Adventure

Symbiotic: Chapter 52
Chapter 52 Sara trudged up the winding path to the mines, boots crunching against gravel and dust. The air grew cooler as she approached the cavern entrance, where the Dungeon Control Crystal pulsed faintly with its eerie light.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles
Spring had come quietly to the Han River. Not the bright, loud kind. The kind that arrived in small changes Wooyoung only noticed because he spent so many evenings here.
By Guia Noconabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 51
Chapter 51 Sara’s Basic Alchemist Workshop was less a room and more an avalanche of controlled chaos. The walls were lined with shelves sagging under the weight of jars and vials. Herbs dried to brittle stalks, powders glittering faintly with mineral light, shards of Crystals of every hue and affinity glowing like captured stars. Each container bore a label, some neat System labels and others little more than a scribble that only she could decipher.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 50
Chapter 50 The climb out of the volcano was long and, before her System improved stats, would have been grueling. Sara’s boots scraped against jagged stone, her breath coming in steady rhythm as she ascended the winding tunnels. The heat pressed against her back like a living thing, the glow of magma fading as she rose higher toward the crater rim. Each step carried her farther from the pulsing heartbeat of the Volcano’s Control Crystal, and from Fluffy’s always full hearted laughter echoing faintly through the bond.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Lost Souls
The First Time I Saw Him The first time I saw the boy, he was sitting on the edge of the school playground beside a kid who was crying.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
When We Found the Sky Again
The first day the sun returned to Crestfall Valley was the day Aiden met Liora. For ninety-three days, the valley had been swallowed by winter fog — a thick, silver curtain that dimmed every morning and turned every night into a blur of shadows. The people of Crestfall called it the Long Haze, the kind of phenomenon that only happened once every few decades. Crops froze, windows stayed closed, and most folks kept their heads down, counting the days until the sky reappeared.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
In Too Deep
Pearl sat brimming with excitement on the edge of her seat. Going to the surface was a rare occurrence; it had happened only four times in her fifteen years of life. She watched the needle on the depth gauge slowly tick toward zero. Seahorses fluttered in her stomach as her excitement grew. Her father slowed the submarine as they approached. Pearl watched the water outside the control deck windows lighten in color until it finally washed away, revealing a clear blue sky. Pearl jumped and slipped off her seat, mainly from excitement and partially from surprise at how bright the incoming light was. Her eyes were accustomed to the much darker conditions of the habitat nearly an eighth of a mile below the surface.
By Eric Boringabout a month ago in Fiction
Journey to the Center of the Galaxy
Kevin had had radiation blast him; he had exited Earth's solar system in a space ship; he had traveled through both time and space and at the speed of light. For the first time; he was shot through a worm-hole without any protection. The experience was a terrifying as it was wonderful.
By Po Iveyabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 49
Chapter 49 “Hungry? Oh yes yes yes! Belly rumbles! Need foods. Magma treats! Feed me, Mistress! Feed me more and I’ll be the happiest worm ever!”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 48
Chapter 48 Sara settled herself at the bottom of the Magma lake, resting at the base of the Volcano Territory Control Shard, its crystalline pulse steady and reassuring behind her. She cradled the Greatworm Hatchling Egg in her lap, its shell glowing red from the outrageous ambient heat, veins of fire and stone energy threading across its surface. The hatchling’s spark pulsed erratically, stronger than ever, feeding greedily on the potent ambient energy saturating the magma chamber.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Silent Night, Deadly Night
Christmas is a time for joy, for love, for peace. Yet peace survives only when evil is held back. The rules have shifted; Christmas is no longer about naughty or nice. For this season, nice takes its rightful throne in a wicked world, until the spirits stir again.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
THE STARLESS MARK
Kade Thornwild never believed in destiny. Not the kind that chose people, at least. In his experience, destiny only chose the loud, the brave, or the ones foolish enough to run toward danger instead of away from it.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction