روايات وقصص ضمن Savage Worlds Science Fiction Companion

He warned sternly, “They wouldn't believe you anyways.” I'd never been so confused in my entire life. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. He laughed again. “It's because you're yet to open your eyes. You looked weird standing and flailing with your eyes closed.” What? “Open your eyes, Dawn.” He commanded. At once, a light switch was turned on, and I could see. Old Alpha Devon sat petting two wolves. The first one was a majestic golden one. The other was cyan blue, just like the moon.

I didn't quite understand her and where exactly she's heading to. She was still staring at me, not even blinking her eyes or breaking the eye contact. She looked all serious and tears were in her eyes and I could tell she was fighting it from flowing down her cheeks. I just stared at her dumbfounded, not having any words to say. "I'm not from Earth and what I told your mom wasn't all a lie – it was the truth. I'm from a place more like another world called Marazona. There, we don't have cars, we don't have clothes like this, we wear leaves. We don't know what a TV is or look like. And the most shocking part is that, we don't have male over there. I've never seen people of your gender before

Although he had already noticed this on the Wern farm, there was no mechanical device to be seen at the site. When Zark began to think that science and technology were less developed in this world, he immediately realized that his expectations were a bit naive. Even with magic, science wouldn't necessarily advance faster than in his own world. To avoid the sun, Zark cautiously moved his hand over the old table. The worktable creaked slightly when he rested his elbow on it. The chair also creaked loudly reacting to Zark's weight. Touching the table and looking at the house, Zark remembered his home country.

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

"Whatever it is, tell me." "I want everything," I answered, looking him in the eyes. "I want you to be everything to me. My partner, my strength, my home." "I promise," he said, and I believed him. The next morning, the air felt different. We were packing our gear, getting ready to head toward the Council territories to start the fight on our terms, when a scout burst into the courtyard. He was covered in sweat, and his face was so pale I thought he was going to faint. He handed me a scroll, and as I read the words, the world seemed to stop spinning.

"Give me a heart of stone. Give me a mind of steel. Give me the capacity to be the monster they said I was." The Voice chuckled. It was a terrifying sound, like tectonic plates shifting. "A fair trade. The Architect for the Savage." The whiteness began to swirl. It turned grey, then black. A wind howled, smelling of antiseptic and blood. "One condition," the Voice added, as the world began to dissolve. "You will have your vengeance. You will have your empire. But you will walk alone. A Savage has no pack." "I don't need a pack," Vespera said. "I need a sword."

3) Marvarva OuterWorld Compass : North Marvava is a realm that has the least number of mortals present in it. To be specific, Marvava has had only two individuals whom are mortal, walk on the surface of the land. These individuals are Steven, The father of John as well as Khloe, John's bestfriend. Marvava is governed by a leader of brute and heartlessness whose work is to favour the fates of the universe.

I say to Maddox, the words feeling inadequate but necessary. His smirk returns, though it’s softer than usual. “Always am, short stuff.” Sylvara leads me through the archway, and the world shifts. The air grows warmer, saturated with scents of moss and blooming flowers. The sanctuary’s interior is even more surreal—halls of polished stone interwoven with living vines, their leaves glowing faintly. Small orbs of light float like fireflies, illuminating tapestries that depict scenes I don’t fully understand: celestial beings forging mountains, wolves howling at twin moons, oceans parting to reveal glowing cities beneath.

“We were supposed to grow old together, to watch our children thrive under your guidance. How can I face this world without you by my side?” The stars above appear to shine brighter and brighter just as Savage appears. Savage's form materializes before me, a soft glow surrounding her ethereal presence. Her eyes, filled with love and compassion, lock onto my grieving gaze as she reaches out a hand to caress my cheek. The warmth of her touch sends a shiver of comfort through my shattered soul, soothing the ache of loss even in the face of her departure.