Two days before Kaelis’ arrival to Talo
The air tore open with a sound like screaming glass.
A jagged rift stretched wide in the middle of a forgotten clearing, its edges swirling with violet light. The grass around it blackened instantly, curling as if burned from the inside.
Jowlaw was the first to step through. He tumbled out in a flamboyant spin...
2025-09-16 21:58:47 +0000 UTC View PostDust and blood mixed in the air, thick enough to choke.
The southern stockade was a new outpost hastily raised after Outpost Velder fell. Right now, it shook with every impact that banged against its walls. The guards within jabbed spears through gaps in the timber; steel clanged against bone, but still, the monsters came.
“Push them back!” Commander Halbrecht roared. He stood i...
2025-09-11 21:47:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe black banners of conquest hung tall above the throne, each one marked with the sigil of Helmutt’s empire. Beneath their weight, the Emperor sat sprawled on his gilded seat, one hand resting on the armrest while the other lazily drummed his fingers against the hilt of his sword. His court was quieter than usual tonight. Fewer attendants, fewer ministers.
Only his most trusted aides f...
2025-09-09 22:00:55 +0000 UTC View PostElria straightened from her crouch, turning away from Enya. She walked toward the great portrait above, her bare feet whispering softly against the wood. The canvas continued to vibrate and ripple within the gilded frame as she approached. Each second spent gazing was another second of intensity.
“You know,” Elria said, her tone almost wistful, “if it weren’t for this canvas, the ...
2025-09-04 21:14:44 +0000 UTC View Post“It really is like a video game,” Dante said, fingers rubbing his chin. He was currently looking at his status screen. Of course, the trigger word to make it appear was “status.”
Classic.
[Name: Dante Pearce]
Class: Boss Rusher
Level: 2 (EXP: 0/150)
Strength: 5
Dex...
The duck let out a sound that shouldn’t have existed. Somewhere between a roar and a quack, guttural and heavy, like something ancient echoing out of the wrong throat.
A soft chime cut through the tension. Not external. Not real in the physical sense. It pulsed straight into Dante’s skull—like a notification from a phone he didn’t own anymore.
System Message: ...
2025-09-03 04:04:23 +0000 UTC View PostIt was the kind of question you only heard at bars. Some drunk guy leans over and slurs it into the table like it was a riddle from God.
Would you rather fight… a hundred duck-sized horses... or one horse-sized duck?
Dante had fielded it before—usually mid-buzz, when someone thought they were being philosophical with their tequila. Out of the many, many...
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Hey, all! So, I have a new story concept that I came up with a while ago and I've written a few chapters of it. I didn't want to just have it sitting there, so I'm uploading it on Patreon so I can force some accountability on myself. I am still writing my other story Until The World Falls, which may be getting renamed to The Exalted Mage or The Exalted ...
2025-09-03 04:01:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe door groaned open on rusted hinges, spilling the faint Carrier’s Light across a large chamber.
Enya blinked, then stepped inside.
The room was vast—larger than any she’d seen yet. Four pillars climbed toward the high ceiling, but one was broken through the center, leaving the upper half dangling askew like a snapped spine. The walls were dotted with mirrors and half-rusted...
2025-09-02 21:12:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe search for more clues carried them deeper into the manor’s left wing. After passing by the center foyer, they came across the first door to a chamber.
It was nothing like the sprawling kitchen or the eccentric library. The room was plain, narrow, and carried a faint scent of mildew. As Elria explained, it was a maid’s quarters—where the servants of the manor slept and rested bet...
2025-08-28 21:39:31 +0000 UTC View PostAfter running in a circle around the balcony, Enya and the rest of them made their way back down to the first floor. The Dullahan was still above, walking terribly slowly.
Pell made it down first, spinning around to look above. “Summon that rat thing—have him run up there in circles to distract it.”
Enya nodded at once, quick...
2025-08-26 22:27:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, climbing higher than the lantern’s weak glow could touch. Dust clung to every seam of the wood, thick enough to stir with each passing breath. Enya tilted her head back, eyes flicking from row to row.
“It has to be here somewhere,” she said quietly.
Pell grunted from the opposite end of the study, tugging a cracked spine free. The b...
2025-08-21 21:36:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe gate groaned as it opened, hinges dragging against the stone beneath it; whatever the sound, it still opened flawlessly without resistance. Enya followed behind Pell as he and Digsby pushed it open and entered first. She tightened her grip on the Carrier’s light, providing much needed radiance in an otherwise dark space.
She had expected something strange, of course. After all, they...
2025-08-19 21:52:32 +0000 UTC View PostElria’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you get that thing?” Her voice was low and sharp.
Pell glanced at the bear dangling from his hand. “This? Felicity gave it to us.”
“Felicity?” Elria’s expression twisted in confusion. “What do you mean Felicity gave it to you?”
“She… gave it to us,” Pell said slowly, eyeing her, “so that we could get her ca...
2025-08-14 22:42:25 +0000 UTC View PostEnya pressed her palms hard against her ears. The wraiths’ shrieking still clawed at her skull, a constant, grating pitch that refused to fade. All she had to do was endure—just long enough for her newly enhanced summons to tear the enemies apart.
Digsby moved first. The giant rat skeleton’s body had shifted since the re-role. Thicker legs, reinforced skull, layered bone plating—e...
2025-08-12 22:35:23 +0000 UTC View PostThe mist churned around them like it was alive, a will of its own trying to smother them. One by one, more and more wraiths broke through the fog. And one by one, did they fall to Pell’s harvester.
Ted.E’s claws scraped against the dirt, each heavy step sending a shiver through Enya’s body as she tried to hang on. If she was going to keep Ted.E—she was going to need a saddle.
<... 2025-08-09 20:37:09 +0000 UTC View PostA crude bone bridge stretched into the fog, fading into pale emptiness. The mist still clung thick to the air, but Enya had managed to guide the construct all the way across. At roughly twenty-eight meters out, two massive bone spears jutted from the far end, driving themselves deep into the ground. Anchor points.
She braced her hands on her knees, chest rising and falling. Summon Skeleto...
2025-08-07 21:22:00 +0000 UTC View PostEnya knelt down a meter away from the edge. Pell’s hand was on her shoulder, just in case he’d have to fling her backward if something went wrong.
She held out both hands, facing each other. Between them, a large spell circuit made of mana that only she could see appeared. Five spell patterns, some short, others cornered and sharp—long and stubby—each were distinct from one anothe...
2025-08-05 21:46:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe death remnants were out in full force. Their smiles never faltered, their footsteps never broken. They didn’t rush, but they still gave chase, silent and tireless, just like the undead. They were shadows taken form, wearing a human’s skin.
Enya and Pell tore through the village paths, white boots and skeletal feet slamming against packed dirt.
“Those fuckers really don’t...
2025-07-31 22:51:17 +0000 UTC View PostPell and Enya sat on cushioned chairs, staring at Felicity, a mysterious woman that had ambushed them inside the church. To Pell, it was obvious the type of person she was. The large black hat left nothing to the imagination.
A witch.
They were people that used witchcraft, abilities and powers that differed from the system. In the past, they were a mysterious group; their abilities ...
2025-07-29 22:16:50 +0000 UTC View PostFor a moment, neither of them moved.
The inside of the church was brighter than expected.
Tall pedestals lined both sides of the room, each one holding a softly glowing crystal. The crystals were like the ones from Sable’s dungeon, except that they looked slightly different. Each light cast long shadows between the rows of wooden chairs.
Everything inside was… clean. From ...
2025-07-24 22:04:11 +0000 UTC View PostEnya leaned in slightly, her voice hushed.
“Pell,” she whispered, keeping her gaze on the village leader across the table. “Something’s off. I can’t explain it, but... something here is wrong.”
Pell didn’t answer.
His skull shifted slightly, sockets narrowing. He was no longer watching the man, but the draped curtain behind him. The one where the sounds had start...
2025-07-22 21:47:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe guards didn't reach for their weapons.
Not yet, at least.
They simply stared—bewildered, uncertain—at the girl walking calmly toward them with a skull nestled in her arms like some kind of porcelain doll. She gave a polite nod as she approached.
The shorter of the two stepped forward. “State your name and purpose,” he said, trying to sound firm, though his grip on ...
2025-07-17 22:33:55 +0000 UTC View PostA small creature dragged its way across the dirt, inch by inch. Two slender antennae twitched forward; a soft, glistening trail marked its p
A small creature dragged its way across the dirt, inch by inch. Two slender antennae twitched forward; a soft, glistening trail marked its progress. Its shell, a smooth spiral with muted streaks of brown and beige, caught the morning light like polis...
2025-07-15 22:31:08 +0000 UTC View PostHey, all.
I will be taking a week break, and most likely begin posting chapters for Book 3 of The Little Necromancer next week. The publishing deal I've been working through has been on a bit of a hiatus, and future of my story is uncertain right now. I don't want to just keep waiting and shove out short stories to fill up the void, so after one week, I'll start posting...
The merchant caravan came just after dawn, trundling up the northern road like a snake of color and creaking wood. Brightly dyed banners fluttered from each wagon, their colors dulled by age and dust, but still proud. A patchwork of voices, bartering calls, and animal noise spilled out from their arrival.
Townsfolk, all carrying items and coin, began to emerge from their homes and shops. ...
2025-07-03 21:58:48 +0000 UTC View PostThe sun had risen higher by the time Pell stepped out of the orphanage. He paused just past the gate, sending one final look over his shoulder.
Elara stood in the doorway, arms folded loosely, her braid drifting slightly in the wind.
“No one’s come around lately, right?” he asked.
Her expression didn’t shift. “No,” she replied, voice smooth as polished wood. “Not...
2025-07-01 21:55:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe orphanage stood atop the hill like a weathered relic of gentler times, its old stone walls laced with ivy and faded sun-dressed charm. Morning light poured over its slanted roof and caught the glint of glass panes, streaked and imperfect, but still stubbornly intact after decades. A copper wind-chime clinked softly near the leaves, dancing lazily in the breeze.
Pell trudged up the cob...
2025-06-26 22:03:28 +0000 UTC View PostAs the morning sun rose over the horizon, a golden hue spread over the farmland, and revealed the weathered shack from the darkness. The cries of roosters from the surrounding lands woke up the humble farmer.
Pell sat up from his bed, groggy and tired, just like he always was. This was the mundane repeated cycle, of his daily morning routine. He washed his face in the basin filled with ra...
2025-06-24 21:30:05 +0000 UTC View PostAmberdean Hainesworth ran his thumb along the edge of the vellum sheet, skimming the trade manifest again.
“Three crates of Harkine root, two casks of Teffelow extract, and no documentation on the iron shipment. Again.”
Across the room, a balding retainer with ink-stained sleeves cleared his throat. “The vendor claims the crates were lost in a transit ambush, my lord. Bandits ...
2025-06-19 22:18:38 +0000 UTC View Post