Adventure
The Ancients
Seven: Erramore attempted to stay calm as the large council descended into chaos. Gregor Kuumgad lounged quietly in his chair with a grin as his attack dogs, Ravil Minkstev, Ferra Tellisivi, and Nadellia Lamistan, berated John Bennett about some ridiculous land disputes. Erramore felt sorry for the old man but knew she would be of no help. Saräh Möore had already received a tongue lashing when she jumped to his defence and, since then, stayed relatively quiet.
By NCS Napier3 years ago in Fiction
The Ancients
Six: Yanik silently worked the deer sinew around both ends of her yew bow, attaching the new horsehair string she had taken from the Wildman. It wasn’t a challenging job, but it was time-consuming to get right, and doing it wrong had fatal consequences. She sighed as she held the bow in front of her, struggling to accept the mismatched sinew that stuck out on her otherwise perfect bow like a rat on the Mountain Throne. She aimed at a large knot in a nearby aspen and pulled the string back, allowing it to thwack the air as she released it. The tension wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it would do until she got home.
By NCS Napier3 years ago in Fiction
The Ancients
Prologue: This was the end. A vertical mountain spewing pristine water into a ferocious pool hundreds of paces below. From there, the water gains momentum before twisting its way along the perilous path into the High Mountains, violently lapping at its crumbling banks, reaching out to clasp any foolish enough to make the treacherous journey and drag them into its icy embrace. Trees and vines extended from the confining rock face, pushing travellers to the brink as roots waited to snare feet and send innocents tumbling into the greeting rapids. Jutting rocks, forked rivers, lakes, farms, and cities then turn the once pristine water into brown sludge that trickles into Maga Veteemä. Perhaps more aptly: This was the start.
By NCS Napier3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost is bound to a location because of their unrequited love, but must find a way to be free and be with their loved one
The ghostly figure floated aimlessly through the abandoned mansion, her eyes fixed on the portrait that hung on the wall. It was a painting of a young man, with a dashing smile and piercing blue eyes. The ghost was bound to this location, unable to leave its confines, because of her unrequited love for the man in the portrait.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost is able to return as a living person through a spell, but must face the consequences of leaving their afterlife behind
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Isabella. She was known throughout the village for her beauty and kind heart, and she was loved by all who knew her.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost and a living person are able to communicate through dreams, but must find a way to make their love last in the waking world
In a small village nestled in the rolling hills of England, there lived a young woman named Eloise. She had always been fascinated by the stories of ghosts and spirits, and she often dreamed of finding love in the world beyond. Little did she know that her dreams would soon become a reality.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction






