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Hybrids of Willow’s Peak: The Cursed Forest
In 1879, long after the first abducting of a man in Willow’s Peak, people’s suspicions grew when more townsfolk began to act up. As if under some sort of spell. As if poisoned. Foaming at the mouth…sitings of strange creatures…vivid nightmares…even reports of supernatural powers…the small town on the side of Willow’s Mountain starts to dwindle. When The National Society for Devilry, or TNSD, lets out a report of monstrous werewolves in Willow Forest…a group of teens see no other way to find out what the hell is going on then to head inside. Not only are there demonic creatures in those trees…but a large, and supposedly haunted mansion that belonged to the Robert’s, a family from the late 1600’s that were murdered and mauled by who knows what. These teenagers, or Spencer Smith, Orabelle Reed, Emmett Sherman, Cecily Shirley, and Ivy Harriet venture into the forest, only to figure out that the monsters they are trying to kill and get away from aren’t on the outside or in the trees, but in themselves. - cover art isn’t mine! rights go to its owner. :) -
Written by Fireflight
NanoWrimo Young Writer's Program Fiction Excerpt Contest Official Finalist 2020 When the sun set over the bustling city of Chicago on one October evening in 1871, no one could have predicted that it would rise three days later on little more than a field of rubble. In the aftermath of the Great Chicago Fire, newly orphaned Caroline is determined to find a way to repair her childhood city, her beloved library, and her fractured heart. Could the brave yet mysterious young lady she meets along the way be the key to all three? Updates Tuesdays -
Christopher Knightly; The Lord of the Western Empire
[18] “Milord!.” He hummed, “what’s a Red witch?.” Lizzy said, pointing to a picture of all of the Red witches that the lord had on his desk. As the words slip out of her mouth, he stopped for a moment and walked towards his desk as she watched him and tried to climb up and on to the chair that is in front of his desk. The lord watched her struggle to get up on the chair as he got off his to place her on his lap. “A Red witch?.” He paused looking through the book on his desk as she nodded her little head. “We don’t speak of them, as they don’t exist, Elizabeth.” He said. “All I know is that, they wear red hooded coats to prevent people seeing them.” She said, not moving her eyes away from the book of witches. “As they do, but a little girl like you shouldn’t be talking about this book of Witchery.” Said the lord as he pick her up of his lap, “Now, it’s time for you to go to bed.”
