Rimworld Stories Novels & Stories

His eyes, dark and predatory, were locked on me, on the way I was huddled under the sheets, my hair a bird's nest and my lips swollen from Richard’s mouth. "Business emergency at the docks," Raymond whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the very floorboards. He didn't move his gaze from my face. "The Gills are acting up. I might not be back until the sun is up, Rich. Keep an eye on her ."

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

She informed me as she opened the gate that leads to the hostel. The dorm rooms were built in the form of an apartment with large glass windows and adequate space between each building. I stood in awe looking at the view . A woman seemingly in her thirties walked up to us sweating profusely like she had run a marathon. She glanced at me then turned to the secretary giving her all her attention. " Mrs Coker. Here's the new student I told you about ,Riley Essah. She is in the science block specialising to be a doctor. " Mrs Simpson said . " Welcome to sky high college. Our vision is to shape leaders." Mrs Coker said. Mrs Coker walked me to a particular room and took out a key from her smal

Carolina lay there, counting his breaths in time with hers, and finally closed her eyes. Somewhere on the roof, Mira’s voice cackled through the scavenged intercom, calling for another party, another riot, another story. Carolina smiled, and this time it lasted even after she fell asleep. — The city rolled on: wars quieted and flared, power shifted, so many gangs and found families and memory-keepers vying for a tomorrow that might just persist. Mira became the face on every legend, half leader and half jester, and the twins’ library grew so massive they had to hollow out a second building just to fit all the stories. If there were ever gods in this world, they were forged in those stories—i