Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

“Umm. No, he is from the Hidden pack. The first time I saw him, I rivalled his looks with that of gods and guess who won?” “Your man, of course,” she said, and both of us broke into laughter. “These grounds… are they?” “Those are training grounds. There are four training grounds as well. Students use training ground 1 or TG1. TG2 and TG3 are for army training and TG4 is especially for magic training and battles, which is quite common here,” she said. “Students?” I titled my head, confused, and the baby phoenix who had regained enough strength after sleeping all the way in my palms copied my gestures. The cutest thing ever.

A strange reddish light spread across the academy rooftops as the moon shifted, sliding in front of the sun. “Why the Skyforge Temple?” Rowan asked as they ran. “Why not anywhere else?” “Because it’s where the first Dragonheart bond was ever made,” Kai said. “The flames there remember everything. They either accept the bond… or reject it.” Rowan glanced at him. “Reject?” Kai didn’t answer right away. “Let’s hope it won’t come to that.” They reached the stone path leading uphill. The Skyforge Temple sat at the highest point of Arcadia Academy—a circular structure open to the sky, with pillars of blackened stone and braziers that never went out. Fire danced inside them tonight, brighter than R

Made in beautiful Redstone, it stretched in both directions far beyond what I could see. I couldn’t see the top of the palace even after craning my neck. God knew how many floors it had. What surprised me the most was that there were no guards posted at the gate. Then I remembered that this was not a human palace. For all I knew, charms and spells could be guarding it. After all, it belonged to these men who claimed themselves to be Golden Shifters. I wasn’t going to believe them unless I had seen the evidence. Everything seemed too good to be true. Why would the creatures that had remained hidden for millennia suddenly reveal themselves?

"Where do you want to go?" "I want to go run." My wolf growls in excitment as I let him through. Pitch black with a white patch on my chest. I feel Percy start taking full control as he winds through the houses, making his way to th epath into the forest. Freya catches up, looking like she is at a jog while Percy is running at almost full speed. Percy snarls and starts going faster, as Freya easily passes us and dissapears into the forrest. Our pads hit the dirt faster as we continue following her, deeper, until we come upon a pond. Freya pases around it, smelling the ground.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

They were creatures of nightmare, of darkness and death, and they wanted me. But Hayden wouldn’t let them have me. With a snarl, one of the furies lunged again, her claws slicing through the air. Hayden met her with a fierce swing of his sword, the clash of metal and magic ringing out like thunder. The fury shrieked in pain as Hayden’s blade cut through her, her form dissolving into shadow before my eyes. But there were still two more, and they were relentless. “Hayden!” I cried, fear choking my voice as I watched the remaining furies close in.

And purpose. “You don’t understand this place, do you?” I asked softly. She frowned. “I understand enough.” “No,” I said, stepping forward. “You understand power. You understand manipulation, pain, victory. But this realm... this isn’t a prison.” “Of course it is.....” “No,” I repeated, firmer now. “It’s a forge.” Mia laughed. “You always were the sentimental one. What are you forging, then? A ghost?” I looked around us. The walls were stone, dark and slick with something older than moss. The sky above was still churning silver smoke, but now I could feel a rhythm inside it like a language I’d never learned but suddenly understood. Like the realm itself was listening.

$$F_C = -\frac{\pi^2 \hbar c}{240 d^4} A$$ "We need to keep the plates of the Forge at a distance of $d < 10\text{ nm}$," Rhys explained, sweat dripping from his brow. "If the gap fluctuates by even a pico-meter, the vacuum pressure will collapse the body before it can even breathe. We need a stabilizer." "I'll be the stabilizer," Zane said. He stepped into the magnetic field, his obsidian skin glowing as he used his gravitational "Glitch" to lock the Forge’s plates into a state of perfect, unmoving tension.

The air was thick with the smell of red-hot iron and cooling slag, and the ground was made of jagged, obsidian-like scales that vibrated with a low-frequency hum of Unforgiven Debt. "The System-Purge didn't kill us," Leo said, standing up and dusting silver-ash from his indigo-glowing runes. He looked around the vast, subterranean forge, his silver-grey eyes scanning the rows of massive, rotating gears that seemed to be powered by liquid-shadow. "But we’ve been dumped into the Recycle Bin. This is where the High Council builds the 'Gilded' masks for the next cycle using the raw materials of our failures".