Fiction
To Return, Remember
“Where do you think you’re headed?” asked a burly voice from behind Steph. Where did this monstrosity come from? Steph wondered, turning to see a minotaur lumbering toward them from the direction they’d just come. There were no other doors, no hidden paths—at least, none Steph could see. But in this place, what did visibility really mean?
By Lillianna Nightveil7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 7
They stood at the edge of the forest’s breathless hush, staring at the black glass spire on the cliff beyond. The tower rose like a needle from the land’s charred bones, fractured but whole, reflecting slivers of starlight in its broken surface. It was older than Hollowspire, older than the Flamecourt, older even than the songs Elira’s ancestors once wove into stone.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Napoleon Hill success principles
Jason Carter was an ordinary man with extraordinary dreams. At 28, he found himself stuck in a dead-end job, buried under credit card debt, and battling the slow erosion of his self-worth. Yet, deep inside, a voice whispered that he was meant for more. One rainy afternoon, while waiting at a dusty bus stop, he picked up a second-hand book from a nearby street vendor — the cover read Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill.
By Fanince historian 7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 6
Even as the glyphs of the temple dimmed, the hush they left behind was not peace, it was a silence waiting to be broken. The trio climbed the winding stairs back to the surface, each step echoing with ash-soaked finality. The stone underfoot still radiated warmth, the heat of forgotten power bleeding upward through the marrow of Hollowspire. Elira’s hands glowed faintly with residual spellwaltz rhythm, the sigils trailing off her fingertips like fading notes written in flame. Tovik’s palm still bore the shape of the seared mask, a blackened imprint over trembling skin that pulsed faintly like a living wound.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Hollowing
The Hollowing Autumn settled heavily over Elmsbury. Crimson leaves fluttered like feathers from the trees, blanketing the earth in rust and gold. While the outside world prepared for winter’s rest, the old house by the forest stirred with new purpose. Daniel and Mariah now fully believed in the village their children had discovered—its magic, its people, and the quiet warning whispered through the trees.
By Shai Anderson7 months ago in Chapters
Understanding "Death Is the Only Ending for the Villainess"
Introduction: What This Article Is About If you are reading “Death Is the Only Ending for the Villainess,” then you know how exciting and emotional this story can be. Chapter 152 is a very important part of the story. Many readers have questions about what happens in this chapter, why it matters, and how it affects the characters—especially Penelope, the main character.
By Ilsa Sophia7 months ago in Chapters
The Town That Woke Up Silent. AI-Generated.
One ordinary Monday, the town of Eldridge woke up to something strange—no sound. Not a whisper, not a footstep, not even the wind rustling the leaves. Phones worked, cars started, mouths moved… but no sound came out.People panicked. Some cried silently. Others laughed, thinking it was a prank or a nightmare. But 12-year-old Mia noticed something no one else did: the birds were gone.By evening, she found an old man scribbling in chalk on the street: “The Silence has come again. Find the Bell. Ring it before midnight.”With the town frozen in fear, Mia raced through the fog-covered hills to the old bell tower. The door was sealed. She kicked, scratched, and climbed until she reached the rope. It was frayed.As the clock struck 11:59, she leapt, grabbing the rope with all her weight. The bell rang once—low, metallic, and trembling.Then came the screams, the laughter, the dogs barking—all at once. Sound was back.But so was something else.The Bell had woken something ancient beneath the town… and it was listening.
By Hasnain Bacha7 months ago in Chapters
