Questionable Questing Novels & Stories

"Well, he agreed to my demands. The army head I mean and I had wine just like you asked. I can remember I drank a lot." A lot... "Did you find what you lost?" That question means a lot. "I haven't found Luna. No, I didn't find her." He nodded his head and his gaze traveled to the door. I felt he was asking me to leave. "Why are you asking so much questions?" And why are you answering all of them? My subconscious queried me. The truth is I want to win his trust so he'll join us. "I'm just a bit curious this morning."He grinned. "By the way, your people will be waiting for their master. Don't you think you're wasting useful time?"

was no longer a law—it was the Tension that held the world together. The Lord of Doubt shrieked as his silver-oil form was overwritten by the raw, "Ugly" truth of a woman who had finally learned to trust her own uncertainty. He vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, his ledgers incinerated by the fact that the Will is not a constant—it’s a Hunt. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the top of the smoke-ceiling. "THE FIRST DOUBT IS VALIDATED. THE AUDIT OF THE WILL IS NON-LINEAR".

“Not all?” “Not all, it's hard achieving a 100% in places like that.” He nodded slowly, like he understood. Maybe he did. Maybe he'd been in enough ruins to know how it worked. You go in looking for truth, and you come out with pieces. Never the whole thing. “There's been talk,” he said. His voice dropped lower. “Strangers passing through. Asking questions. About a girl with dark hair and a wolf that doesn't play nice.” My stomach tightened. “What kind of questions?”

“May you complete your quest with honor.” I rolled my eyes. “Spare me the poetry.” We drove in silence, but just before the coast, the man asked the kind of question that didn’t belong in this world. “Do you believe in vampires and werewolves?” I didn’t even look at him. “I believe in finishing what I start. And right now, that’s surviving this quest.” He didn’t speak again. We arrived at the edge of the sea. Fog curled over the water like smoke from an old war.

"It is that I have observed specific qualities in you that are relevant to a specific need the pack has, and I want to develop those qualities in the context that will make them most useful." Rina, who occupied the leftmost position in the loose arrangement they had found when they gathered, tilted her head with the quality of someone whose curiosity and anxiety are competing for the same space. "What if we fail at what you are asking of us?" she said, and the asking was the asking of someone who has been taught that the question matters but is not entirely certain it is safe to ask it.

This was insane. "Hey, what do either of you know about the Four Trials of the Forsaken Apex?" I questioned. "It's the most dangerous quest one can go on." Oz informed me. "I've only heard very few things." Zeke admitted. "Do you know what the trials are, babe?"

"Who is Ecbert The Bold you may ask, like I said, he's very famous, the bards have written books about him, as a matter of fact, he's the one the crown wanted to hire for this job, this quest, but no one knows where to find him or how, so they settled on me instead... and now... wait..." Something clicked in Minos's head. What are the chances? He thought. What are the odds that the thing he is seeking is right here in this room. What if he didn't need to roam far and wide, what if the goddess Moira has turned to mischief and landed him right at the very doorstep of the treasure he is seeking. It's not the first time such a thing has occurred. He's heard of fables about men traveling across t

Ambrose had devoured the contents of three very full plates, much to Leo's disgust, when Countess Matilda rose from her chair once more. What are they doing here anyway? The church knew that the countess was a vampire yet the parish leader told him to visit her and offered their alliance. What exactly are they here? Knight Leo thought to himself. There are many strange occurrences since the young knight marries the witch and he doesn't know if it was for a show or Ambrose loved the young woman. Such a fool. “The quest will soon begin,” Countess Matilda announced. “We shall begin with Winterberg” She glanced at the knights, "Do you think you can trust your husband Nirvana?"

***** "You're blushing," Ire teased. "No, I'm not," I said with a pout, struggling to conceal the lingering flush of last night's intense encounter with Alpha King Damien. "You're blushing, no doubt about it," Ire declared, her piercing gaze scrutinizing me intensely. "I'm just excited about the quest," I told her. Her keen eyes narrowed as she studied me, as if searching for a hidden motive behind my blushing. Yes, the hunting quest. Beta Smith, our magic instructor had dropped the bombshell this morning, revealing to us that we are to embark on a hunting quest for the lost moonshine pack heirlooms. Lost deep within the magical forest where ancient artifacts lay hidden.

What's more weird is that there is a corpse of a veiled Challenger, burnt to the bone, lying on the ground. I confirmed that it was the burning flesh that I had sensed earlier. Anyway, I didn't pay attention to it and tried to ask, "Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" I said thinking that this is some sort of quest or something. Although I haven't yet received a trespassing notice. "How did you!?" The guy in the middle asked, it is possible that he was talking about the barrier they set up. [You have forcibly entered a sub-quest territory, the system validates your permission to intervene on the sub-quest, do you accept?]