Stillborn Stories Novels & Stories

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Gideon sighed, and tried to usher me down another hallway. "Let me just do my thing.: I told him, frustrated, and wanting to explore more. "You don't know what memories this castle holds.... For more than just you." He admitted. I looked at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes. "We lost our King and Queen, their heirs, the rest of their whole tribe the day your parents disappeared. There are rooms in this place that I'll never enter again." He stopped to look at me. I tried to be interested in the paintings on the walls, then shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean, 'When they disappeared?' My parents were killed." I asked him, then informed him. I shook my head, I could never get a clear an

Some of the gods were happy watching their fights creating more and more creatures to add each army. One led by a beautiful queen, her hair and eyes as dark as her powers. Another by a powerful king, long golden hair, matching his eyes and skills. The war was long and bloody. But the king won the right to establish a kingdom here. Ilisterion- named by his name. Celirium- his eternal love, the queen of shadows. They equally loved and hated each other. When the war stopped some of the dark gods got bored and killed the queen after she gave birth to the only heir. Ilisterion begged and cursed.

She could not explain that she had read their lives as a tragic side plot in a stupid book from a ruined world, or that she knew exactly how badly things could end if their fathers married those women. She could not tell three unborn babies that in the original story, they were wanted only after it was too late, protected only after they had already suffered, and loved by fathers who realized the truth after their own choices had helped destroy them. That truth was too heavy for tiny hearts. So Vera prepared something softer. Not fully honest, but not fully false either. A sweet lie, maybe. A safe lie. The type of lie a mother could tell when the truth had teeth and claws.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Yes I will . Just as Irene said we all stopped sobbing . Last we checked a wild flower had grown on Irene's grave . Not long after my wife found that she was expecting a baby . Till then we will wait to see how the second life of our Irene will be . ""

No magic surrounded them, and yet the world obeyed. The God of Stillness was right. This child—his child—carried something within him. Power. Prophecy. Possibility. Damien didn’t flinch. He didn’t recoil. He only pulled the child closer. “I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “Even from yourself.” The baby stared back, unmoving. Then, softly, the child exhaled—and with it, the brazier flames flickered, dimmed, then returned. “…He hasn’t even cried,” the midwife murmured, her voice shaky. “It’s as if he’s… holding it in.”

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

And their dream of having the Centre in their command and the thirst of becoming the most powerful is the reason why they fought many years and became the reason for their own loss. I can't forget those days when everyday I used to see the dead corpses, carcasses of young women and innocent children. It is hard to forget that mother who was calling her young son, who lost his life in the war. The sorrow of widows and the cries of little orphan kids. Everything was melting my heart and I couldn't do anything for them. Now it's even hard to narrate this story but, don't worry I will never miss a single thing to mention in my narration because I'm the best narrator you got.