Fable: The Lost Chapters Novels & Stories

Psh, take the hunter any day was my opinion. It wasn’t to hard to play that I didn’t have an interest in protecting her especially to these buffoons. “Well tell me everything,” she said after she bit more into her sandwich. “Every thing?” “Every thing,” I took a deep breath and began. “I was born during the regency era of England. My parents were loving and loyal to one another which was rare in the hierarchy of that age. Especially when the Regent himself wasn’t loyal. It was at a ball, the last one of the season, I saw a man and woman in the dark walk and assumed there’d be a wedding in a fortnight if not three days. When suddenly the woman went limp and fell to the ground, the man turned

I frown, trying to communicate with her. “Combustum,” I saw the fire that circled around me and her hiding us from the attack. Liv got up and pulled a leather book from her cloak and flipped through pages. I tried to get up, but my chest felt tight. “Don’t move. You still need to heal. It will take more time because I didn't use all my energy on you.” “Liv?” “I know you are confused, but now is not the time.”

The First Author's body slowly dissolved into countless points of light. Before disappearing completely... he smiled at Adrian one last time. "The story is yours now." The light faded. Silence returned. But it was no longer an empty silence. It was filled with infinite possibilities. Far beyond the City of Forgotten Authors... beyond the White Tree... beyond every Door... a brand-new page turned by itself. And somewhere... in a world that had not yet been imagined... someone wrote... Chapter One.

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo

Wrapping one arm around its throat and using my free hand to rip the arrow from its leg, causing it to screech in pain. I repeatedly use the arrow to stab its face, specifically focusing on its eye. It’s going crazy and scratching my arm that is holding it in place. My arm burns where it has broken my skin. But if I release the creature, I will lose my advantage, so I bear the pain. Eventually, it stops moving and collapses to the ground. I roll off the top of it, thanking the goddess I survived. I examined my arm, which was burning and coated in blood that didn’t belong to me. I stagger as Anabelle drags me to my feet. It was at that moment when Tala told me she was having to counter some p

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Its pages, infused with Luna's enduring wisdom, were destined to be a beacon of light for Nampa through the tapestry of time. As Luna and Alpha Burst closed the first chapters of the Book of Luna, the enchanted realm seemed to resonate with a harmonious energy. The sacred grove, the witness to countless tales, embraced the addition of a new chapter — a chapter that would echo through the ages, shaping the destiny of Nampa with Luna's eternal guidance.

Author: Catherine Edward Pari Tibba, the land of fairies is home to an ancient legend. Deep in the belly of its oak and pine forest lurks an evil, waiting to be unleashed. Andrew Garrison is desperate. Driven with sorrow, he sets out to Pari Tibba to seek the very evil whose name must not be spoken of. Disclaimer: Explicit Content. The story contains mentions of rape and non-consensual sexual acts, strong mature language, and graphic violence. Prelude