Mystery

ANCIENT OAK VI
The island of the female warriors became the battleground for a conflict that transcended the mortal realm. The forces of darkness, led by the relentless Prince of Darkness, descended upon the sacred temple. As the battle unfolded, the female warriors fought with unwavering valor, their determination echoing through the enchanted forest.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
Ciphers of the Mind
In the picturesque town of Everdale, where time seemed to linger in the air, Emily Sterling, the town's diligent librarian, stumbled upon an ancient secret that would catapult her into a world of mystery and intrigue. It all began one unassuming afternoon in the hidden archives of the town's historic library, a place known only to a select few. Emily discovered a weathered tome, its leather cover adorned with cryptic symbols that seemed to whisper forgotten tales of a bygone era.
By Avijit Das2 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter Is Portuguese
Harry Potter is an orphan boy who lives unhappily with his aunt and uncle, the Dursleys. He receives a letter containing an invitation to join Hogwarts, a famous school specializing in training young wizards. Initially, Harry is prevented from reading the letter by his uncle, but he soon receives a visit from Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, who arrives to take him to school. Harry enters a magical world that he had never imagined, living different adventures with his new friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. And we already know the rest of the story, but why do I think Harry Potter originated in Portugal?
By Gonçalo Pizarro2 years ago in Fiction
Undead Weekend
“In the shadow’s embrace, where stone meets bone, we resurrect the forgotten, the lost, the unknown. Through moonlit incantations, we call back the departed, breathing life into their slumber, with power uncharted,” the five girls chanted in the middle of a moonlit cemetery.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK V
"Memoria cadentium manebit in cordibus nostris," Elara chanted, her voice imbued with reverence, the ancient Latin spell resonating through the sacred grove. The coven members stood under the silvery light of the moon, their eyes reflecting the solemnity of the moment.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
Spiderweb -Part 2.
The annoying horn sounded again four hours later; the workday had come to an end. Hugo gathered his belongings and stood behind a long line of dirty and exhausted people. He boarded one of the company buses and sat in the back by a window. He always left his backpack on the floor by his feet, but this time, he held it on his lap and protected it with both hands as if he were carrying something dangerous. A thread of nervousness ran through his body, even though there was no reason for him to be nervous. But several signs throughout the area pointed out, "PROHIBITED TO APPROPRIATE TOOLS OR MATERIALS FROM WORK." And Hugo remembered reading it in his employment contract.
By L2 years ago in Fiction
"What If I Could Turn Back Time?"
Once upon a time in a quaint little town named Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and a serene river, there lived a woman named Eleanor. She was known far and wide for her wisdom and kindness, a person who had always believed in the power of choices and their far-reaching consequences.
By Rehan2 years ago in Fiction
Spiderweb
The loud noise of the chainsaw disappeared as soon as he turned it off. He removed his protective goggles and wiped the sweat from his forehead. On the left side of his blue work overalls, at chest level, it read: MADERAS S.A, and on the right side: HUGO. When he heard the distant honk of a horn, he held the chainsaw with one hand and left his work station; it was lunchtime. He walked on a floor of dry leaves and bark that crunched under his feet and zigzagged through a sea of tree stumps until he reached a muddy dirt path. Hugo joined several dozen coworkers who shared his tired expression. As he walked with his head down and the midday sun beating down on his neck, he happened to glance at a solitary tree stump by the side of the road.
By L2 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK IV
"Ex tenebris veni, in tenebris dominabo," the Prince of Darkness chanted as he arrived. The malevolent incantation reverberated through the desolation of Mount Doom, and the skies themselves seemed to recoil from the dark power that had been summoned. The very mountain quivered as the ground shattered beneath the feet of the sinister forces. The air grew heavy with foreboding, and the once-charred slopes of Mount Doom seemed to come alive, as if haunted by the nightmares of its past.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK II
The Veiled Enigma Coven, having pledged their unwavering devotion to the balance of magic, found themselves enveloped in newfound knowledge and the immense power bestowed upon them by the Obsidian Grimoire. They embraced this sacred wisdom with reverence, for it carried not only great potential but also great responsibility.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
The Coven's Secret
'In mystic realms of ancient lore, A spell to traverse time's grand floor. With words and will, we'll make it clear,
By Katya Danova2 years ago in Fiction
Brotherhood of Shadows
The Brotherhood of Shadows had unraveled the prophecy, and their preparations were complete. The cosmic alignment that the prophecy had foretold was drawing near, and it was time to journey to the heart of the mystical realms—the Veil of Shadows.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction