Darkages Stories

It's been five years since the battle of Edlignton and Hvitserk is firmly ensconced as Lord Athelstan of Swanford in East Anglia, a committed Christian and scholar and a widowed father to a four-year old daughter. When his daughter's nurse announces her engagement, he realizes he needs a new wife and a mother for his daughter

Dark Age is where the time chaos erupted among the people in Europe. There had been wars and rumors of wars spread around cities upon cities. It started when the early church, nobles and royalties were in engaged maintaining their powers, controlling people and clashed their interests on the matter. They had corrupted many lands even stealing those from native tribes. This stirred up lots of those barbarians to craft those dangerous arms and rage war to the nobles who take away their rightly possessions. And to prevent more wars to take place and to save the land from bloodshed, a marriage between the princess from a native tribe and one of the most powerful members of the Royal heads who has been their tribe's most undefeated and formidable enemies for long time must be done.

The ancient village of Megara is getting ready for a wedding, and the bride is a vampire. Let the Blood Plague begin. As her thirteenth birthday approaches, Ava, Princess of Megara, knows her upcoming marriage to Wolfstan will plunge her into hell. A raging storm and the incessant scratching sounds on her castle window pane threaten to drive her insane. Ava relents, throws open the window, and submits to Evil. She is now one of the Clan of Ichor. There is only one man in the kingdom who can save her - the aging sorcerer and alchemist, Perdix. But Perdix has many secrets and the strength of his magic is waning. Perdix seeks help from Fye, a witch who lives outside the castle walls. Even with her aid, their magic may not be strong enough. Can the aged wizard rescue Ava? Or will the Ichor turn Perdix into one of their own?

How can something so wrong feel so right?... two people trapped in a timeline before loving who ever u want to love is beyond acceptable especially when one is a priest's child and one is a knight AND ESPECIALLY since they both happens to be males. This story is heavily inspired by the song of achilles so if you liked it I have a feeling this short story is going to be a great fit for you! I wrote the story in my native language first and have later translated it to English, i'm sorry for any grammatical errors! I've turned in to school assignment so I was very careful with my grammar and word choice. Hope you enjoy the story!

The flames slowly began licking at skirt, scorching my skin with such agonizing pain! How could humans be so cruel?! Then I saw him. His grey eyes glowing with sadistic pleasure. And all I wanted was to tear free of my shackles and rip him apart, but we both knew that would be impossible. Even so, thought I, demons have wings too.

"I am not afraid of death. Only what happens after." _________ Set in 5th Century, England. The Roman Empire still stood strong and Saxons were invading Britain. 17 year old Arthur Pendragon attempts to lead British defences to strike and defeat the Saxons. What will happen when he encounters the lost lamb of the one of the tribes, the young 16 year old Rhalina, descendant of Roman Emperor Caligula? Read to find out. Enjoy!!! PS: This is set in the "dark ages". So don't expect much of this to be historically accurate aside from a few character's names, references, and a basic plot of contextual knowledge. Thanks guys😅😊

this story contains all of the Doom games starting with Doom 3 *I know that doom 3 doesn't contain in the Doom lore but who cares!*

The village of Eldermere was quiet that night-too quiet. No owls called from the twisted oaks, no wolves howled in the distant hills. Even the wind had stilled, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Eric sat by the fireplace, sharpening a dagger that his father had given him before his dad disappeared-sent to search for three missing villagers who had vanished near the Blackfen Woods. The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that danced like restless spirits. His mother hummed softly as she spun wool, the rhythmic whir of the spindle a familiar comfort. Then the church bell tolled. Once. Twice. A third time-deep, mournful, shaking the very air. Eric's hand stilled. The village bell only rang like that for one reason. *Death.*

Screams could be heard in the distance every second. The blood curdling screams were never ending it seemed, his own often adding to the bunch. When the screams would end only whining and groaning would follow. It could be starvation or the ending of someone's short life.

Deep in an ancient forest stands a tree. Its roots connect the present to the past. Throughout the ages, one family has kept its secret. But now the Keeper's daughter has gone missing. A husbands rescue has been foiled. Hope now lies in the Keepers grandson. Join Cade as he discovers the truth about his family's ancestry and the part he has in it. However, before he can begin his journey, he needs to awaken the gifts within him.

Two kingdoms at peace. One mysterious force determined to change that. Will peace prevail or will greed and prejudice reign over all?

Going back to the Dark Ages is gruesome and terrifying, but the things no one told you are worse. You know, stuff about the Werewolves!

in which a freshly graduated Hogwarts student travels in time and discovers she is the key for Albion to be born. in which a 17 years old Ravenclaw has to get used to the medieval times and making magic with no wand. ❝Merlin's beard❞ ❝last time i checked, i didn't have a beard.❞ ❝this would make a good meme.❞ ❝what the heck is a meme?❞ ❝why are your eyes yellow when you cast spells?❞ ❝why aren't your eyes yellow when you cast spells?❞ ❝that's not an answer.❞ ❝it is now.❞ short chapters slow updates Plot by @-patronus. All rights reserved Queenie M. - 24th June 2017

"How did you find this place?" Zia asked the King, speaking for the first time since entering the tent. "I've been searching for the location of your Headquarters for months- years, really." Donathan admitted. "We only found it when we got wind that two new recruits would be coming here today. My men tailed them here this morning and sent for me as soon as they were certain of the location." The tent was silent. Finally Arch said thoughtfully, "You say you come to negotiate?" The King nodded. "Very well, then," Arch said, "I will oblige. If I do answer your plea, can I insure that this camp and all those who live in it will remain protected and untouched?" Donathan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe you can." "And," he went on, "can I trust that this place will remain secret to the outside world?" "My men are sworn into secrecy," the King assured him. Arch fell silent once again. This quiet seemed to last longer than all the others. Zia wanted to know what he would say, and His Highness and Jay appeared to be in the same boat. "Very well, then," Arch said, stretching forth his hand for the King to shake. "When shall we sort out the details?" Cover made by the incredibly talented @italychick

"What do you mean?" "I never loved her!" Ω Irresistible blue eyes, exotic white hair, charming smirk, seemingly perfect and alright to fall in love with, right? Wrong. Not if he's Jack Frost, your personal Guardian angel. And definitely not if he's engaged to the queen of arendelle. What I didn't know was that Pitch Black was out to get me, and would hurt anyone who was near me just to cause me pain. Oh, and, if there was going to be one person who can defeat Pitch Black and stop the world from plunging into darkness, it would be me.

In a kingdom where oaths shatter like glass and crowns are won in blood, one man claim to the throne could ignite the end of an empire. Rhanza Dowhelf, a hardened fighter with a past he won't speak of, never planned to protect anyone-least of all a royal heir. But when he drawn into a web of betrayal, assassins, and broken allegiances, him sword becomes the only shield standing between the young prince and a realm ready to tear itself apart. From frozen battlefields to fire-lit council halls, Rhanza and her allies race against enemies seen and unseen. Every victory costs more than the last, and every choice sharpens the edge between loyalty and survival. But the closer they come to reclaiming the capital, the clearer the truth becomes: the boy she guards is no longer just an heir. He's becoming something far more dangerous. Action-packed, brutally honest, and steeped in the grit of medieval warfare, Bloodsteel Chronicles is a tale of loyalty, betrayal, and the high price of destiny.

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"The game of life is like chess, I am the king and you are the six pawns on the opposing side. So when I yelled checkmate to your king ages ago, I was left standing the only ruler that all the other kingdoms feared. But later, when six of the more intelligent pawns finally realize they'd been played, they rise to become a knight, and then the knight rises to become a bishop, and the bishop rises to become a king, then and only then have I met my match and I can be truly defeated, you have made it farther in the game than I would have guessed, but now I must kill the bishop while he is still the bishop before he becomes king and kills me."

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