Short Story
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 31) the end. AI-Generated.
The chamber roared like a living creature as the vortex of ancient light spun around Evelyn, its spiraling glow painting the cavern walls with shifting constellations. The air grew warmer—then colder—then impossibly still. Liam tried again to stand, but the force of the energy held him pinned against the stone wall, helpless.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 30). AI-Generated.
The chamber beneath the river pulsed with a slow, rhythmic glow—almost like a heartbeat. Evelyn felt it beneath her boots, through the icy stone floor, through the air itself. The symbols carved on the walls shifted, never staying still long enough for her to fully grasp their meaning. They moved like constellations rearranging themselves.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 28). AI-Generated.
The convoy of black SUVs cut through the snowstorm like shadows pushing against a raging sea. The wipers struggled to clear the thick layers of ice building on the windshield, and every gust of wind felt like the world was trying to push them back—warning them, begging them, to turn away.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 27). AI-Generated.
Snow hammered the windows of the safehouse like a relentless swarm of white arrows. The storm had arrived in full force—violent, consuming, roaring through the night as if nature itself was preparing for something unimaginable. But inside, Evelyn felt an even fiercer storm brewing underneath her skin.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 26). AI-Generated.
Whispers of the Shifting Seasons** Episode 26: The Storm Before the Truth By the time Evelyn and Liam reached the fortified safehouse on the outskirts of the city, the sky had already begun to darken. Heavy winter clouds churned above them, swollen with the weight of an incoming snowstorm. The wind carried a warning—sharp, cold, and trembling with an energy Evelyn couldn’t quite name. It felt like the world was holding its breath.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 25). AI-Generated.
The lantern swung gently from the branch, its warm glow painting the snow beneath it in trembling circles of gold. Evelyn’s breath puffed in short, uneven clouds as she stared at it— the same lantern that once hung beside the nursery door, lighting her childhood nights with a soft amber glow.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 24). AI-Generated.
Snow whispered against the cabin windows like fingers tapping from the outside. Evelyn sat at the edge of the old, soot-covered crib, gripping the photo the intruder had left behind. Her hands trembled, the edges of the picture digging into her skin.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 22). AI-Generated.
Night swallowed the forest long before the team reached the cabin. The cold had sharpened; the sky was steel-black; and every step Evelyn took felt heavier than the last. Rowan walked beside her, one hand near his holster, eyes scanning every shadow.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 20). AI-Generated.
The forest held its breath. The snow-covered clearing—once silent except for the wind—now vibrated with a tension so thick Evelyn could barely swallow. A woman emerged from the south trail, stumbling forward through the drifts as deputies tried to steady her.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
