Public Domain Novellas Novels & Stories

It shaped itself into an oval, like a massive mirror one could walk through. “What is that?” I asked, completely captivated by the shifting shape, which seemed to flutter in the gentle summer breeze. “The portal to the Kingdom of Spring.” Of course! Though he didn’t need to say it that way. “Do we have portals to all the kingdoms?” “Not the Kingdom of Darkness.” Which made sense—if Nicolais didn’t trust Altas, why would he have a portal there? And if he had a portal to the Kingdom of Darkness, Altas would certainly have one to the Kingdom of Summer, too.

"How do you know all this?" "Blake taught me. And he had me read a lot on the internet." Amy laughed again. "I read all those novels, right? Figured I knew what Doms and subs were all about. How naive am I?" "Yeah," Jackie laughed lightly, feeling completely ignorant. On the island, the whine of saws was punctuated by the pounding of hammers as the contractors worked to convert the cabin to a bunkhouse. The scent of fresh-hewn pine hung in the summer air.

the sarcasm was evident in Daniel’s words. “Whatever.” Ornais was annoyed at Daniel’s carelessness. He walked out of the room, shut the door behind him, and went to bed. Checkout was early the next morning, and for the first time since they had been working together Ornais had to find somewhere else for them to stay. Daniel followed suit, turning off his light and lying down. However, sleep evaded him. He tossed and turned, unable to keep his eyes closed for more than five minutes. What was so special about Abigail Davidson? The question kept him awake.

He gasped, blinking rapidly as the sky above him came into focus, blue, endless, stretching high above a landscape that had not existed moments ago. Grass brushed against his palms. The scent of earth filled his lungs. The others lay nearby, dazed but breathing. Myrra pushed herself up, eyes wide with disbelief. “We’re back?” Bram sat up with a grunt, shaking his head. “Not possible. That place, it was breaking. We should’ve...” “fallen with it.” Vame finished. Their gaze lifted toward the horizon. “And yet we didn’t.” Elior turned, his pulse a drumbeat in his ears. The Hollow Crown’s domain was gone. No abyss. No shifting shadows. No endless void. Only rolling fields, distant mountains, and

One sunny afternoon, as Liam and Jake enjoyed a leisurely stroll through a bustling city park, they stumbled upon a small outdoor art exhibition. Intrigued, they decided to explore the vibrant display of paintings and sculptures. As they admired the artwork, Liam's eyes were drawn to a particular painting—a mesmerising portrait of a mysterious woman with striking resemblance to Jake. The artist, a young and talented painter named Lucas, approached them, beaming with pride at his creation. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest masterpiece," Lucas exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships.

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