Discworld Novels Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t have approached if it was not glowing because I already knew the story behind it but I did and it opened when I just barely placed my hand on the handle. “Strange.” I mutter as I opened to door fully to see stacks of scrolls inside the drawer. Picking up the one at the top of the pile, I unrolled it only to see an account of someone’s life, a queen, it would seem. Reading through it, it didn’t take me long to discover that these scrolls were from the time before the Northshore was Northshore, the queen referred to her kingdom as another name but still her descriptions where the same with the few ones I have heard about the forgotten world.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

The first seven eyes want to crack, but make all the strength can not run over, can not stop, can only watch. "Rumble!" With an earth-shattering roar, the entire hall instantly collapsed, no, it wasn't the hall that collapsed, but the entire space collapsed in this instant ...... ...... The wind, whistling, the sky, a bright moon is bright. *** The Nine Worlds Chronicles, finally a prequel *** Want to read the Nine Realms character extras? Lingyin, Weiyang, Qianyu Nishang? Or all of them! Part! People! Want to read the story of the main character thousands of years ago? Want to know who the person who resurrected the protagonist was? Want to know what happened twenty years ago?

What a night. My dream was partially right. Vampires and werewolves live among us and I am possibly the only true human who knows about it. Among the threat of vampires we also have Daemons? Was that what Kayla called it? My laptop was in my bed, I sat and opened it and keyed that word. Multiple results came up on my screen and like Kayla said Daemons are godlike. Minor gods or smaller spirits. Well that doesn’t explain anything! It doesn’t explain the source of those daemons who nearly ripped my heart out or the origin of vampires and werewolves in WhiSare. Who would have thought that such a small town had a dark interesting secret?

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Chapter 1 The night was alive with screams. Smoke curled from burning huts, mixing with the acrid stench of fear and blood. Clara’s village, a peaceful cluster of homes near the river, was no longer a sanctuary. Shadows danced in the firelight, twisted by the terror that had invaded their quiet lives.

“The war is over.” The elder’s breath shuddered. “Then why is the world breaking?” Behind him, younger mages whispered amongst themselves, their hands shaking as they tried and failed to cast even the simplest of spells. Myrra stepped forward, clutching the tome. “Magic is… fading,” she admitted. “Something about Erythos’ presence was woven into the world itself. And now that he’s gone....” “We’ve undone something we didn’t understand,” Velora finished grimly.