Spiral Novels & Stories

Flying on the back of a dragon would never get old. Even though Nya was slightly nervous at being so high up in the sky, with very little to hold on to, by the time she’d been situated on Slate’s dragon’s back for a few hours, she’d gotten used to the thrilling feel of soaring over the forest and mountains below her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck, usually holding on with her hands as well, pressed against his slick scales, but from time to time, she couldn’t help but let go with one hand at a time and feel the air moving around her. Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experie

she asked Ricardo who was standing closest to it at that time. Inside the containment box was a transparent glass structure. It held a metal rod seemly floating in space- probably by some electromagnetic force, Megan deduced from what little her science knowledge had grown since she took the job at Olympus. Some strange-looking, octagon-shaped objects were attached to the floating rod; so small that she couldn't make out what materials they were actually made of, and so finely arranged that they almost looked like one whole piece of work if not for the tiny spaces in between them which was able to distinguish their individualities to the clever onlooker. The objects all together coiled to fo

Sanvika shivered, she felt it, she was going to… “Vivaan, I am going to-” Come… She did not expect it. But Vivaan felt the liquid squirting over his hand. Sanvika was arched up in orgasm. He kept moving his finger faster as more water rushed out of her. She trembled by the effect. Twisted and moaned. And then she slowly relaxed. Breathed out.

He's funny and everyone loves to be around him. Weeks rolled by as her stomach got bigger, she couldn't hide anymore. She started sleeping during work hours and got tired of doing most of her work. Her friend Britney covers for her so Mr. Spencer won't get to know but they knew they can't hide forever. Cindy one of their colleague who took a disliking to Danielle found out she was pregnant and decided to use it against her. She went straight to Mr. Spencer's office, she overheard Danielle talking to Britney about her condition.

No movement. “Where are they?” I asked. The stranger didn’t answer. Which was becoming a pattern I really hated. When we reached the spiral, I understood the name—it was a narrow, winding path carved into the stone, twisting upward around the peak. The walls here shimmered faintly, etched with symbols I didn’t recognize. Some glowed faint gold when I passed, others pulsed faint silver. “The Spire’s memory,” the stranger said when he caught me staring. “It’s showing you what it knows.”

“How did you write a note to yourself and leave it in a cave a millennium before you were born? We only just arrived at this time. You haven't touched a pen in months.” ​“The Spiral,” Silas said, his sightless eyes “looking” at the paper as if he could perceive the ink's molecular vibration through the layers of time. “A circle returns you to the same point, Sovereign—trapped in a loop, repeating the same mistakes forever. A spiral returns you to the same position, but on a higher level. You are not repeating history; you are ascending through it.”

The spiral was now fully exposed, its grooves glowing faintly not silver like the Pact’s traditions, but a deep violet, pulsing like a quiet breath. Jaryth circled it slowly, sketching the pattern in a clean page of his journal. “It’s growing,” he whispered. “No,” Siran said. “It’s remembering itself.” She stood still at the edge of the spiral, eyes wide but unreadable. Her hands ached, not from overuse, but from something she could only describe as magnetic pain a pull from within, like her veins were tuning to the field’s forgotten resonance. In the distance, a breeze passed over the ridgeline.

Too bad they thought it was just going to be a friendly coffee date. **** Back in the Woodley manor Lewis was waking up from the third cycle of his sleep. After trying to swim, Eat, drink, run around the compound, jog, frog lip and rope jump, draw and even read time seemed to be ticking backwards and he was back to being an idol mind. They say it's a devil's workshop, right? Here’s a spoiler, whoever said that had not met Lewis freaking Woodley because his was a network of conspiracy theories. When he woke up from the slumber he decided to check on his wife, he picked up his sleek iPhone 13 pro and called her.

Acasia I stood there for quite some time wondering what the hell just happened. It took me a while to examine my surroundings because I kept thinking he would return. Stone spiral stairs circled inside the tower walls and stopped at an arched exit I could barely see. The tower rose higher still, but to access the columns, wings were required. I walked around the carcasses. Breathing deeply made me nauseous again so I tried using shallow breaths. I took the first steps of hundreds of stairs and began climbing.