Chanting Stories

Ali and Claire (aka Channing Tatum's girlfriend) are besties. Claire is trying to find the right boy for Ali. Then they find him read to find out more

Hey! Radhe Radhe!sabko Today i am gonna write a story about....A little girl...Her strength is her Kanha 🎀🍂❤️...that would be my First Story...i ever write ✍🏻 hope you all Like it.....🫶🏻🧿❤️if you believe in krishn then Everything is possible Even magic 🪄✨❤️ 🍂🎀 harii bol :)🙏🏻🌸😌

An explorer enters a forbidden cave and discovers an ancient skull that binds itself to him, awakening the whispers of something ancient and hungry beneath the earth.

The god of time saw a glimpse of the future. It was a bloodshed war. Bodies laying, cover in red liquid. Ground was crust and cracks. Trees dried as dust. From above the ground, only he saw was a Fractured Angel. This is the story about two angel friends, as they're life started changing. Raphael and Theia were good friends but bit by bit Theia notice something different about Raphael. Then Raphael revealed a shocking secret's....

THIRTEEN YEARS OF DUST is the intriguing, introductory novel for the Duke Bradley, Private Eye series. Duke is an egotistical, sarcastic, and obsessive ex-FBI special detective who got canned from the bureau for botching a decade-long investigation because he was blind drunk. It's a secret he has vowed to take to the grave, and only his ex-partner knows what really happened that night in Bay Springs, Mississippi. Now after a stint in rehab and losing everything, he is sober and will do what it takes to stay that way. Down on his luck, highly in debt to his ex-wife, and with a landlord just itching to evict him, Duke has devised a way to get some quick cash doing what he does best, solving murders. In a city full of addiction, he sets forth, determined to stay clean and not let anyone get away with murder I present for your consideration.

First, you must believe. Second,dont say "would it work" that wont make the spell work. Third, be confident. Book of spells for y'all.

#TheGrudgeContest Six little children walk into town, all wearing white night gowns stained with red paint. At least that's what everyone thinks it is. The children chanting as they walk past the rows of houses "We have a message" In their sing song voice, they repeat it again and again until they are standing in the middle of town with a small crowd gathered around them. What is the message? Tik Tok your time is up

I'm going to tell you a secret/ and I hope that you can keep it./ I think I've lost my mind/ for to be insane I seem inclined.

Hazel Hale is fourteen and is still mateless. She and Violet long to meet their matches. It's hardly possible when they are being tutored at home. When Hazel catches the scent of her mate it's all she needs. Suddenly high school is within reach. Is all what it seems? What powers does she have from the moon goddess? What happens when Rouge meets Mate? Will Hazel be the reject or the one giving the rejection? All will be revealed... This is the sequel to the Shifter. I recommend that you read The Shifter first to understand the story.

Just a poem that I wrote awhile ago and finally found again.

A world divided by three kinds of people: The Gens, who are gifted by the Gods with magical abilities. The Idles, the majority, who are unable to use magic of any kind. The Passives, those who devoted their lives to learning and harnessing magic. But, that's only the surface of what happens in Iraezis, the Fading Land. The deeper you delve, the harder it will be to get out. Do you dare to find out?

Om is one of the most important sounds in the universe and has been chanted for thousands of years. Mere chanting of Om can bestow us with sundry benefits. Read on:

If you are curious as to what happens in my screwed-up mind during sleep, then you should read this. Or if you're just bored and want a quick read of something random, you can read this too. This has no plot, just crap written on an empty Word Document. I will continue updating this with every bizarre dream that I have. Provided that I still remember them when I wake up. Which I have got to admit is really rare. But they still do happen for me once in a blue moon. :) No alterations were involved with every recount. Comments and opinions are welcome. And no, I am not lying or fabricating the truth in any sort of way so please do not accuse me of doing so. My mind is just fucked up that way. :)