Prologue Novels & Stories

“You don’t just want to know the future. You want to control the story. All the stories. Forever.” “I am the Keeper,” she says, her chin lifting with a fanatic’s pride. “It is my purpose to maintain the integrity of the narrative. To guide it toward its most elegant, most harmonious conclusion. Your ‘prophecy’ is just a symptom - a bleed-through from one cycle to the next. A glitch. But glitches can be studied. Understood. Harnessed.”

The contact seemed to trigger all that she had been holding and she wept into his chest. He allowed her to cry and when no tears fell anymore, he wiped away the tear lines and placed a kiss on her forehead. “All that we need to go to the Salutis temple has been prepared. We will leave tomorrow.” Camila’s eyes widened and she searched his face for any sign that he was bluffing, but when she saw none, she released a small smile and a breath. “Thank you… so much.” That night, neither of them truly slept and the next day, even before the first crack of dawn, they were already on their way.

A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives. The next day when I was finally not that surrounded by warlocks, I took out the small booklet. "¡Trae una cúpula para proteger a mis seres queridos!" I chanted under my breath. A dome appeared in the sky slowly placing a barrier between the warlocks and all of us. It is not that strong and I don't have that much time to waste.

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

I questioned "Yes low quality facility." "Can you just explain it directly I’m so lost right now?" He let out a breath "You brother isn’t a fourth-stage cancer patient." What is he talking about, I’m so lost right now. "What? Can you please explain I don’t understand?" "You see, there are different kinds of cancer, every case is different. What I’m trying to say is that I have run some tests on your brother and the results are different from what you are telling me." He walked towards a cabinet and brought out a file, he opened it and showed me a human diagram "What is this?" He asked

Forrester across the floor with such ease. One by one, the creature pointed to each student, its gaze lingering, ruling them out as the one it was looking for, its serpentine voice hissing with disappointment. It got to Echo, its finger hovering, and was about to rule him out too, but it stopped, its movements pausing. It took another deep breath, its head tilting as if examining him, its invisible gaze piercing. It raised its hand, turning it palm up, and then made a fist. Echo's body went rigid, his eyes wide with pain, and he began to slide across the ground, as if on ice, propelled towards the shrouded figure. When he got close enough, the creature took another whiff at Echo, a long, dra

I wish I could go back to three days ago when everything was simple, and I was happy with my triplets, but I know that won’t happen no matter how much I wish it could. I’ve thought about returning the hard drive to Mr. Sullivan then maybe things would go back to normal. Maybe he might let me go but that would be betraying Chloe and her family. That would mean she died in vain while trying to help me escape the clutches of the devil. I can’t let their deaths go in vain. How many people did he kill before, and they’ve never gotten justice? I know I’m way out of my damn mind to think I can fight against the biggest notorious mafia gang in the world and win but I have nothing to lose, and he has

** The Broken Promise** The story opens in an elegantly decorated chapel, adorned with white roses and soft candlelight, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden pews. Guests sit in anticipation, murmuring in excitement as a soft melody plays from the string quartet. Outside, the sky is a bright blue, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the chapel’s grand walls. The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the promise of new beginnings, but the atmosphere is thick with tension.

"He's just beginning." The column of light expanded, consuming everything in the pass—the drones, the Gravekeeper, the mountain, the sky. "Is this the end?" Richard screamed over the roar of the disintegration. "No," the figure said, his voice drowned out by the sound of a world being rewritten. "It’s the prologue." The light vanished. The mountain pass was gone. The sky was silent. Only the figure remained, standing in the crater, watching the dust settle. "Who are you?" a voice echoed from the dark hole in the mountain.

It was clear that the Vale family fortune would eventually go to Katrina. Once he secured the Vale family, would he still fear his uncle? Damien was going on a business trip and wouldn't be back for three days. The outcome between the two groups would also be decided in three days. Although the winner seemed obvious, no one could be sure who the ultimate victor would be until the very end. Serena wasn't worried. She spent her workdays playing video games. Until the second day, when Maureen called. She informed Serena that they had found the fortune-teller that Chris trusted. Serena decided to meet him. Using her connections, she arranged to meet the fortune-teller.