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Beasty and the Brave
If you haven't read the other parts, please check them out first: Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more"
By Maryam Batool12 months ago in Fiction
The Passenger in Seat B9
Who was he? That man at the store. He was staring at me. Watching me. What was he doing? He was up to no good. I could feel it. I know it.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
Caged Bird Act 10
For the next couple weeks Dove stayed in the little cosy inn near Mookaite. She felt perfectly safe inside, and as far as she had heard, there had been no more attacks. But the failure to find Foxtrotter or track down the sorcerers (or werewolf) that had done this, didn’t help Dove’s state of mind. She wondered why she had stayed, after seeing Thorne in the same place as her. She had paid a month’s worth of tenancy, and had quickly developed a love for Mrs Chevey, her kindness and comfort were what she needed. Showering, and meeting her reflection in the mirror left her staring into her own eyes for what felt like hours every time. Into the reflection of thick, pale grey hair, and lime eyes that stared back at her. What did he see that night? Was it something familiar? Was she something he desired? She had to know. Did he think about her like she did? And as the days passed, Dove sought distractions through painting, reading, and taking up the company of sweet, old Mrs Chevey, the paranoia of Thorne being after her was worn away bit by bit. Nothing else worrying had happened to her, and she figured she was concealed through the innkeeper’s magic anyway. She was safe.
By Essie12 months ago in Fiction
Nine While Nine. Content Warning.
A Dark Urban Fantasy Serial Novel — ©2024 Prologue - Part One Five Years Before His ward, Isabeau Finne, was different. It was almost as if she could sense him near her, making his job as her Scáthanna a little more problematic than the norm. Perhaps it was her upbringing, coupled with her lineage, which was the cause of this disconnected cognizance — her mother had been an O’Cailleach, one in a long line of Scottish-Celtic witches. This gifted Isabeau with innate talents she was only on the cusp of discovering were much more than she’d ever been made aware of.
By Stasia Morineaux12 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Blackthorn Manor
**The Shadows of Blackthorn Manor** The rain fell in sheets, drenching the already sodden earth as Detective Eleanor Gray pulled her coat tighter around her. The wind howled through the trees, their skeletal branches clawing at the dark sky. She stood before the imposing gates of Blackthorn Manor, a sprawling estate that had been abandoned for decades. The iron gates were rusted and hung askew, their once-grand design now a twisted mockery of its former self.
By Ishan gupta12 months ago in Fiction
The Best Mystery and Adventure Books for Kids Featuring Young Detectives
Children love stories that take them on exciting journeys, spark their curiosity, and challenge them to think critically. Mystery and adventure books for kids do just that by engaging young minds with thrilling puzzles, fascinating characters, and unexpected twists. From eerie haunted houses to ancient castles hiding long-lost secrets, these stories delight children and make reading a truly immersive experience.
By Parker Kelly Books12 months ago in Fiction
Caged Bird Act 9
Oh, Jaggar liked this game. Taking care of old Foxtrotter for the Greyhand was boring work. He didn’t even get to hurt him.
By Essie12 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of Desire
The moon hung low over the dense forest, casting elongated shadows across the winding road. Emma tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. Beside her, Daniel sat in brooding silence, his jaw clenched as if holding back words that threatened to escape.
By Gaurav Gupta12 months ago in Fiction
Caged Bird Act 8
Circe. Dove stayed there, frozen in place and staring back at the awful figure in front of her. Then ran. She skirted round the corner and bolted up the street, almost forgetting where Mrs Chevey’s was. She turned her head. No one there.
By Essie12 months ago in Fiction
Caged Bird Act 6
Dove readied herself, shifting the magic through her body with a calm hum. The doll lunged forwards, but Dove kept her left hand ready for Kitty’s sneak attack. Roiling fire surged in her, and she struck the doll, aiming for its face. It reflected by lifting a gnarled arm, and in the short moment of distraction Kitty had moved in from the side, magic rumbling through her. Dove moved quick, and the magic seeping through her blood seemed to obey its own desires. Aiming again for the doll with her eyes still on Dove, she heard the crackle of fire burning its feet and dodged a pelt of rocks aiming for her torso. She breathed out, eyes flickering to the doll, and changed her mind. The fire leaked from her hands, smoke enrapturing each on-looker. Creating this tense little bubble, Dove willed the smoke to come out thicker. Darker. Feeling something old and intense run through her, she watched with almost fascination as the smoke formed a large shield around Kitty. Her earth magic should be able to penetrate the walls but hearing Kitty’s grunts gave Dove hope: she had time. The doll, now her only enemy, lunged once more, angry for the missed shot before. The doll’s fingers sizzled with surging heat, and Dove’s eyes locked onto the lightning zeal. It sputtered, willing the doll to be thrown onto its target. Dove reared back, shooting a quick glance at Kitty. The smoke had grown, black spikes of magic surging around her. Dove faintly heard her fellow fighters murmuring. This was something new. It felt angry. Dove channelled every intense feeling she was harbouring, and allowed it to flow out of her, billowing smoke clouds brimming with dark zeal. Dove couldn’t help but smile, her fire magic really had been advancing. Changing. Dove had lingered too long one spot, and the gnarled doll ducked low, and its hand swiped viciously for Dove’s stomach. She faltered, dropping low too. This was a mistake. She warned the right hand away, but caught sight too late of another lightning-filled fist aim for her eyes and was unsure what happened next. Seeps of dark fire exploded, she thought of the wall in her back garden, her father's angry voice, and connected a kick with some part of the doll hard. Kitty was beating through a small hole inside the smoke cloud, but Dove had eyes for only the doll, and sent angry waves into the gnarled thing, until it was blackened and dusty. The ignition of the doll took so much power, that Kitty had destructed the shield with a generous burst of thick gravel raining from above her. She was sweaty and cocked her head at Dove before sending the mass of rock after her. Dove hit the floor but repelled most of the pieces with an inferno. Dove turned and watched Kitty dodge behind her. Dove cracked her knuckles and felt the heat bubble within her once more. A hand of fire reached around Kitty. It pounded her against the wall, and the gurgling white hot finger threatened to make her face wax. “You look warm, Kitty.”
By Essie12 months ago in Fiction
The Skylight Room
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, stood an old boarding house on a quiet, winding street. Among its many rooms, nestled at the very top, was the smallest yet most enchanting of them all—the Skylight Room. The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit a single bed, a wooden chair, and a small desk. But what it lacked in size, it made up for in charm. A single skylight, framed by weathered wooden beams, opened up to the heavens, offering a breathtaking view of the stars at night and the sun's golden embrace at dawn.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Poughkeepsie Tapes
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of complete fiction, inspired by the movie The Poughkeepsie Tapes. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This narrative is not based on any actual investigations or events. The characters, events, and situations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and should be treated as such.
By Victoria Velkova12 months ago in Fiction