Saga Stories Novels & Stories

and tell her how much i loved her and that I was remembering her during the last moment of my life. Just tell her that she was the most beautiful girl he ever met and that whatever may come she should not cry or else he will come back as a ghost to pull his leg and maybe then she would not like it. He also broke into tears and the other two consoled him. The third warrior told them that he neither had a girlfriend yet nor he had a wife.... no kids he has the Worlds most beautiful women in his life... his mother. He told the other two that his mother had raised him up single-handedly. She worked as a daily wage labourer and never let him feel that they were poor. She always worked overtime s

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

"I'll be going now." That scared me. How can that girl just get colors out of nowhere? It doesn't make any sense. It's too much to be a coincidence. I picked up her wallet, looked for her to give it back to her, and it just so happened that I could see colors around her. After years of literally not meeting anyone with colors, I meet her on my first day here? I won't just accept it so easily. There has to be some kind of catch to this. I'm sorry, Lilac Innocencia, but this will be the first and last time we'll ever talk to each other.

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

Naraja: “Ehhhh, I would have thought y’all would know about that saying at least even in this weird world. Familiarity is still something, even if I don’t remember who I am, but still...I mean I only know them because of how my heart/soul resonates with them. That's how I feel behind the words, but yeah it’s y’a know a pretty common saying where I’m from. Both of them, mhmm!” Sunshine: “Well you thought wrong Mister Naraja. Now can we hurry this up. I'm getting bored of all this talking and sitting around. I want to explore and explore and explore and explore!!” Naraja: “Geez! Contain your excitement little one! But yes we will continue onward with our adventure even though we don’t have a s

“my sister who works in sir's mansion told me that it's a disaster there." Does sir mean him? I definitely heard his name from her mouth earlier. “What kind of disaster?" My heartbeat increases as I wait for that woman to continue her talk. “Sir is always drunk and keeps shattering things. The workers can't even sleep at night since sir always starts shouting, crying when he's drunk. I have even heard…." I took one more step closer towards the door as her voice got more slow. “That in intoxication sir keeps apologising to someone. One time…"

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

So my parents thought it would be fantastic to dump our city life, to move out to the smog-free middle of nowhere, where we could get lost in the peace and quiet tranquility. My parents loved the solitude here, because they were both writers. My father wrote mystery thrillers, while Mom penned romance novels. They hated the hustle, bustle and noise of the city and were sure the peaceful wilderness would help them concentrate. “It’ll be a fresh start for all of us,” my mother assured me, following a bad breakup with my boyfriend, “a very healthy experience all around.” I wasn’t so sure, though. I didn’t know how easily I’d be able to adjust to the simple life of

I said through clenched teeth. The heat rose again. My vision flashed white. I shut my eyes tight, but the light stayed. I felt pressure in my head, like something trying to break free. The whispers grew louder. You cannot run from it. You were born for this. You are the key. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Stop.” Kael reached for my hands. “What is happening?” “I hear voices.” His jaw tightened. “What do they say?” I swallowed hard, trying to speak past the tremors. “They keep calling me Silverbane.”