining hall toward the two inmates.It was a young woman, with long blonde hair streaming behind her. She was dressed in a white dress that had been made in the VielsDen Keep workshop. Inmates were permitted to wear their own clothes, but most found it convenient to wear the dresses provided by the
The Old ClaymoreThis is a creation dedicated to the magnificent Scottish sword of old. The long and mighty Claymore.The Old Claymore belonged to a young lad known as Hilt. He lived in the foothills of the countryside north of the most dominate clan in the region.He was a shy fellow with only a father and two older sisters. His mother had passed at his birth, but had left him her fathers' hammer. Her family was known for their skills of smithing.He grew up to be one of the most skillful smithies of his time. He had skillfully created the weapons of clan leaders from far and wide.None told of the origin of their mighty swords that led them into battle over the years. They had signed a pact of secrecy which was in their contract upon commissioning. Their swords were works of art that possessed powerful magical properties. Powers of the clan could be magnified through the leaders sword and strike a most damaging blow. One that could change the outcome of the clans future and the demise of another.Tho
Showmanship"Bravo! Bravo I say!""Encore!""Positively glorious!""Again! Again, that was amazing!"The loud applause beat about the room from the standing, cheering audience as the dancer-jester twirled around in a half-bow-half-dance motion which dizzied his watchers slightly.Roses and other, more exotic blooms were tossed to him and he gave a sweet laugh from behind his gilded, gaudy full-face masque, at once quiet and loud enough to carry over the raucous cheering. Deftly, he caught each and every flower as it fell, gathering them into two massive bouquets, one in each hand. After the last flower was caught, he stepped slowly back about ten pa
Year OneUnderneath the pier Electro is staring blankly into the waves of the ocean letting the sounds hit his ears, until Isis comes up from behind him to break him out of this trance.Isis: What are you doing?Electro: ThinkingIsis: About what?Electro: You know it’s been about a year since we first met?Isis: Really? That long? Time must have really flown by since that night.Electro: Yea. Who knew the same girl pointing a gun to my face would be some sort of a roommate?Isis: Probably the same who thought a crazy alien would make a good roommate as well.Electro: Did you hear that?Isis shoots him a disgusted lookElectro: Oh yea. I forgot
The Rivers of My Homeland - Chapter IDespite the pain it brings, I cannot drag my mind away from the memories of my childhood. I feel secure when I think of my home and the forest which surrounded it. The rivers and the fields where we would spend our days will never fail to lure a smile on my lips. However, one pleasant memory triggers several bitter ones and I find myself thinking of the desolation and loss. The chaos and terror which was brought upon our land was something that couldn't be compared to anything I've ever seen. The images of my fallen brethren still haunt my mind when I try to remember the brighter days. The sceneries and vivid screams would possess me and drag me away from any pleasant thought.Even today, I curse my stubborness and the lack of belief I have shown for my dreams back then. If I hadn't been so ignorant, I could have saved many lives. But now, regret is futile. I still remember how peaceful was the night before. How carefree and oblivious we were as we prepa
Nightly MeetingNight fell in the world of Arktellus, or at least one side of it. Heracles a large Barbary macaque male was walking in the forest following a small stream. He was cautious, he didn't usually move about at night but now an important matter had forced him to seek out an old acquaintance and it was best to do that at night.Strange noises that he was used to listen from a safety of his troop's sanctuary sounded all around him, many times he froze in place to listen to what sounded like a stick been broken near him on the ground or a strange growl that could have been a predator. He was starting to feel paranoid.After a while he came to a bigge
Winter's Blood: A Werewolf Novella (Ch. 2)Chapter 2For once, the first thing I felt when I woke up wasn’t a pulsing emotional ache in my heart.Instead, I felt two very physical throbbing pains in my stomach and my left shoulder.A loud groan automatically rumbled up from my throat, even before I could think of opening my eyes. I tried to roll over onto my side and curl up into a ball, and two very different things happened. The pain in my abdomen erupted into a whole new level of intensity, almost completely eclipsing the pain in my shoulder. At the same time, a surprisingly soft, warm hand pressed against my shoulder and gently pushed me back onto my back.“Hey, ea
CI: Ba - 8+Kadash+ I open my eyes and all of a sudden I am looking at this woman with curly black hair and violet colored eyes as she is straddled over me. Who is this girl? "Kadash? Are you alright?" she asks, confusion and wonder in her smooth, French accented voice.I throw her off of me and stand up, my skin healing from whatever she may have done to me. From the scars on my body, she must be a werewolf because only they can penetrate vampire skin. "Where am I?" I ask "My home…" she answers like I should know. "Kadash-" "You are a werewolf, are you not?" I ask, starting to feel violated and compromised. "Yes…"I stare at the
ExpectationsTonight is the great night!Tonight Vicki will finally return!He promised to get it for me.A replica of the awesomest weapon ever!Only a few minutes left.Oh this is so exciting!A real replica of the famous Kyle!The sword wielded by you, the White Warrior!I have all your posters, trading cards,And even a blood sample of all your victims!Cozly I'm also wearing the original 4-V-Costume.Made of 100% elven leather!The only thing missing now is Kyle!When I have him I can be just like you,Move like you, fight like you!Dance, crush and slash!Oh I wish I could hold Kyle in my hands right now!His ebony grip and blade forged of the fines
The Heartless Girl: A fairy tale (unedited)The Heartless GirlOnce upon a time, there was a girl living in a tower. She has been there all her life. She got a dream. That one day she will be able to leave that tower and be happy and experience the freedom of the outside world. She has been working hard. she has been working hard to weave a rope made of her hair for her to get herself out of that tower. the view of the outside world from far away gives her the inspiration and motivation to keep working hard.One day, a knight saw her and he decided to stay at the base of the tower to talk to the girl. The girl showed the knight the rope she has been weaving and told him that one day
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