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NEVERLAND SERIES: The Hook of Eyes Excerpts
A couple of excerpts from my nine-part dystopian series in the making inspired by the movie, The Quiet Place. This clan fight and defeat this alien species called the Xomrix or the Xim by the locals. This sequel is after the events of the first book. Hope you enjoy!! Part 1 will be out soon.
By Ava D. about a year ago in Fiction
Songs of Glass
Narea was of the descendants of the stars– a Canticle, gifted with ethereal beauty, longevity and a voice that could soften the steadfastness of mountains. A tradition filled her tongue, a song of many generations, of love, loss and time taught to her by the ones before her and kept her connected to those ones.
By Ava D. about a year ago in Fiction
Once Again
“Just breathe, Maya,” the pale pink flowers spoke. “I can’t do it anymore, Sasha, it’s too hard.” “You have to try, My,” the indigo flowers spoke. “Please.”
By Ava D. about a year ago in Fiction
Bound by Night. AI-Generated.
Table of Contents Introduction Chapter 1: The Night of Reckoning. Chapter 2: The Hunter and the Alpha. Chapter 3: Secrets of the Past.
By Akiri Gabriellaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Betrayal
“Surprised?” she said with the air of a sadistic chuckle. The man stood there, silent. “Me too. Didn’t think I was cut out to be a dainty warrior. But someone,” she lingered while pulling out a silvery sharp sword. The tip was bloodied with the golden pixie dust of the enemies. “Someone showed me the way and then betrayed me. I was ready to kill them but they disappeared.”
By Ava D. about a year ago in Fiction
Baga Fravarti
The Baga Fravati, or simply Fravati to most, are the famous guardians of Mountain fortress Dahyu Vaišhta in the Northern reaches of the Armosian Empire. They guard the North from incursions of the Ischyros from the East and the Athanasian Dryads from the West.
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
"Broken Dreams
Vishal lay on his bed, the weight of his years pressing down on him like an anchor. The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, marking the passage of time with each second. It was a simple room, modestly furnished, but it had been his sanctuary for the past few months as his health declined. The once strong and vibrant man was now a shadow of his former self, frail and weak, his life reduced to the confines of this small space.
By afanaabout a year ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Infidelity:
I never intended for it to go this far. When I first met her, it was innocent—at least, that’s what I told myself. She was a colleague, nothing more. We worked together on a project that required long hours and close collaboration. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred, and what should have remained professional turned into something else entirely.
By afanaabout a year ago in Fiction
Bella's Quest for the Blue Crystal
In a forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures, a little bat named Bella lived in a cozy cave. She was a very cute bat with a blue glowing tummy and bright blue eyes that twinkled like the stars in the night sky. Bella was known for being courageous and funny, and she loved going on adventures with her friends. One day, the animals in the forest gathered to discuss a big problem: a dark shadow was spreading over the forest, threatening to destroy their homes.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Journey Begins
It was a long walk down the hall, past the lockers, and out the door of their school, Chad seemingly in a daze, before Andy finally burst. “So are you going to make me play twenty questions or what?”
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gadfly
While their origin was always clear, their identity was not–to the masses. Myself and others always knew who they were, but that identity mattered little when considering the doubt they sowed and the revolution they attempted to reap. They became an idea and a way to be. More of a mindset, less of an individual. The government saw to that last part with finality.
By kpabout a year ago in Fiction