Fabled Webs Novels & Stories

Arnold said pursing his lips, “Your story seems so believable Mr. Roy but……” “Look at these pictures.” Mr. Roy said interrupting him. He projected some images on the screen. Sarah's mouth hung open as she saw the lush forests. In some pictures, there were creatures too. “Wow! This is beautiful. What are those golden-brown creatures? They look so exquisite.” “They are deer. This forest is a haven for many of the species that have become extinct on the mainland. See there is a rabbit, a squirrel and those are lovely butterflies.” Mr. Roy said scrolling through the images.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

He also sent a file of the gossip website’s activity and there she saw a familiar name who sent the same content she was looking at just a second ago. Hayden Moreau.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

I saw the description of the page, placed in the sidebar: "I, the host of this website, known as 'the_scarlet_truth', have devoted my entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', known mostly from legends or fairy-tales passed down from generation to generation. I know they are real, saw too many strong evidence, heck, I even saw them myself. It's already 998 website on this topic that I created, the ones before always vanished mysteriously overnight after a while. It might be common on the Deep Web but not so often and sudden, especially since there were no problems with the servers beforehand. When I looked deeply into it,

It was a compulsion, a need, a sickness. I pulled out my phone and found his company's website. I scrolled through photos of him at charity events, at press conferences, at galas like this one. I knew his address, his phone number, his private email. The information was all there, just a few clicks away. I felt a thrill of a hunter, the predator, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This was me, the real me, the one no one knew, the one I had been hiding even from myself.

TADE Tade waved at the security officer as she drives into the parking lot of Sunrise Mall, it's been two years since she discovered Pheecoz Beauty Salon, their customer's service, neatness, specialty in all styles, and the fact that the salon is mostly patronized by celebrities, made her choose the Salon as her final bus stop. For Tade, the primary reasons for going to the salon on a Friday can only be to get the right connections and get explicit celebrity gist. Getting her hair done is just secondary. If the gist being shared is juicy, Tade doesn't mind to voluntarily swap her turn with another customer just to buy more time to enjoy whatever topic of discussion it is in the gossip mill t

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

Nevertheless, I pushed forward, my fingertips dancing across the keyboard, searching for the elusive truths hidden in the vast expanse of the internet. Websites appeared and disappeared on the screen like fleeting phantoms, their pages teeming with folklore, legends, and ancient myths. I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims.