Fantasy

The Orphans in the Woods
After the sunset, the darkness of the evening was evident and Rohan could feel the pressure of darkness for the first time in his life. He'd never been scared of the dark and didn't understand any of the children he'd known who had expressed those fears. But on this evening, he finally understood that fear. The darkness of this evening was both a blessing and a curse. It would hide the fact that he shouldn't be driving, yet also make the driving more difficult for him.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Gloam
I went to a dimly lit shop tucked between buildings that shouldn’t have room for it. I entered through an unmarked door, the wood aged and cracked, yet the handle was polished smooth from years of use. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense, something metallic, something sweet.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Chapters
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A love written in the shadows, but bright enough to burn through the dark. ________________________________________ The first time Arata saw Maia, it was in the dim backstage corridors of an award show—an accident, a moment too brief to be fate but too charged to be coincidence. The air smelled of sweat and metal, the electric hum of an industry that never slept. He was walking too fast, lost in thought, when she turned a corner, colliding softly into him. A fleeting touch, a whispered apology, but it was her eyes that held him there, long after she had stepped away.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
Drifting Between Worlds
The First Awakening Ethan Carter woke up with a start. The ceiling above him was smooth and white, far too pristine to be his own. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks across a sleek wooden floor. The sheets beneath him were crisp, cool, and smelled faintly of citrus and lavender.
By Sandra Amiedorabout a year ago in Chapters
The Arcane Archive
“In that case,” Chance said, “I accept. Tell me what you know?” I knew this was where most who came to me lied, bending the truth just enough to suit their needs. I did not think the Baroness looked much like a woman in mourning with a sob story. She was so steady, so controlled it must have come from years of aristocratic polish of the court.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Chapters
Scatterbrained
With a pop, Oda appeared in the middle of a big room packed full of people. She was wearing the ring she’d pilfered from Sheverash, and judging by the lack of reaction from those around her, she’d guessed correctly that it was enchanted with invisibility.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
The Edge of Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
Prologue: The Beginning of the End The night was thick with the scent of rain, though the sky had yet to open. The streets glistened under flickering streetlights, and the air carried the restless hum of a city that never truly slept.
By Sandra Amiedorabout a year ago in Chapters
A Valentine's Day to Remember
The sun had just come up over the peaceful town of Willowbrook, and its soft golden light illuminated the snow-covered streets. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day, and there was a mood of expectation and warmth in the air, even though it was winter. For Clara and James, this was not just the day for love—the day to celebrate it—but also a time to look back on how far they had reached as a couple.
By Punit kumarabout a year ago in Chapters
The Immortal King’s Ruin
Prologue The kingdom of Eldoria stood as a monument to human ambition. Vast, golden fields stretched beyond the eye could see, their bounty feeding not only the mouths of the people but also the pride of their ruler. At its heart, the great capital, Vareth, boasted towers that touched the sky, temples that hummed with prayers of devotion, and streets paved with stones that had felt the footsteps of generations.
By Sandra Amiedorabout a year ago in Chapters
Diabolic Frenzy
I can see the Hollywood sign in the hills above the city. My chase of the evil demon has led me down many streets of Las Angeles, and now I sense the end is near. Tonight under the Hunter’s Moon, our centuries-old war will conclude. The scent of fear mixed with her odor permeates the air all around me, adding a fresh layer of stench to the smells of this sleepless town.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Chance’s Gambit
In a dark castle, guarding a pass in the Crystal Mountains, a lone chamber stood in a tall spire, that touched the cold sky. Within the room the walls were covered with ancient glyphs of protection, on the floor a pentagram that marked the boundary of the multi dimensional gate.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Chapters
Fiendishly Consumed
The air around me is charged in anticipation of my meeting with the demonic witch. As I continue along the trail of the ancient murderess, I sniff the air for her familiar odor and almost gag at the pungent aroma of her scent. Bodies lay where they had fallen as she plunged through the crowds of people, leaving more dead than alive in her wake. Sensing that I am closer to her than I have been in ages, I dive deeper into this sleepless city, eager for the hunt to be finished.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters