Spiral Novels & Stories

The thirty five year old man looked like a shadow of his former self. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Ths house felt so empty and lifeless as Malcolm entered the house, it was unusually quiet because he sent all his workers on holiday a day after Liam died. He felt suffocated immediately and wanted something to help him cool down. Walking slowly, he walked over to his wine cabinet and took a bootle of Italian scotch. Not bothering to pour it into a glass, he immediately gulped a mouth full of the drink. He kept gulping and gulping until the bottle became empty but as he reached out to take another bottle a hand stopped him.

The spiral lingered longer this time, almost forming a face, a mouth, something that opened and closed in silent hunger before vanishing into the lamp-lit air. "Counterfeit." My voice came out hoarse, the suppression chains drying my throat, slowing my thoughts. "The Duskbane spiral curves left to right, following the setting moon. These curve right to left. They're reversed." Aurel looked at me, and behind his spectacles something shifted, a reverence that made my skin prickle more than the chains ever could. "You see it." "I feel it in my teeth. In the place where my magic lives." I stepped closer, the chains clanking against

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

Bones. Scattered, broken, bleached and stained. Big ones. Small ones. Crushed. Cracked. Some still with tufts of fur. All of them arranged in a spiral—tight, purposeful, like a child’s drawing of a whirlpool. Like a map. Or a summoning circle. Kaela’s stomach twisted. “This isn’t a den.” “No,” Lira said. “It’s a message.” Kaela stepped closer, careful not to disturb the spiral. Her foot brushed something that snapped like old glass. She didn’t look down to see what it was.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

He drew a small symbol. He held it up. A spiral. But open. Not closed. The beginning of a spiral. Not yet complete. "The arriving spiral," he said. "For things that are on their way." He paused. "When they arrive they become the full spiral." He paused. "Category eight." He paused. "But right now they're the arriving spiral." He paused. "Still becoming." I looked at the symbol. At the open spiral. At the beginning of a category eight that had not arrived yet.

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

The Spiral. Stone markers, knee-high and ancient, stood arranged in a perfect spiral pattern. They were covered in moss and dark stains. Each stone bore the same symbol: a jagged eye carved into its face, crude and angry. In the center of the spiral stood a totem — a vertical altar of bones lashed together with hospital ID bracelets, tangled IV tubes, and vines that pulsed as if they were still alive. Emily slowed to a halt, panting. “What the hell is this place?”

Rachael stares at the lion’s eyes and she knows that Gabriel is with her. The sphinx comes close to Rachael and she is dwarfed by his massive frame. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” the reaper says to the creature. The sphinx roars into the reaper’s face and takes a bow for Rachael to climb its back. The sphinx carries Rachael away on its back. Mary falls to the ground and gasps for breath as she stops chanting her spell. She coughs as she clears her throat. She smiles as she sees Gabriel and Rachael in each other’s arms.

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.