Archaic Stories

"I know. I know, everything, everyone is a lesson. But sometimes I wish I could stop learning and start living." She always knew there was a certain emptiness, a craving in her heart that just seemed impossible to fill. She just wished she could figure out what it was. Maybe it was the end to all her problems. Perhaps an encounter with a wonderful stranger was all she needed to change it all? To be free at last?

An entrancing beauty bound by a century old curse, and a fanatic heart devoted to the eternal lord of the dark. Vanille-the woman who will haunt your dreams. However sweet her name may sound, her essence is of death. If you love an archaic mystery that includes vintage manors and antique objects then perhaps you'd consider laying your eyes on this name. Not just any ancient beauty. She's Vanilla Scorpio. She fancies crows and belladonna. Be safe with that drink in your hands. Who knows what might be in there? #gothic-romance #ancient-horror #macabre #necromancer #bizarre #victorian #vintage #dark-magic #death #archaic #16th Century #european

She cuts my knees, ankles, and my left leg, I was holding a rope tight onto the willow tree, when i twist the rope back and forth, begging the man, sitting beside me in a mono chair, I beg and beg for help, he somehow help me, but it doesn't all mean I'm saved from the woman who keep attacking me ceaselessly. Shes eager, very eager to devour my flesh along with her sharp pointed teeth- fangs, and a bloody crimson fluid stroking each side of her mouth, with a prattling eerie smile marked on her face, the vermin of this creature start crawling through my delicate skin and it itches me. She found herself on a mysterious way down to the forest while swinging onto the willow tree she had been with, taking her to the unknown town, giving her eerie vibes, which she does not know that they were ill spirited group of cannibals who sacrifice everything for youth and to the haunting place

After his wife meets a tragic end-an end shadowed by the return of the maniac he once bested in a duel-Dorack "Abraham" is driven into a perilous quest for vengeance. Yet, as he journeys deeper, he begins to fear that this quest of his may only take forever. In his unbroken will, behold fate-subtle and cunning as ever-urging him toward a perilous course. This ceaseless quest unveils new threats, sharper challenges, and trials beyond reckoning. In the end, what is destinies reward for his effort. Would vengeance be his-or worse?

A poem about a man who was in love with this girl, who doesn't know how she feels about him. As he took a courageous step to show his love, she never did give a direct 'Yes' or 'No' instead, he waited and waited and waited. He was laughed at and put to shame. Nobody really knew how hard he worked, how hurt he was... but God. (I do not own the cover/picture)

This is my poem about Beauty. That every girl is beautiful, but there are some that think they are not, and it is really getting to my nerves. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! I know a girl who thinks to much. She locks herself in the toilet, and think "Am I pretty enough?" That girl is me... Though I may not have the most prettiest face, and I still doubt that I do. It is said in the bible, that God doesn't judge you by your looks, but He judges what is in your heart.

A collection of poems, on everything from death, love, trauma, the urge of escape, the marginalized and all if what is consumed by man's darkest sides Maybe confusion will arise But it is, my job afterall To provide her lovers with every possible and little detail, captured and caged in words. If you found this book, know that being human is the shittiest and worst possible possibility to be out there This author, already warns of all that is said, many works are subjected towards the marginalized And did I mention... Death fascinates me Soooooooo Any questions you have Need therapy ass shit Or just a bestieeee You have me Dearest gentle reader Instaaaa-@qala.shastra_ (it translates roughly to, the book of art) Well, my dms are open anytime I have to warn you though, you steal my work, I steal you soul With love , Lilith or well, Lillith Your wish

Dated back to the 1700's , he was in search of the foretold and he couldn't wait to get hold ! Get hold of himself and who he really was ; and yet had a lot to defend and fight for . He was a loyal commander and protector of the realm , but like the seer foretold he had to be reborn before he could live long enough to protect the realm and walk away just to come and protect the realm in a different way and different time ! The Creeks would become his homestead and the only way to keep it in check was lose what he valued most right inside the Creek while fighting to protect his people . He had to make a huge sacrifice to be able to handle his gift coming from the prophecy !

The following excerpt comes from the recently recovered memoirs of one Sir Elliot Walderport, a British socialite, explorer and occultist. Notorious for his eccentricity coupled with grotesque and perverse tendencies he is to this day a well-known historical figure in the public eye, much in thanks to his various exploits across 19th century Europe being well documented by authors of both scientific and popular literature.

A realistic novella set in pre-Victorian England with an extremely simple plot. Based off of true events, it follows three orphans as they try to break into the orphanage toy room, that it. Philosophy of human appreciation in regards to societal norms is a recurrent theme.

A series of poems and short stories written by mine own self. Unto thee who bestoweth thyself upon these readings, may it entertain thee and beguile thee, yet simultaneously give unto thee a message of solemnity and seriousness, and teach thee a valorous lesson applicable for life. Amen.

A suffering Kingdom. A General and a Crown

A vampire filled with immense power is on the horizon. Village settlers are killed mercilessly, everyone is powerless to fight the immortal vampire. Will the township succumbed to the vampire? Who will rise up to save the town from the brink of madness?

Amaia Wranthine has been accepted to Beacon. She had been dreaming of this opportunity her whole life, to be a student of one of the most prestigious academies in the world. However, she will soon learn that grades aren't the only thing she needs to be worried about. When a new threat arises against mankind, it is up the protectors of this world, huntsmen and huntresses, must come together and fight off the Archaic, an ancient predecessor of the creatures of Grimm. But will that be enough? Is the threat even bigger than the ancient monsters? Will the four kingdoms fall into war against each other again? ------------------------------------------------------ "Anotha one" -DJ Khaled "8/8 would quickscope m8" -IGN "Never memed b4" -FaZe Clan "Thinks he is funny" -angry british guy on CoD "Pls liek and skrubscribe to my chanelle" -Omega ------------------------------------------------------ Updates will come bi-weekly. I will alternate between this and RWBY: Omega. Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or the music within this book. Those go to their respective owners.

When you often overlooked and they soon find out how lit🔥you actually are once they've gotten a taste of your energy and then wanting you to be a part of their life. So the questions are... Do you accept that they finally realised that you were there the whole time patiently waiting ? OR ... Do you tell them its too late and move on ?

Rowena Eiser is not particularly special, at first anyway. She gets caught up in the results of the decisions that others made for her a long time ago, and has to suffer the final consequences. She embarks on a journey of self-discovery to find out her true place in the world. From her small life in a little village to taking the world by storm, Rowena has a hell of a long way to go.

Come! To those who dare to face it ! I dare thy to come and be the witness of this "play" Sincerely The humble Clown

"Darkness" is undergone in different ways for everyone but the real consequences and feel is the same.

A young woman with silver hair that glistens like starlight and an ethereal beauty that leaves even the moon pale in comparison wanders an ever-changing world. For as long as anyone can remember, Lyra has remained indifferent-detached from the rise and fall of kingdoms, empires, and entire civilizations that vanish like moths drawn to a consuming flame. One by one, the people she once knew faded into memory. Comrades were left behind. Family disappeared into the passage of time. Yet through it all, she carried a silence and indifference that no mortal tongue could explain. A curse? An immortal bloodline? No one knows for certain. Stranger still, the world seems to have forgotten her existence. Records bearing her name are scarce, and even the oldest texts offer little more than fragments shrouded in mystery. What remains is an unfathomable void where her history should have been. In a world that has become estranged to her, Lyra sets forth in search of purpose, answers, and the truth behind her existence. Bear witness to Lyra's journey as she unravels the mysteries of a world that no longer remembers her. Cover Notice The current cover for Thus Spoke, Lyra was created with the assistance of AI-generated imagery and serves as a temporary placeholder while the project is in its early stages. As an aspiring writer working within limited resources, I am unable to commission professional artwork at this time. I greatly respect the time, skill, and dedication of artists, and I hope to collaborate with one in the future should circumstances allow. Until then, this cover exists solely to provide a visual identity for the story and does not represent a replacement for commissioned artwork. Thank you for your understanding and for giving the story a chance.