Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 3Chapter 3Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 3 by Narryaque
Camur patted the neck of his black giant vulture. Its old ragged wings fluttered and turned toward the ground. Ebon’s vulture followed close behind Camur’s.
Once their feet were on a ground, Camur waved his twisted cane at the creatures and they disappeared into their netherworld. Ebon bent and rubbed the feeling back into his legs. “By runes! Will we rest here?”
Camur nodded. “Here, we shall rest.” He studied Ebon. “Ye look very weary.”
Camur cackled and looked down from the boulder upon which they stood. “Sweet village,” he mused. His eyes gleamed with evil. “I wonder if there be any sweet maidens…”
Ebon grunted and joined Camur’s side. “Look,” he said and pointed. “A palace. That means another royal family.” He groaned. “I hate kings.”
Camur smiled at him with black teeth. “So do I. And that be why we are to manipulate this one.
Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 2Chapter 2Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 2 by Narryaque
The moon shone that night as every night; however behind gray clouds in the village. Beneath the moon, there reigned gray purple clouds; beneath the clouds, it rained, it thundered and lighting struck.
The mages and the animals crawled into the cave they had found, and let the sound of drizzle and rumble lull them to sleep.
As his phoenix hid its head under its wing beside him, Phoenix dreamed…
…The fabric of his dream was a giant pillow made of purple velvet. He lay soundly on it as Sashae lay close next to him. Her head rested on his chest, and he stroked her long crimson locks. He held her hand to his chest and felt his heart beat under both their palms.
As she slept, Sashae felt tears under her eyelids, but she had a smile on her face. She felt something of an abundant peace in his arms. She felt safe and miles away from Ami…
Ami had done what he pleased with her. He used her, kissed her when she pulled away…
But here…here, she was with Pho
I'm JustI'm just that one off in the corner...the one you'll never see.I'm Just by AshATurner
I'm just the one that never mattered, the one that'll always be
Here for you when you want me, and here still when you won't.
I'm just the one you say that mattered, even if I know I don't.
I know that I'm not perfect; I know that I'm not great.
But I know that I'm not worthless, at least I've not seen that in my fate.
Yet you toss me aside as though I'm weak, pretending like I'll be fine
When in truth, I am broken. I've crossed my final line.
You say I look without sight, you say I hear without care -
Have you seen yourself, I wonder, because if so, we're quite the pair.
Lock me away, if that's what you please, and I'll not say a word.
I'll sit, I'll weep, and I'll wonder when did things become so blurred?
I don't ask for your acceptance, I don't ask for you at all.
If I am nothing to you, fine - without you, I'll stand tall.
If I'm just another human...just another thing
Then let me be here as I am, not bound by any bein
Loki stole the TARDIS (LokiXTimelord!Reader)Loki stole the TARDIS (LokiXTimelord!Reader) by BowtiesAreCool15
You closed your eyes and sighed, floating in your swimming pool. You were inside your TARDIS given to you by The Doctor a few years back. You met him in the middle of London, during the Dalek attack. He had used his sonic screwdriver on your fob watch that you could never really open. Once you opened it you became a timelord again. Of course both you and The Doctor were ecstatic. He had given you a piece of his TARDIS. It grew and got stuck as a red telephone box like the kind in The Matrix. Your time lord name was “The Hero” but if people didn’t want to call you that you would have them call you (Y/n).
Along with the TARDIS he gave you your own sonic screwdriver….and oddly enough a banana. He said something about it being a great source of potassium and to bring it to a party. You opened one eye as you thought you heard the doors open.
“Hello?” You called.
“Doctor is that you?” You called again, opening your other eye as well.
Narryaque: Pronounced, “nar-y-ock” [nair-ee-ock] rhymes with “marry lock.” Meaning from lost language: “Storyteller; to recall and tell i.e.: kiss and tell; raconteur; narrator.” Lost Language definition: “Word Sage.”|
~From my story, The Storyteller of Atrox Nox
I like to think of myself as magical. I'm crazy for top hats, I have a magician complex, and I write fantasy books (not published yet).
"If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?" ~Stephen King