The Village Novels & Stories

Tsk, tsk. Baseless superstition. She wondered how any of it could be true, especially in this age of technology. How exaggerated it all sounded. Over the four-hours ride on the train, Lynette had already understood the state of this village through Averia's rambling. The village was called Redcroft Village, under Greenvale Countryside. There was about two hundred or so households. In ancient time, such a village would be considered large, but not now.

POV Liora The wind was wrong that night. It scraped along the ground instead of drifting, cold and restless, tugging at the shutters like it wanted inside. Clouds smothered the moon, leaving the village wrapped in a gray half-dark that smelled of damp earth and old smoke. The air pressed heavy against my skin, thick enough to taste. Our village was small, tucked between the hills and the forest, built of low stone houses with sloped roofs and crooked chimneys. By day it was warm—children running barefoot, women laughing near the well, my father’s voice carrying as he worked.

As they got out, Candice noticed three other cars parked not far away—all luxury models worth over a million. Looks like folks in this village aren’t so poor after all… Cindy led them into the village. The layout was simple—divided by a river running through the center, forming a north and south side. Every so often, there was an old stone bridge connecting the two sides, narrow and weathered. Cindy took them along the north side. As they passed one household, suddenly a large wolfdog lunged out and started barking madly at them.

Some saw it as silver. Others saw gold. Some smiled at its blue glow. Children laughed because it shimmered green. Yet its true color remained white. The color of beginnings. Far from the city... Beyond the eastern meadow... Beyond the hills where butterflies danced... A small village rested beside a quiet lake. Unlike the city... This village had people. Families. Laughter. Work. Songs. It had grown naturally. No one remembered when the first house had been built. No one questioned it. Life simply continued.

Vivien reopened her eyes and stared at the old man. When the villagers turned, Jucel looked to Chloe, and the latter nodded once. It was as if to say that there was something very strange about this town. That it wasn’t at all like the others. That as long as they were inside, maybe they could find out what the problem was and fix it. Reluctantly, Vivien followed Chloe and the others into the village. A chill ran down her spine as they passed one of the five villagers.

Vancour Village, Lithonia Kingdom "Let's rest here!" Nathania said as she pulled the reins of her horse to stop. Two days had passed since they decided to go together to search for the divine treasure. They had arrived at a quiet village, but the fog in this village was not so thick that they could see the surroundings clearly. "What village is this?" asked Owen, his eyes darting around. People's houses are far apart and many gardens are unkempt. "Vancour village," said Samuel.

"Echoes of the Past, Lilac" The village of Eldermere was a picturesque haven, a serene enclave of cobblestone streets and charming cottages bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was filled with the pleasant hum of village life, punctuated by the aroma of freshly baked bread and the sweet scent of blooming flowers. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and enchantment we had left behind.

We agreed to keep it as an option and headed north. There were no sounds of merriment. We came over a slight rise and looked down on the village. There were thatched roofs with smoking chimneys, whitewashed walls and pretty little gardens. And in the middle was a square with a green. There were three piles of wood, each stacked around a stake in the ground, and three girls tied to each stake. Our girls.

To be successful, it would need his personal attention and magic, so he was making one of his rare forays outside his home. The village was an old one, consisting of about a dozen wooden homes with thatched roofs flanking a packed dirt road. Most of the walls were whitewashed, though a few had been painted a pale rose color. The village was slowly dying, as first one then another of the young men left for the city, seeking work less taxing and more lucrative than farming the rugged countryside beyond the homes. Fewer than twenty-five people now remained in the town, mostly older couples far past child-bearing age. This late at n

Araque village, M city. One of the many villages in this city. The residents here are known for their latex and spices and fish. But that's not the only thing they do. Farming food crops is a must. This clean village is occupied by less than 4,000 natives surrounded by waters, beautiful forest and wildlife. As expected, everywhere is calm and relaxed. Children can be seen having fun around the village. The women do their daily routine; caring for the household's needs.