Fiction
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the crisp air of the Highlands as she drew her bowstring taut. The wind whispered through the heather, carrying a scent of earth and wild thyme. With a gaze as sharp as the arrow nocked between her fingers, she focused on the distant target—a weathered stump adorned with concentric circles painted in faded colors.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana’s chest heaved as she ascended the cragged incline, her footsteps a silent cadence against the wild thistle and heath. The Highlands lay before her, a tapestry of greens and purples undulating with the capricious will of the wind. Here, nestled in the quietude of nature, the cacophony of courtship and duty faded into the whispers of breezes through the bent grasses.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's form undulated, scales shimmering with the dying light as he retreated into the shadow of an Ancient oak. It was a secluded place, where the whispers of the forest spoke of enchantment and old secrets. With the grace of leaves falling to their final resting place on the autumn-kissed earth, his mighty dragon body contracted, contorting in a silent dance of transformation.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Night had unfurled its velvety cloak across the sky as Ewan, with the sinuous grace of his Dragon form, cleaved through the cool air. The moon, a silent sentinel, bathed the world below in a lustrous glow that danced off his shimmering silver scales. He was a spectral vision, an ethereal creature borrowed from the realm of myth and legend, gliding above the sleeping kingdom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The wind held its breath, and Lady Aileana Glenroth became the stillness. Clad in her hunting garb, -a blend of earthen tones that whispered of forest and heather- she stood poised as if carved from the very landscape. Her fingers caressed the smooth wood of the bow, an extension of her own sinew and bone.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Camp Honey Pot was all abuzz with whisperings of a diabolical axe murderer roaming the grounds after I had discovered a Peeping Tom looking into the cabin as my girls slept. Everyone was suddenly an expert in security and investigation. My girls were with me when I reported to work at 7 AM. I planned on keeping them with me all day, no matter how bored they became or how much they complained.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Albie's Meadow Adventure: A Tale of Courage and Discovery
**The Little Ant's Big Adventure** In a sprawling meadow at the edge of a dense forest, where sunlight danced on blades of grass and wildflowers painted the landscape with vibrant colors, there lived a tiny ant named Albie. Albie was no ordinary ant—he possessed a sense of curiosity that set him apart from his colony-mates. While most ants diligently worked in their well-organized society, Albie's mind often wandered beyond the boundaries of the anthill.
By Kylie Carner2 years ago in Chapters
The Guardian of Souls: Death's Companion, Shadow
In the timeless expanse where the boundary between life and death blurred into an ethereal tapestry, there existed a realm untouched by mortal understanding. Here, souls journeyed through the transition from one existence to another, guided by the unseen hand of Death itself. Yet amidst the solemn duty of reaping souls and overseeing the eternal flow, Death had crafted a companion unlike any other—a dog named Shadow.
By Kylie Carner2 years ago in Chapters
