Tales Novels & Stories

Unbeknownst to me, I was moving away, I was almost in the middle of the woods when I heard crackling sounds, my eyes widened when I saw Kevin, two monsters and them when the direction of the pungent odor direction. I immediately backed away and hid in the nearest tree. A monster carrying a girl and monster lay down the girl in front of Kevin. He seemed very happy with the unconscious girl they got. It was too late for them to get the 11th woman they needed as a ritual sacrifice. I didn't know how to call them Reginald because I was so far away from them and Belle just confused us because they seemed to know we were coming for them too.

Her whimpers expanded, twisting and moulding with the gut-wrenching wails of the beast-like creature. Elika fell ... The blackness engulfing her. She snapped her head from side to side; her panic intensifying as the blackness all but disabled her sight. Tears slid recklessly from her eyes, swelling them as she plummeted down; an endless spiral, one much more thrilling than the one she had read about where Alice fell down the rabbit hole. One that would hold an utterly different ending.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

"There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means that good things await you and your dancing partner so most people take the chance to dance with a loved one

I just needed to be more careful. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it faster than a rattlesnake strike. It was a new snap from Kevin. I opened it excitedly. It was a pic of him balancing a math book on his head. The caption was, *Want to watch the next episode in a few?* I sent him back a snap of me rolling my eyes. *Sure!*

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

She nodded, her expression resolute. She placed the mirror on the floor, and next to it, a small pot filled with a strange, glowing liquid which she surprisingly brought out of her small bag. She closed her eyes, her lips moving as she began to chant a strange, unintelligible language. As she spoke, a wind began to pick up, the fire in the hearth flickering wildly. The windows in the room opened and closed on their own accord as if moved by an invisible hand. A feeling of dread began to creep up my spine, and I felt a chill in the air.

Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back, showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with a

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.