Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

Magic fills the forge. Shutting my eyes, I reach down to the well of power. My fire responds, warming my body. Reaching for the ground, I empty my mind and connect to the earth, to water and to the air around me, to all the molecules that make up the world around us. I can feel the ruins vibrate as I open up a path. Then I think about the weapon in my mind's eye, I reach for it, feel the smoothness of the metal, the strength of the compound bonds, and the heat of the forge that crafted it.

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

Build a public playground, fix some schools which are in need, and many more. Arissa exhaled heavily. She knows that her foster mom would never ask her to support the orphanage anymore but still, she feels a burden deep inside her heart to help them out. Whatever and whenever she was able to do, she would do it. “Arissa…” “Yes?” “Come here….” “Sure..” She runs lightly to Vika and ready to fulfill her first assignment. …………………………………………………………………………………………… “Next… “ “Yes…holddd….” “Good….Keep pose…..”

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

she said as she left the room She looked at the key which had fallen on the ground, "Make sure the edges of the French toast aren’t burnt" she whispered as she hissed, she picked up the key and opened the pantry. She brought out some veggies and started chopping them, "Noor, why haven't Afraah prepared our breakfast, I am hungry" she heard Jamil's voice coming from the dining room "She didn’t prepare the breakfast before she want us to starve, that’s right Afraah is a very wicked girl that’s why I always tell you to stay away from her," Noor said as she peeked at the kitchen and glared at Afraah

Ruled by Chieftain Garok Stonefist. THE KILLGROUND – Arena of the Wilder Games A massive forest arena enchanted with spells to keep the tributes within and keep the beasts from killing each other. The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted.

His hand tightened abruptly as he admired the terror filling her face as she struggled to breathe. "Very well. I was already displeased with that brute anyway. Before I take the top position, I will get rid of the eyesore. As for Julia..." Amusement filled his eyes. "I have never played with this type of girl before. She should be quite interesting."

We weren't driving into a base; we were driving into a chasm. The Blood Moon Forge When the doors finally hissed open, I didn't see a military bunker. I saw a cathedral of industry. We were miles underground, in a cavern so vast it had its own weather system of steam and cold drafts. The walls were lined with massive, ancient pipes and glowing blue crystals—the same tech Fenris mentioned they had salvaged decades ago. In the center of the cavern stood the Forge. It was a circular platform of black iron, suspended over a pool of churning, white-hot magma. Surrounding the platform were four massive pillars carved with the symbols of the old packs—wolves, ravens, bears, and dragons.

The heavy, suffocating drama of the night games gave way to a crisp, bright morning. The festival grounds woke early, the air thick with the smell of roasting meats, pine, and the sharp metallic tang of freshly sharpened steel. Down in the main arena, the brutal mud pit from the Beast's Tether had been completely filled and packed down with fresh dirt. In its place stood two colossal, reinforced timber walls, each painted with a massive, multi-tiered grid resembling a giant, wooden game board.