The sky over the golden kingdom had turned the color of an open wound. Lseynda pressed her back against the shattered remains of a marble colonnade and tried to breathe through the smoke, through the pain in her side where a goblin’s blade had found it’s way through her robes.
The white metal sign peppered with rusting bullet holes read Welcome to Summerville. Lara frowned, her foot lifting slightly from the accelerator. She leaned forward, squinting through the dust on the windshield. Summerville? The name was puzzling. As a child, during the sun-drenched July she had spent here with her
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Read Part One here Read Part Two here “BEFORE WE MOVE OUT,” Ibnar says, “we need to visit our homes and retrieve our gear.” “Right you are. Uh…” My stomach plummets. “It’s all in Thomas’s barn. My lute, my rations, my dagger. Everything except the leather armor I’m wearing right
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St. Bruvia was always a hungry town. It was an old place, older than most of its residents, with crooked wooden houses leaning toward one another beneath heavy snow and onion-domed churches whose ringing carried across the river. Whenever a family moved into a new house, they left something beneath
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Read Part One here “WHAT IS THE OATH of the Grave?” “Death’s first usher, the Dragon, first pledged it,” Great-Grandmother says. “Many did so in the past, but they’re few and far between these days. Most have forsaken it and sworn allegiance to the Exarch and his Law instead. The
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Entry One Entry Two It’s been a solid month since my unsettling trip to Tartarus. I still haven’t heard anything about the woman I picked up. I suppose that finding herself will likely take some time. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about her a lot–her, as well as myself, or who
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I CAN’T MOVE. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. The only thing keeping me alive right now, despite the stake in my chest, is the black substance running through my veins. I look like an unnaturally pale young lady, but don’t be fooled. My great-grandfather was a vampire. He wed
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The sun bled out along the western edge of the great plains, and the band moved toward the low rise Floyd had chosen an hour before. Two dozen humans, give or take; the count changed month to month, and no one spoke of the changes. They were a ragged procession
The frontier, that section of the world where the roots are soaked by blood and tears rather than rain. Grampa told many stories: the be the immortal, mist-swimming striga, the covens of witch and warlock, or my own least favorite yet most constant nightmare appearance: The trees of skin and
Arknemul descended the last of the switchback stairs and stepped out onto the mud flats that surrounded the pits of depravity, and the smell reached him before the sound did. The smell was old copper and lamp oil and the sour animal stink of ten thousand bodies kept in close
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Read Part One here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-bound-in-blood-and-magic/ Read Part Two here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-law-of-the-fish/ AS THE WATER WITCH HAD DECREED, a plague soon struck Milham’s Ford. One borne by the river, as she’d foretold before drowning in it, but also by the fields. The very same fruits and vegetables that had refreshed the people
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Entry one:https://www.creepypasta.com/i-drive-a-taxi-between-the-realms-entry-one-dering-wood/ Slow day. I love a slow day. Yeah, time can certainly drag when I’m just driving around waiting for something to happen–someone to summon a ride. But I can’t remember the last time I had it so easy. Sure, I’ve had a few short trips today, each easily
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Joshua woke just before the alarm, some animal part of him counting down the seconds until the shriek came. When it finally tore through the pit, a grinding, metallic wail that bounced off the packed dirt walls, he was already blinking his one eye open, already feeling the weight of
Age 2 Garuk could not have been more than twenty months when his first memory took root, and even then it came back to him in fragments, the way the earliest kind of memories always do. He remembered the warmth of her first. His mother’s body, the heavy musk of
Read Part One here (Author’s Note: These stories are meant to be read in reverse order of the zodiac, so this chapter comes first, though it deals with Scepi, the Keeper of the Fishes’ Dagger and the Pisces sign.) THE FESTIVAL OF SUMMER in Milham’s Ford was a sanctuary day:
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The tornado wasn’t the first thing I noticed. It was the silence. Every morning, I drove the same stretch of freeway just after sunrise. The traffic was predictable. Brake lights. Coffee cups. Morning radio. Semi-trucks drifting between lanes. It was the kind of routine that makes you stop paying attention
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The bloody throne hall stank of wet iron and rot, and at the heart of it sat Kortul. She had taken her tusks years ago, ground the stumps smooth so that nothing of the common orc remained in her face. What was left was colder. Her skin was the pale
Ilza walked at the center of the line, where the others could keep her between them. She was young for an elf, not yet into the fullness of her years, and it showed in the unfinished sharpness of her face, all angles that had not quite settled. Her skin was
The first tooth arrived in the heart of a pear. Years later, whenever Adeline tried to explain everything that had happened, she always found herself returning to that afternoon, though she knew the true beginning might have been much earlier. Perhaps it began in the graveyard behind her grandmother’s house,
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They call her the queen of mischief at King City High School—a title she earned with little effort. No one matched her audacious, rule-breaking nature. Fear held everyone back, for good reason. She didn’t dread getting caught, being exposed, or facing what terrified others. The absence of fear was what
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Gather around children, grandpas got a story for you. I promise it is not too scary, though, it does come with a warning. It is an old story. One from my childhood all those years ago. One that I have not told you before, but one you are old enough
ORDINARY FOLK had no reason to fear the Moon. Or so they thought. It hung in the sky as a welcome guardian, pale as paper in its various phases, providing light to travelers and highwaymen when it was full. It meant no harm and could do no harm. Yet tonight,
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‘I need a cab, at Lexington square, Richmond, Virginia,’ the text reads. “Where are you headed?” The reply doesn’t come right away. This is nothing new–not in my job. Sometimes, my fares are not so forthcoming with their destinations–something quite perplexing to me, given that they are requesting my services.
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The first time Alice saw that inkwell, she was in the old attic of her grandparents’ house, a dusty, forgotten room where time seemed to have stood still. It was tucked away in a dark corner, half-hidden under a messy pile of old books, whose yellowed pages smelled of mold
