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The Travels of Draconis Teine Part 3
During the walk to Lughvard’s home, he told me how I could make my repayment to him. He ran the orchard we were walking through. His orchard grew pluemin, the funny looking pear shaped fruit. He warned me not to eat the fruit from the tree because he would know, and then went on how to identify a ripe piece. He said I was going to be helping his employees harvest among other things he expected me to do.
By Fire Dragon Lit6 years ago in Futurism
The Travels of Draconis Teine Part 2
I fucking hurt. Everywhere. Seriously, every fiber of my being. Muscles, skin, head, legs. You name it, it hurts. Even my fucking balls. And why the fuck am I naked!? I had to figure out what was going on. Was this a dream? What was it they said about dreams? If you pinched yourself you could tell whether you were dreaming or not; that if it hurt you weren’t dreaming. Well it hurt and I didn’t get it. What was going and where was I?
By Fire Dragon Lit6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
3) The Shadow of the Ivory Tower Lady Kali stood on the balcony of the large manor house that had become her home for the last two months. She was once known simply as Sally. But that was another lifetime ago. As a matter of fact, she was on her fourth lifetime after a fashion. Her first life was as Sally, a luckless lady of the night. Her next brief life was when her soul, or essence or whatever you call it was transferred to a Shadow Sentinel to be enslaved for the purposes of overthrowing Empress Victoria II of The Civilization. Then for a brief time she was conscripted by the very same Empress that she was sent to kill, becoming one of her protectors. Finally, she found herself rescued by her most wonderful benefactor, Charlemagne Vorraceter. Not only did he rescue her from servitude but also, he shared her vision of a Clockworks free Zahn. This was when she took her new name, Lady Kali after the very goddess of death worshiped on the southern peninsula of the Easter Continent.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Childhood Demons
When I was 23, my father died. I would have preferred to have nothing to do with his demise. We hadn’t spoken since I left when I was 18, and with good reason. However, he had, for some unfathomable reason, left everything to me. The house where I’d grown up. His small savings account. A mess of different collectables.
By Madeline Peterson6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
2) Same Dance, Different Tune Meanwhile, across the city at the Steam and Whistle, Cooper was sitting at the corner of the bar, sipping at his single malt and trying to relax. He had just returned from a long trip where he had tracked down the last of the rebellious barons that were at large. High Lord Landry didn’t make things easy either. Cooper was forced to wade his way through and around the man’s entire regiment before cornering him in his mountain keep high in the Alpian Mountains to the far north, not far from the artic regions of the North Continent.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Fantasy World - Chapter 1 (An Original Web Novel Series)
[Author's Note: Check out the audiobook version of this chapter on my YouTube channel (Creation Web Novel Studio), just click on the channel name to be redirected. All of Fantasy World (Book 1) can be accessed on the channel in addition to the available chapters for Zombie World (Book 2). Each book has its own playlist for your listening enjoyment.
By Creation Web Novel Studio6 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen
Chapter One "Melanie Jessica Bane, you have been chosen." I rolled out of my mint green blanket and sat up, after having the most vivid dream I've ever had. I put on loud music and started dancing around the room, trying to figure out what I was going to wear for school. Today was going to be unusual, I could feel it.
By Brooklyn Lambert6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn: The Immortals’ Game 1) Along Comes a Spider This was another night in Grandeur City like any other night. The city had been busy rebuilding after the ill-fated coup attempt by High Lord James XVI of Calador two months prior.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker:
“What do I carry in my pockets and who am I?” Ok. My name is Daniel Zebulon nilo Emmett, and what do I carry? As an alchemist most of the things I need are mine at the clasp of a hand. I can simply wish anything I need, money for my bag, coins for my purse, water for my skin, all these I can use a spell for.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker
Echoes Of Magic It had already been a busy week. Nine “Veritas”, three nomad Stars and ana Asif, and the week wasn’t half spent yet. The girl looked 17, no one knew how old she was, most people in the Blocks didn’t know how old they were. They just knew it was another day they didn’t die.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
