The moment Conrad stepped onto the endless white plain, it didn't feel real. It stretched farther than his eyes could follow, glowing faintl
The moment Conrad stepped onto the endless white plain, it didn't feel real. It stretched farther than his eyes could follow, glowing faintly under the cold light of distant stars. This was Elara, or rather—this was Elara's endless body. The Devourer's true form, resting in the void of space like a cosmic monument.
We left off with you a Lilliputian going to go and live with your Prodigan friend, did you make the right choice, or is this the worst decision you could make.
The last time we left the story you received a mission to drop off a certain artifact to an alley of the Portanova family. During the mission you meet up with a Gulli with great dreams, but during the mission you are attacked by a mysterious stranger with great powers strong enough to take down a gulli, now you have another choice to make.
With a deep breath and trembling fingers, Tristan reached out and gripped the handle of the door. It was warm—eerily warm—and pulsing with t
With a deep breath and trembling fingers, Tristan reached out and gripped the handle of the door. It was warm—eerily warm—and pulsing with that same familiar energy that had been guiding him. He pulled it open slowly, cautiously, half-expecting the room beyond to explode or vanish or try to eat him somehow.
I woke up with my face mashed into a couch cushion that smelled like a mix of old cereal and something suspiciously like wet socks. My head was pounding like a bass drum in a marching band that hated me.
"What... happened?" I groaned, rubbing my temples as if I could squeeze the headache out with sheer willpower. Everything was sore, especially my back. It felt like I'd been body slammed by a ...
Thron sat cross-legged in Kyvareth's warm palm, the gentle sway of her stride rocking him like a slow-moving ship. It wasn't the first time she carried him like this, but somehow it still felt... unreal. Everything around him was oversized—the sky seemed wider, the clouds fluffier, and the very air carried a weight to it, like the world itself acknowledged the presence of the Titan-born.
(Kerren) The wind carried the smell of ash and spice through the crooked alleys of Grelling Row. I pulled my hood tighter over my head as I
(Kerren)
The wind carried the smell of ash and spice through the crooked alleys of Grelling Row. I pulled my hood tighter over my head as I walked, clutching the small leather pouch that held what few coins father had tossed at me before shoving me out the door.
"Bring back bread. Meat, if we can afford it. If not, don'...
Conrad sat cross-legged on his bed, a half-packed duffel bag beside him. Clothes were folded in tight stacks—two shirts, a pair of jeans, so
Conrad sat cross-legged on his bed, a half-packed duffel bag beside him. Clothes were folded in tight stacks—two shirts, a pair of jeans, some socks. He doubted they'd be useful where he was going, but packing them made everything feel just a bit more normal.
In his hands, he held a photo. The frame was chipped at the edges, the plastic s...
The dojo was quiet when Aurora carried me inside, her palm warm beneath my feet, the light thuds of her bare steps echoing through the large chamber like thunder. I crossed my arms, bracing myself as she glanced down at me like I was a weird bug someone had politely asked her not to squash.
"What are we doing here this early in the morning?" she asked, lifting one brow. She was wearing a baggy black hoodie and shorts, hair still messy from sleep. She clearly hadn't planned to do anythin...
The wind howled through the splintered wood and open sky as the devourer stood like a goddess risen from myth, her towering form blotting out the sunset. The golden light from the horizon cast long shadows across her bare skin as she peered down, one hand still clutching what remained of the farmhouse roof.
Her naked legs were spread across the wreckage, planted deep into the earth on either side of what used to be Conrad's home. The ground itself creaked beneath her weight, the soil gr...
She looked like a mountain come to life, all skin and trembling bone, trying to comprehend what she was seeing—a speck in the air glowing like a star and staring back at her like he'd seen her kind a hundred times before.
And I had.
I hovered there, maybe fifty feet off her pillow, maybe more—it was always hard to gauge when the scale was so...