Novel & Cerita Middle Ages Stories

“Here, it’s almost time for dinner.” “Thanks,” the boy replied before taking a huge bite. “Did your father ever tell you any stories concerning an old man and a foggy hill?” Rhina inquired. “Nope,” Ishida answered plainly. “How many stories about old men did he tell you?” the girl asked. “Quite a lot! Seven, if I remember correctly. ‘The Woodcutter and the Door of Fates’ was one... ‘The Old Man and the Desert of No Return’ was another. Oh yes, there were ‘The Legend of King Makarael the Great,’ ‘Hayami’s Grandfather,’ ‘Heroes of Aquarius,’ ‘Sir Kharkin of the Seven Seas,’ and ‘Aram the Master Sage.” Ishida recalled. “None of them were about a gravestone or a hill.”

My stomach turned with revulsion that never quite faded. "Speaking of interesting stories," Thelma said, her words slurring more noticeably now as she drained another glass. "Has anyone told the old tales yet? The really old ones, from before the manor was even built?" "Old tales?" Madison perked up immediately, leaning forward with interest. "What kind of old tales?" "The dark ones," Thelma said with relish, clearly enjoying having a fresh audience. "The bloody ones. The ones that actually happened, not fairy stories."

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

‘Old enough to earn me good money then’ He dragged them out of the cage by their hair, ‘What do you think guys, money earners?’ The Guards looked at the teenagers and then the Alpha, ‘Oh hang on perhaps this will help’ He extended his claws and ripped their clothes off then held them up naked, Jacob struggled against his chains mortified for his young sisters, ‘Alpha please’ He coughed again and Damon grinned evilly,

"What's more, you know, likeliest result is you'll arrive and they'll say, 'Eh, you're OK, however not our somewhat young lady'. What's more, you'll squander like an entire year mooching around France, scarcely making due with strip clubs and leader bistros." Lannie remained quiet through the talk, watching Mollie's jaw move as the Scot talked. When the hand comes up, she took the young lady's fingers and pulled them away, shoulders drooping. A piece of her needed to holler at the blonde. It was exactly the same thing every other person had told her. Her folks attempted to frighten her with accounts of certain man-eaters who jumped at the chance to eat the skin off adolescent young ladies wh

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

When Belinda and Ace finally got to where Rita was sitting, before either of them could utter any word, David and Junior quickly recognised themselves from the other day they played together at Junior’s school. The innocent kids ran towards each other and screamed back at their parents saying, "Mummy see my friend!" To be continued...

I leaned closer to the door, debating if I should knock harder when my reflection caught in the glass panel, twenty-one year old, flushed from the ride, skin still damp with sweat, eyes wide like a girl caught doing something she shouldn’t. “Hello?” I called softly, raising my voice just enough to carry through the door. Still nothing. I knocked again, a little harder this time, the sound echoing off the porch. I turned my head, about to give up, when I heard the faint click of the lock. The door creaked open just enough for me to glimpse him. He was older, much older than the guys I usually dealt with on these runs. Maybe late forties or probably early fifties, broad shouldered, dressed cas

Mom looked at us for a long moment, her eyes moving between us with a mixture of love and sorrow. “I am not going to scream or throw things,” she began. “Because I love both of you. But I need you to listen to me realistically. Rachel, you are thirty-three. You are in a completely different stage of life than my son. You want stability, maybe marriage someday, maybe children of your own. Ethan is twenty. He is still figuring out who he is. He has college, career choices, and years of growing ahead of him. Do you really think this can work long-term without one of you getting hurt?”