Series

The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth
The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth The world of Hurth is shaped not only by its people and lands but by the divine forces that guide, challenge, and inspire those who dwell within it. The gods of Hurth represent the many facets of existence, each wielding influence over their respective, sometimes overlapping, domains and watching over their followers with wisdom, fury, laughter, or cunning. Some shape destinies with a firm and guiding hand, while others revel in chaos, their influence unpredictable yet undeniable. Whether through grand temples adorned with sacred symbols, whispered prayers in tended fiends and hidden groves, or desperate cries upon the battlefield, the presence of the divine is inescapable.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)7 months ago in Fiction
Elion - The Silent Collector
Elion - The Silent Collector Though its name suggested stillness, Port Silence was never truly quiet. The world continued as it always had, merchants locking their shops, sailors securing their vessels, revelers stumbling from taverns, their laughter carrying through the darkness. But beneath the hum of city life, unseen and unnoticed, a quieter force walked among them. Not a lord, not a warrior, not even a priest, but something far older, far greater.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)7 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Four (Part 16)
The first time my best friend met my father, he had a gun pointed at my heart; the next, it was aimed at his own head. Two silent moments, nestled on the ledge of violence. Two chance meetings, bookends to a weekend that would change my young life and the lives of everyone around me forever.
By Christopher Dubbs7 months ago in Fiction
Oh Babe You're So Wet
Hunkering on the damp altar, the unwitting nuptial participants blinked at each other. One flicked a lazy tongue. The priest chanted louder, the better to reach the damp ears of the rain gods.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Thorne Stormfoot- The Wrath of Trantor
Thorne Stormfoot- The Wrath of Trantor The people of Baywatch had always lived in peace. Their days were spent basking beneath the golden glow of the sun, their nights lulled by the whispers of the tide. Fishing boats glided across the waters, markets bustled with fresh catches, and laughter echoed through cobbled streets.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)7 months ago in Fiction
Some Letters Should Not Be Found. Content Warning.
Peter took another sip from his drink. It was fourteen hours until he hit Los Angeles. A cold flush swept across his body as if someone had walked on his grave.
By Calvin London7 months ago in Fiction
Scalpel, Stat
The siren rises and falls, at exactly the right pitch to set my hairs on end, and pit my teeth against each other. It feels claustrophobic back here, as if the walls of the ambulance are closing in on me. Beads of sweat break out on my face, and I can feel my breath coming quick and ragged.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Stabbed
Here I am bleeding out on to the pretty redbricks of the High Street, when a familiar face looms into view above me. It's pale, almost luminous, and framed by very sleek black hair. Her lips are dark, and her eyes glitter.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Dodge and the Elemental Water Ale
All feeling in Dodge’s legs vanished as he, with a full body shiver, stepped forth into the suddenly shockingly frigid waters of the Serpent's Teeth, sinking up to his knee before he whimpered in a manly fashion as his teeth tried to escape his jaws and chatter their way to shore. Cold? Arctic? Glacial? He'd been warned that the water temperatures here were unusually cold. And he'd prepared accordingly, or so he thought. But even after having downed a potion of Warmth, the freezing waters still leached his bodyheat in a fraction of a second.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)7 months ago in Fiction
Nyx Sweetveil - The Shadowed Justice
The city of Cradlebrook breathed under the moonlight, a sprawling labyrinth of alleys, hidden corridors, and towering spires where power exchanged hands not by sword or spell, but through veiled whispers and unseen dealings. The monsters hunted and terrorized within the kingdom’s borders, clawing at its lands, but within the walls and halls of the capital, it was corruption that threatened to unravel the throne.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)7 months ago in Fiction
Are You a God?
It felt like a big break through, at first. Realising who these people were, I mean. It's a funny thing, being surrounded by people you created. I'm not saying I'm a god or anything. But.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner and the Heated Hand
In the blaze-washed heart of Cinderhold, where tempers burn hotter than the black-glass forges and grudges are carried like treasured heirlooms passed down from generation to generation, there are things you just don’t do: insult someone’s lineage, complain about the incessant heat, or, gods help you, cheat at their favored game of cards, Red Rock Flow.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)8 months ago in Fiction