Myles Monsden 
Under the thrall of a crescent moon, the ocean whispered secrets only the brave or the foolish cared to listen. Kael and Maris, explorers of the undulating deep, hovered above a coral reef, the kind peppered across tales of old pirates and likened to underwater kingdoms. Infused with hues of macabre reds and ghostly blues, … Read more
It was on a sun-soaked afternoon when the mountains trembled under an unfamiliar roar, not unlike thunder if thunder could growl. The roar was stretched thin, humming through the trees and catching in the leaves like stubborn rain. Marlowe Grint, an avowed collector of myths and searcher after ancient whispers, dropped his teacup upon hearing … Read more
In the days when the shadows whispered more deeply and the wind sang with the voices of the old, there existed an ancient temple, shrouded in vines and the weight of time. This temple lay forgotten, nestled in the heart of a slumbering forest, where the trees were so tall and thick, they seemed to … Read more
At the edge of the Endworld’s map, where old parchment ceases to be reliable, and where cartographers shake their heads and sigh, is the Fire Mountain. It stands alone against a backdrop of eternal night, the sky only occasionally flickering in shades of stormy purple and somber orange. The locals call it Olk’Syr—roughly translating to … Read more
In the shadow-draped ruins of what once gleamed as the Labyrinth of Creth, the Minotaur named Rath stood vigilant, every bit the relic of a bygone era. His horns, gnarled and formidable, jutted towards the heavens, catching the languid drift of moonlight that slid through the fractured domes. The walls, opulently carved with the epics … Read more
In the days when magic was not just in the minds of poets and the imaginations of children, there rested a mountain so peculiar it was whispered about in the murmurings between the roots of old trees and in the sighs of the wind passing over ancient graveyards. This was Havenrook Mountain, where rivers shimmered … Read more
Under the blue-dark sky stretched tight over an endless white tundra, the Frost Walker’s Path shimmered briefly into existence. Only those whose feet were clad in the Frost Walker boots could see the glistening trail, others might walk right across it, thinking about dinner, never knowing what secrets they trod underfoot. Azura, the grey-eyed summoner, … Read more
In the penultimate chapter of all cosmic tales, where worlds end and stories begin, the Ender Gardener toiled. Aerith, as she named herself, derived from the air that whispered eternal secrets. Aerith was the last of her kind, a remnant of the Eldritch, a civilization that thrived where time folded upon itself like whispers in … Read more
On the third day of the tempest, at the cusp of a time-soaked midnight, a colossal bolt of violet lightning speared from the roaring heart of the storm, striking an almost forgotten corner of Miss Martha’s garden. Insignificant to most, that corner held a solitary, rare blue creeper nestled against a peculiar stone arch, cobwebbed … Read more
Once, in a world not unlike our own but embroidered with the extraordinary, there was a place known only to the clouds and the stars. This place, an island suspended in the liminal space between blue sky and the endless cosmos, was the domain of an old sky miner known as Old Garrow. With hands … Read more