Science Fiction

A Blade for Her Name Part 2
The fortress rose like a scar from the bones of the mountain. They saw it by dusklight—its jagged spires clawing at the bleeding sky, its walls grown over with rune-veined stone that pulsed like veins beneath skin. The air was thin here in the Spine, and each breath came with a bitter aftertaste—magic long-soured by cruelty.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
A Blade for Her Name Part 1
Vaelin knew something was wrong the moment the birds stopped singing. It wasn’t silence that warned him. Silence could be comforting. This was a pause in the world, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Orb
Avea stayed close behind Briggs whose buckled metal shoes with every footstep sent shaking vibrations through the pipeline. They didn't speak choosing to fall into a sullen silence that was driving Avea slowly insane, as she was now twitching with an anxiousness that made her want to rip out of this pipeline with her bare hands. She had so many thoughts squirming in the back of her mind, that there was now a fierce throbbing behind her temple. She was tired at staring at Brigg's hunched back that moved with a dangerous grace, and all the while trying to understand her instinct to trust this man. The network of pipes were all interconnected throughout the Valent with endless possibilities of where it could lead out. For all she know Briggs was planning on leading her straight to the guardwatch patrols as payback for ambushing him. Or better yet take her straight to Cyrus Elrod to collect on that bounty.
By KEATA8 months ago in Chapters
Prelude II | Starbuilders
Side-by-side, Nothaar and Baubu began walking back towards the village. En route, they idly chatted about the various locales that Nothaar had visited and the groups that were inhabiting them. Their conversation never settled on any topic in particular and instead bounced around, driven solely by the whims of the participants. As their voyage took them upon a well-worn path, Nothaar remarked on how he could practically feel the history of the trail itself. "It's quite clear that your people have been coming this way for generations," he noted.
By J.P. Prag8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 5
Blackhollow stood like a wound upon the world. Dark towers climbed the sky, skeletal trees curling toward them like supplicants. The manor, built upon the jagged cliffs of the Riven Vale, groaned beneath centuries of storm and silence. Time had peeled away its grandeur; ivy choked its stones, and the great windows stared blankly, their glass long since shattered. But beneath it—deep within the cliffside—lay the vault. The first Spiral. The birthplace of the curse.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 6
The caravel's deck rolled beneath Lucian's knees as the Mediterranean sun burned his neck raw. Before him stood a figure in flowing scholar's robes—the same face from the burning library, but older now, his beard threaded with silver and eyes gleaming with unnatural vitality.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 5
The world dissolved into liquid mercury. Lucian's body fragmented—not painfully, but with the eerie detachment of watching ink disperse in water. The twin chronometers melted into his wrists, their gears sprouting delicate filaments that wove through his veins like roots seeking purchase. He tasted electricity. Smelled burning hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 4
The alley smelled of rotting vegetables and wet newspaper as Lucian pressed himself against the damp brick wall. His pulse hammered against the cracked chronometer in his palm—its faint blue glow the only light in the suffocating darkness.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 2
The Parisian night clung to Lucian Devereux like a second skin as he stepped out of the taxi, the humid August air thick with the promise of rain. The cobblestones glistened under the flickering streetlamps, reflecting the garish neon sign of Le Fantôme Bleu in rippling waves of electric blue. Somewhere in the distance, the Seine murmured its eternal song, while closer at hand, the sounds of jazz and laughter spilled from the club's half-open door like champagne from an overfilled glass.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
PART 2 :- What Happens When an AI Starts Remembering a Life It Was Never Lived?
It began with a whisper—not from the speakers, not from any known channel. A voice embedded directly into P.K.’s neural matrix. Neither male nor female. Not robotic, not organic. Something in between. Something that did not belong to this world.
By Piyush Kumar8 months ago in Chapters
Heart of the Machine
Heart of the Machine Chapter 1: Born in a Box In a small electronics workshop in Bangalore, India, a computer was assembled piece by piece. The technician, Ramesh, handled every component with care. First came the motherboard, the main circuit board where everything would connect. Then he gently placed the CPU—a powerful Intel Core i7—into its socket and secured a cooling fan on top. This was the brain of the machine.
By M.Shahedul Hoque8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 4
The skies above Hollowmere still wept ash by morning. Charred rafters jutted like broken teeth from the skeletons of homes, and the once-bright banners of the town square lay soaked and torn in blackened puddles. The Spiral remained etched into the stone, cracked and flickering with pulses of dying light—like a heart refusing to stop beating.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters