Rito Village Novels & Stories

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.

she said, looking at the thick vines and flowers in front. "Uh..." Latina wanted to say something but words won't come out. She has a feeling that Sheila knows a thing or two about her dilemma. She smiled and nodded her head. "I have a lot to ask," she finally said, bending her body to fit on the small arc-like entrance made of wild roses. A village could be found on the other side. Houses were made of white stones with lamps and torches on their door. At the center of the village, a huge mansion stood, surrounded by glowing stones in different tints, it could be easily spotted.

“To where exactly we are supposed to go?” Estella was pretty curious regarding their visit to this witch. She heard enough about her from Egon, and she was impressed just listening to the skills that lady possessed. She couldn’t wait to see her. “We are going to the village that falls next to 5 villages, The SARAINE VILLAGE.” Akhim replied instead of Egon. By this time, Akhim had also befriended Estella despite of all his doubts about her personality. Egon stepped in the conversation, while their horses had slowed down by now, and were just pacing

I shook my head sheepishly and pointed at the picnic basket which sat on the kitchen counter—since the floor was open plan, I had a clear view of it, "but I think you might be forgetting something." Realization transformed Jericho's face which morphed into amusement, "How could I possibly forget that," he tugged on the lead for Slash to follow him. Once he had the basket in his free hand, he quipped, "it's a good thing she remembered, buddy, or we'd have one hangry lady on our hands later, wouldn't we?" Slash tilted his head up in what seemed to resemble a nod of agreement before letting out a single bark. "Hey," I jutted out my lower lip in a pout, feigning offense, "since when did you two

That's the truth. "The village's name is Bonzaii, because it started small," Ling Fu's wife, Gina, tells Leah a little later while she and Sergio each enjoy a bowl of noodles, shredded pork and small pieces of vegetables. Delicious and wholesome. "Just what the doctor ordered!" "Mmm,” Sergia nods in appreciation. “That’s what I ordered indeed. I love Chinese food!” “Very nice.” Leah struggles a bit with the chopsticks. Then exchange it for chopsticks. “As Bonzaii is now one of the bigger villages here in the heartland of nothing and nowhere, you have to consider a name change," Sergio joked. "One of these days, you might want to call the place Krematart or Boabab.”

(Violet’s POV) It took three hours by skiff and another hour on foot to reach what was left of the village. No one called it by name anymore. On court records it was listed only as a “neutral burn site,” part of the rogue raids that swept through the lowlands during the last territorial surge. But I remembered what it was before that. I remembered the crooked rooftops and blue window frames, the scent of pinewood and boiled honey, the way children laughed through the square barefoot in every season, too wild for rules, too fast for grief.

When Phantom Island resurfaces, we can go together. The girl in red enthusiastically invited them along. And so, Larissa, Vincent, and Birdie followed the girl home. Her name was Suzan Sullivan, and she lived in an abandoned village by the foot of the mountain. Suzan explained, "The volcano erupts once every few years. The villagers would only return after the volcano died down, but many have since moved away because of how troublesome it was. My grandfather and I are the only villagers left." From a distance, they could see a huge farm. They had plenty of grapes as well as livestock like chickens, ducks, geese, and goats.

My mother’s voice brought my attention back to my peephole. “I know. I heard his castle has a hundred rooms, and his whole clan can fit in there. Even though he does have a village where he houses his clan families.” Marianna said. “And you can be queen of the castle and his village. Just don't mess this up.” My mother’s already strong jawline got stronger with the gritting of her teeth.

Rameric's POV: What in the name of all the things that have gone wrong, is going on here?! When we arrived at this small village called the Village of Sorghum, the last thing I was anticipating was anyone needing my help. It was supposed to be a peaceful and quiet village where they grew and sold sugarcane that was used around our nation. The last thing I expected was to find several pillars of smoke rising from buildings located within the central area of the village.

Uncle Peter told me something that made my legs go numb. The meeting that was about to happen was to discuss the future launch of a Five star hotel in our town. Uncle Peter was to join the meeting and be a part of this discussion as the representative along with our Mayor Mr Paterson. He was worried that the future of his resort was in danger and so was the nature and landscape of our town. He wanted me to accompany him as his companion to represent his side of the things in the meeting.