Moor Stories

After the Story of the mistress of evil was so dominating throughout the land. There seemed to be altered parts. How she cursed the baby but yet it was the same kiss that awoken the girl from that very sleep. Along with a girl. A Girl who was also the Mistress of Evil's daughter but this girl didn't step on shoes. However.....there was this part of her that felt- Felt like she deserved the crown more than Aurora did at times....Would jealousy take over the young girl?

With its signature V shape perhaps denoting victory, it seems the French flair of the chevron pattern floor can be traced back to the French cavalry under its Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. The distinguished chevron pattern floors gracing the living rooms at the Moor Apartments are a style consisting of alternating straight and diagonal stripes. The dramatic timber chevron pattern captures the high-end attention to style and detail which the French have long been revered for as one world's most eminent fashion icons. Moor's project director Obaid Naqebullah says these 'chevrons' were the signature design element of Napoleon's French military uniforms during the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars from 1796 to 1815.

Sparrowfeather was never destined to follow a good path. That was the one thing for certain -- the one truth in her life, the one thing that always remained, shining as bright as the moon. Still, it was a terrible truth, and it was the one thing that swallowed her whole. ** Please Read ** While the Last Medicine cat is being worked on, I thought I'd surprise you guys with a new story! This one follows the tale of the canon cat, Sparrowfeather, and why she ended up in The Dark Forest. This story includes LGBT+ cats. Don't read it if you dislike this. Warriors © by Erin Hunter. I do not own the series, and this is a work of fanfiction. Sparrowfeather © Erin Hunter. She is not my own original character. Nothing seen in this fiction is canon by any means. All OCs © Jakepaw (myself) -- please contact me to use them in another story or work of fiction. Date story began: September 1, 2016 Date story ended: ---

The sky cried. Not for the first time, but if felt different somehow... For her, it sparked an act of rebellion. *Absolutely all credit goes to @_castellor for the cover* *COMPLETED*

A short story set in 19th-century London, England. It tells the life of Moorish sculptor Achille Diouf through the eyes of his new housemaid, Hetty Thompson. The divergent worlds of Victorian Britain and African Moorish culture blend and collide, friendships sprout and bloom, and cultural identities are reclaimed -- all beneath the overcast of a harrowing curse, which leads to unforgivable tragedy.

When did the moor become so silent? A grieving woman faces her memories of loss and dereliction.

Halloween-Grusel-Kurgeschichte - Eigentlich ist es alles nur ein Job: Schon zum dritten Mal in Folge wurde in einem Neubau mitten im Wald eingebrochen. Doch der neue Wachmann weiß nichts über die Vergangenheit des Ortes. Was eine normale, langweilige Nacht werden könnte, entpuppt sich als ein wahrer Horrortrip. Ich empfehle Taschenlampe unter der Bettdecke zu diesem Buch :D (Aber nur, wenn ihr euch traut)

Maleficent, Diaval, and Aurora. An unlikely family, but a happy one.

The journey across the moors was punishing. Rain fell hard and cold, soaking through his clothes, driving into his skin. The ground was slick beneath his boots, uneven and treacherous. Heathcliff welcomed the difficulty. It gave form to the fury and dread coiled within him, a physical match to the violence of his thoughts.

Life among the four Clans have had good times and bad. Wars and Battles have caused great loss. Friendships have been made. New life has been brought to the Clans. The leaders' journeys have come to an end. Or so every cat thought. When one special apprentice receives their mentor, New things, good and bad, start arising. It's up to twelve apprentices to save the Clans before all hell breaks loose. But one might think, how can apprentices save four whole Clans?

Friends , families and other relations can provoke interests too, when there persists no hope at all.

In 1778, seventh generation wizard Lawrence Thomas sealed the Gates of Darkmoor Manor. 236 years later, Drake Kyle, an American student, is moving to Scotland to attend an esteemed university. His father decides to move with him, seeking a new life in the United Kingdom. Their new premises, Darkmoor Manor, is a centuries old mansion that has never had any owners for more than 10 years, under the belief that strange and unexplainable things occur within its ancient walls. Drake finds that numerous cabinets, doors, and chests can't be opened and refuse to move from their spots. But these aren't ordinary doors. These are the long lost Gates, tears in the walls of the dimensions. Now Drake, who has somehow broken the Gates' locks, is caught in a millennia old war that could bring down every world. From the freezing kingdoms of Nordfar to the black mountains of Ashfall Drake will have to face unspeakable evils and leave behind all hopes of an ordinary life........and he may have to give up his hopes of living a life at all.

The Lady of the Moor, a tragic story told in verse, and recited by, our Mystress - M Teresa Clayton. This author is superb in her storytelling skills and has several awards for her various works of Written Art. To hear her speak her words is her gift to her many fans and I am one of them. Having followed her for more than a dozen years, I am still mystified by her verses, her stories, her quotes. I've said it before - M Teresa Clayton is following in the expertise of such storytellers as Rod Serling (Twilight Zone) wrapped in Poe, Shelley, Plath, and Bronte. - William Avery

In 1898, just before the 'Fin de Siècle' Jack Mortimer has just turned twenty-one years of age. Having lead a secluded life up until now, he admits that he is a very innocent and naïve young gentleman. After a strange encounter with the infamous and mysterious Count Raoul Rodolpho on Bodmin Moor, Jack Mortimer's life will be changed forever. The Count who has been nicknamed 'The Red Admiral' by the Bodmin townsfolk because of his passion for lepidoptery, (Butterfly collecting) is revealed to be a charming, and enticing prospect, if somewhat unpredictable, but nonetheless he proves to be a mesmerising presence to the impressionable young Jack. But what is the lasting consequence of this ominous meeting? Count Rodolpho is renowned for his opulent and extravagant tastes, but do the rumours that surround him of debauchery and possible bloodlust do him justice, or are they merely unjust superstitions thrust upon him by the local Bodmin villagers. Townsfolk who have a history of revelling in macabre beliefs themselves and an irrational fear of 'Foreign Outsiders' ? This fateful meeting with the Count Rodolpho ushers in many unforeseen consequences for Jack Mortimer. And what of the allure, the power and the influence of Count Rodolpho's mysterious and enchanting three 'sisters' Scarlotta, Esmeray and Lilah? Jack Mortimer's life is about to be transformed forever.