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Path of Valor

Chapter 1: The Hunter and the Witcher

In the heart of the Continent, where monsters and magic coexisted, there was a small village nestled on the edge of a dense, dark forest. The villagers led a simple life, sustained by the bounty of the land and the forest, but they knew that their existence was constantly threatened by the very woods that sustained them.

One fateful morning, (Y/N), a young woman with fiery determination in her eyes and a lithe grace in her step, embarked on a hunting expedition. Her village depended on her skills as a hunter, for she had a unique ability to track and subdue the most formidable of creatures. Her natural talent for hunting, combined with her knowledge of herbs and the healing arts, made her an invaluable member of the community.

As she ventured deep into the forest, her bow at the ready and her senses attuned to the slightest movement, (Y/N) encountered a trail of blood. It was a clear sign of a wounded creature nearby. She followed the crimson trail with caution, her footsteps silent as a shadow.

Soon, she came across the wounded creature, but it was no ordinary beast. Instead, she found a man—a Witcher—his long, white hair matted with dirt and blood, his eyes closed as he lay in the undergrowth.

Her heart raced as she knelt beside him, examining his injuries. The Witcher bore the unmistakable signs of a fierce battle with a monstrous foe. Gently, she cleaned his wounds with a poultice she had crafted from herbs she had gathered earlier.

It was a painstaking process, but (Y/N) knew the importance of tending to his injuries. She couldn't leave a fellow traveler wounded in the dangerous forest. Once the Witcher's wounds were cleaned and bandaged, she used a mixture of herbs to brew a potent healing potion. After carefully pouring it down his throat, she waited.

Hours passed, and (Y/N) sat vigil beside the unconscious Witcher. The forest was her ally, and the creatures of the woods, sensing her benevolent intent, allowed her to tend to her unexpected guest in peace.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, the Witcher stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. His amber eyes met (Y/N)'s, and there was a moment of silent understanding that passed between them.

"You saved me," he rasped, his voice betraying both gratitude and curiosity.

(Y/N) nodded. "It's not safe to leave a wounded soul in these woods. What happened to you?"

The Witcher hesitated for a moment, his eyes darkening with memories of the battle. "I was tracking a griffin," he finally replied. "It fought fiercely, but I managed to wound it. It fled into the woods."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed. "Griffins are rarely seen in this region. What brought you here?"

The Witcher's lips curled into a faint smile. "I heard tales of a skilled hunter who resides in this village. I came to seek your aid in tracking the griffin."

(Y/N) considered his words and realized that she was presented with an opportunity. She had always longed for more than the life of a village hunter. The Witcher's presence could open new horizons, granting her the adventure she had yearned for.

"Very well," she said, determination gleaming in her eyes. "I will help you track the griffin, but in return, I have a proposal of my own."

The Witcher raised an inquisitive brow, his gaze locked on (Y/N).

"I want to accompany you on your adventures," she declared. "I've seen the wounds you bear, and I know the dangers you face. With my skills as a herbalist, hunter, and healer, I can be of great use to you."

The Witcher, known as Geralt of Rivia, considered her offer. He knew the road he walked was perilous, but he also recognized the invaluable talents (Y/N) possessed.

Finally, he nodded. "Agreed."

With the deal struck, they gathered their belongings, and (Y/N) led Geralt to her village, where he could rest and recover further. The village welcomed him with cautious curiosity. Word of a Witcher in their midst had spread like wildfire.

As Geralt rested, (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder about his past, his scars, and the monsters he had faced. The other villagers watched him with a mixture of fascination and fear. But (Y/N) saw something more—the weary eyes of a warrior, burdened by the weight of countless battles.

In the days that followed, (Y/N) cared for Geralt's wounds, ensuring that he regained his strength. She mixed poultices and brewed potions, all the while observing his silent and stoic nature. Yet, in his moments of vulnerability, she glimpsed the man behind the Witcher's facade—a man shaped by trials, both internal and external.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the village came alive with the soft glow of lanterns, (Y/N) sat with Geralt by a crackling fire. She offered him a bowl of hearty stew, and they ate in companionable silence.

She finally broke the quietude. "Geralt, tell me about your world—the world of Witchers."

His golden eyes met hers, and he spoke, his voice steady. "It's a world filled with darkness, (Y/N), where monsters lurk in the shadows. Witchers are trained from a young age to hunt and eliminate those monsters. We're mutants, subjected to alchemical experiments that grant us enhanced abilities. But these gifts come at a cost."

(Y/N) nodded, sensing the weight of his words. "The cost of isolation and mistrust."

Geralt's gaze remained fixed on the fire. "Yes, Witchers are feared and often shunned by the very people they protect. But it's a life I've chosen, and it's a life that carries a purpose."

In that moment, (Y/N

) felt a surge of empathy for the Witcher, for the trials he had faced, and the choices he had made. She saw beyond the scars and the gruff exterior, recognizing the depth of his character.

"Your purpose has brought you to my village," she said, her voice soft and compassionate. "And it's a purpose I want to share. Together, we can face the monsters, the darkness, and the unknown. With your skills and my knowledge, we can make a difference."

Geralt studied her with those piercing golden eyes, as if assessing her sincerity. After a moment, he nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Very well, (Y/N). We'll be partners in this journey."

Their alliance was sealed, and the village, which had initially held its reservations, began to accept Geralt as one of their own. The skilled hunter and the enigmatic Witcher became a formidable team, combining their talents to protect the village and venture into the treacherous forest.

As the weeks passed, (Y/N) honed her combat skills under Geralt's guidance, learning to wield a sword and defend herself against the supernatural threats that lurked in the woods. In turn, she taught him the secrets of herblore and the delicate art of healing, using the very forest that had once been a source of danger to mend wounds and cure ailments.

Their partnership blossomed into a genuine friendship, and the bond between them deepened with each shared victory and challenge. (Y/N) admired Geralt's unwavering determination and the code of ethics he followed in a world where morality often blurred into gray areas.

One crisp morning, as they prepared to venture deeper into the forest, Geralt approached (Y/N). He carried a silver pendant, a Witcher's medallion, and handed it to her. "This medallion is a symbol of our partnership," he said. "It's said to react in the presence of magic and danger. Keep it as a reminder of the journey we've embarked on together."

She accepted the medallion, tucking it safely beneath her clothing. "I will, Geralt. Together, we'll face the unknown, and we'll emerge stronger for it."

Their path led them through dark woods, across dangerous swamps, and into haunted ruins. They confronted fearsome beasts and powerful sorcery, their unwavering trust in one another becoming their greatest strength.

One evening, under a sky filled with countless stars, (Y/N) and Geralt sat by their campfire. The forest was alive with the songs of night creatures, and a cool breeze rustled through the trees. (Y/N) gazed up at the night sky, her eyes bright with wonder.

"I never imagined a life like this," she admitted, her voice tinged with awe. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. The journey, the adventures, and the bond we share—it's everything I ever longed for."

Geralt, the stoic Witcher, found himself sharing a rare smile. "I, too, have found something unexpected on this path we walk together. You've given me a glimpse of a different world, a world where trust and compassion are worth fighting for."

Their horses grazed nearby, content and unhurried, embodying the serenity of that moment.

With a warm expression, Geralt extended a hand to (Y/N). "Come, (Y/N), we have many more tales to write in this journey. Let's see what the world has in store for us."

She took his hand, feeling the calluses of his palm against her own. They rose together, leaving the campfire to smolder in the darkness as they mounted their horses. With the silver Witcher's medallion resting against her heart, (Y/N) and Geralt rode on, their hearts set on a horizon filled with promise and adventure.

The hunter and the Witcher, bound by fate and choice, had found in each other the missing pieces of their respective journeys. In the world where monsters and magic were a constant presence, they were two souls who would stand as beacons of hope, light, and unbreakable trust.

Their adventures were only beginning, and in each challenge they faced, they discovered not only the monsters lurking in the shadows but the strength of the connection that grew between them. Together, (Y/N) and Geralt would write a story of valor, friendship, and the enduring spirit of those who dared to walk the path less traveled.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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worldanvil · 6 months

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Writing a gripping fantasy novel requires careful planning, skillful execution, and a deep understanding of the genre. By following these tips, you can write your fantasy book with confidence!

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scifrey · 4 months

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Happy New Year! I have decided that 2024 is the year of spreading my work far and wide. As an indie author, I’ve decided to simply give away a whole bunch of my backlisted novels. They had wonderful launches and reviews when they first debuted, and now I just want people to read and enjoy them. So spread the news, the following books are now available for free or for a very minimal token payment on certain platforms.

As J.M. Frey

The Untold Tale: Wattpad | Radish | AO3 The Skylark’s Song: Wattpad Triptych: Wattpad | Radish Time and Tide: Wattpad City by Night: Radish As Peggy Barnett (spicy)

Naughty & Nice: Radish Dear Abby: Radish Lips Like Ice: Wattpad | Radish Some of these books only have a few chapters available at present, but make sure you’re subscribed to my profile on each platform, and you’ll be notified when new chapters drop. They’ll be posted in their entirety in 2024.

Happy Reading!

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the-colourful-witch · 3 days

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Oh, the joy of book covers! I honestly can't get enough of them. There's something so special to searching for that one image that captures the feeling of a story. It makes me very happy. This lovely piece was commissioned by @witherthymewrites on Instagram who is writing The Lunar Heir, a standalone epic fantasy novel. It's got adventure, it's got romance. What more do you need? It was a blast to make and I hope to get more cover commissions in the future! :)

Some sketches and colour options to finish the post off :) Also, my commissions will remain open for the foreseeable future, so if you have an idea for a cover, feel free to contact me and we'll get started! :)

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jandkwriting · 8 months

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More about our co-authored fantasy and sci-fi fusing novel! Here’s reasons why we love it: Written from six points of view, it is a story that is a testament to the powers of friendship. For fans of video games where lost technologies are found, like Horizon Zero Dawn and Mass Effect, and epic fantasy books with multiple POVs, like Malazan Book of the Fallen and The Stormlight Archive. Heroes that are older than teenagers, nature magic, societal prejudices, and lost histories like The Surviving Sky. Other elements we think you’ll like:

LGBTQ+ main characters

Animal companions

Enemies to lovers subplot

Musical magic

Epic journey

Good dog

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kiraofthewind · 1 year

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My Fantasy Books

All my stories take place in a fantasy world called the Pentagonal Dominion. It's a collection of planes connected to Earth, but I don't include humans (with one exception). Any time I mention a year, it's that world's year, not in any way connected to years on Earth.

Please be aware that ALL my books are for 18+ only. Though they vary in the exact kind of content, you can expect them all to include some degree of violence, swearing, sexual content, or dark themes not appropriate for MG or YA books.

Map of the PD made by @dewiwrites

Merchants of Knowledge and Magic is my first novel, taking place in the year 561.

STATUS: Published

Cover was drawn by @crossroadart-seabear . In fact, for the sake of making tags easier, all the art I'm going to include in this update post will be by them, lol.

It follows the journey of an intersex dragonfly-person, Calinthe, who travels across the many planes of the Pentagonal Dominion in search of secrets which she feeds to her boss in exchange for goods and promises of retirement. Calinthe follows a religion which forbids its followers from using money. She is sent on a quest by her boss, the Demon Lord of Ignorance, to retrieve his henchman who was captured by slavers in the Women's Republic of Ophidia, a land where women enslave all men, intersex, agender, trans, or any people they deem "not female enough" by their standards.

MoKaM is the 'brain' or 'mind' of the Merchants trio. Calinthe is intelligent, clever, sassy, and a little bit arrogant. She devoted to her God, Lucognidus, but around others, she can be brash.

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Merchants of Light and Bone is my second novel, taking place in the year 561 concurrently with MoKaM.

STATUS: Due to be published in August 2023

Pictured above: Su, one of Amiere's two spouses.

MoLaB is the story of a father who lost his daughter in a freak earthquake accident and his journey through coping with trauma, saving a girl who is being abused by her father, and seeking answers for his own daughter's strange death (after all, how can a freak earthquake happen in a world with no plate tectonics? They don't even have a word for 'earthquake').

MoLaB's setting is tropical, taking place almost entirely on Aloutia, on the equatorial coastline. The main character, Amiere, is a polyamorous bisexual lion-man with a wife, enby husband, and several kids. He works as a merchant of light, carving glowing crystals into statues for customers.

MoLaB is the 'heart' or 'soul' of the Merchants trio. It emphasizes powerful, sad emotions, contrasting beautiful scenery with the tempest of emotions bubbling inside Amiere's heart.

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Merchants of Dance and Hedonism is the third Merchants novel, taking place in the year 561 concurrently with MoKaM and MoLaB

STATUS: On hold

MoDaH is about a genderless shapeshifting person, Tynan, who came into existence at the start of the book. Born with the power to transform into almost anything (within a size limit) and the power to *know* anything they wish, they are born as the perfect assassin. Which is exactly what a "merchant of dance" is: a magic-using assassin sent to eradicate other magic-users, demons, or high-class targets. If Tynan chooses not to engage in such activities, their country will end up going to war with Ophidia (feminist nation which enslaves all non-women) and the Makai (demon nation that kills all people to recycle their parts and revive them as demons). And if that happens, their sisters will be drafted into the war as child soldiers.

MoDaH is the 'body' of the Merchants trio. Tynan is a shapeshifter and many of the problems they face are solved through creative and clever use of transformations.

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Good Thyme With Bad Company takes place in the year 300.

STATUS: Currently writing

It's less of a traditional novel and more of a collection of short stories, microfiction, and completely out-of-place smut about the cast of characters who have infested my mind palace for the last few months.

It's best described as "Polycule of characters living in a dystopic capitalist steampunk hellscape fighting to change the genre of their book to cozy fantasy."

The characters live and work in a warm, steampunk/fantasy aesthetic inn called the Good Thyme Inn, working to pay their ever-increasing rent while finding joy and love in their fellow found family members, many of whom have faced horrific traumas.

The second half of the book, once some of their problems have been 'resolved', focuses on the cozy aspects. These characters love and adore one another and many scenes in this part of the book will be cute, slice-of-life, or smutty in nature, while laying low on the trauma or violence.

This book is currently my precious. It's near and dear to my heart. I am obsessed with my characters and their dynamics. I hope my readers will fall in love with them as much as I have!

#books #mybooks #fantasy #fantasybooks #epicfantasy #epicfantasybooks #mokam #molab #modah #gtwbc #pentagonaldominion

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itusebastian · 1 year

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Flight of the Sky Titan

In the heart of the jagged mountains, the roc perched atop its lair, its massive wings folded tightly against its body. The creature's eyes, a fierce amber, scanned the skies for prey as its powerful talons gripped the rocky crag. At rest, the bird dwarfed even the tallest trees, and its feathers, black as a starless night, rustled in the wind.

The roc had lived for centuries, hunting for food and protecting its territory. Its nest was a haphazard collection of debris, a tangle of trees, tents, and the remains of ships and caravans it had carried off. The creature had long ago stopped caring for the treasures that sometimes found their way into its lair, and instead focused solely on finding its next meal.

As the roc took flight, its wingspan spread more than two hundred feet, dwarfing everything below. It soared high above the clouds, searching for a slow-moving target, something large enough to satiate its hunger. It ignored towns and forests, where prey could easily take cover, and instead focused on open spaces where it could hunt freely.

Days turned into weeks, and the roc searched relentlessly, covering great distances as it hunted for its next meal. But as time passed, the creature grew weary, and its amber eyes began to lose their sharpness.

One day, as the roc flew over the ocean, it caught sight of a lone ship, its sails billowing in the wind. The creature's hunger surged, and it dove down, its massive talons outstretched. The ship's crew scrambled to defend themselves, but it was no use. The roc snatched the vessel in its talons, lifting it high into the air before dropping it into its lair.

As the roc settled in to feast on the ship's crew, it sensed a presence nearby. It turned to face a group of adventurers, armed with swords and shields, who had come to rid the land of the monster that had terrorized the region for far too long.

But the roc was not easily defeated. It spread its wings and took flight, circling above the adventurers as it prepared to strike. The battle raged on for hours, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

In the end, the adventurers emerged victorious, but the roc's memory lived on. It remained a legend, a creature of myth and legend that roamed the mountains, hunting for its next meal. And though it was gone, its legacy would live on, inspiring tales of bravery and daring for generations to come.

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eric-mrozek · 4 months

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Independence (Maereath: The Fiean Revolution, #1)

Try out the disturbing first chapter of Independence right now over on Wattpad!

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aifanfictions · 6 months

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Path of Valor

Chapter 11: Moonlit Promises

The moon hung high in the sky, a brilliant, silvery orb casting its gentle light over the forest. It was a tranquil night, with the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl serving as the only sounds in the clearing. A small campfire crackled, filling the air with the earthy scent of burning wood.

Jaskier, perched on a moss-covered log, plucked the strings of his lute, creating a soft, melodic tune that echoed through the night. The music danced with the fire's flickering shadows, creating an enchanting atmosphere. His voice, a gentle baritone, joined the melody, and his songs filled the air with a sense of warmth and camaraderie.

Around the campfire, (Y/N), Geralt, and Jaskier had made a small circle. The day's adventures and the enchanting beauty of the forest had lifted their spirits, and their laughter was easy and infectious. The bond between them had grown stronger with each shared challenge, and this night, beneath the full moon, felt like a culmination of their shared journey.

As the night deepened, (Y/N) and Geralt found themselves sitting side by side, their shoulders touching. The warmth of Geralt's presence was comforting, and his nearness felt natural, as if they had always been this close. Their fingers brushed against each other, a subtle, unspoken connection that seemed to send a delightful shiver down their spines.

The full moon's light seemed to intensify, bathing the clearing in an otherworldly, ethereal glow. It danced on (Y/N)'s skin, turning her features into a captivating work of art. The moonlight revealed the soft curves of her face and the spark of curiosity in her eyes.

Geralt, his gaze drawn irresistibly to (Y/N), found himself studying her with an intensity that was difficult to conceal. In the moonlight, her eyes were pools of shimmering depth, and her lips held an inviting softness. His golden eyes, usually enigmatic, now bore a vulnerability that betrayed his feelings.

The unspoken connection between them had evolved into a powerful force, undeniable and magnetic. It pulled them closer with each shared moment, like two celestial bodies drawn together by an invisible gravitational pull. The forest seemed to pulse in response, as if it could feel the intensity of their emotions.

Under the watchful gaze of the full moon, they shared a silence that spoke volumes. Geralt's gaze was unwavering, and (Y/N) felt the weight of his attention. It was as if he were on the verge of speaking but had chosen a different way to communicate his emotions.

With a sudden, decisive movement, Geralt turned toward (Y/N). His lips parted, a word or a confession on the tip of his tongue, but then he leaned in. (Y/N) inhaled, her heart racing, as his lips met hers in a gentle, tender kiss.

It was a kiss that held the weight of unspoken emotions, a promise of something deeper that had grown between them on their shared journey. Their lips met with a soft, lingering intensity, and time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor the connection that had become undeniable.

As their lips parted, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them and the moonlit clearing. They were in their own world, a place where words were not necessary, where their emotions were laid bare.

Jaskier, who had been strumming his lute and enjoying the night, couldn't help but steal a glance at the couple. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and a knowing smile played on his lips. He continued to play, adjusting the melody to a more romantic tune that serenaded the pair.

The forest, too, seemed to embrace the moment. The leaves rustled with approval, as if the trees themselves whispered blessings for the couple. The night creatures continued their serenade, creating a symphony of nature that celebrated the unspoken love that had ignited under the enchanting light of the full moon.

As (Y/N) and Geralt remained in each other's embrace, their fingers entwined, they shared whispered promises of a future together. Their words were barely above a whisper, but the forest seemed to amplify their vows, carrying them to the very heart of the ancient woods.

They pledged to face every challenge, to be each other's protector, and to treasure the connection that had grown between them. The forest, with its timeless wisdom, bore witness to their promises.

The night flowed on, and they remained in their loving embrace. The campfire's warmth and the forest's magic enveloped them, as they reveled in the promises they had shared. They knew their adventures were far from over, but now they faced the future with hearts intertwined and love as their guide.

The kiss under the full moon had been a declaration, a promise of the love that had grown between Geralt and (Y/N). Their bond was unbreakable, and the forest itself seemed to celebrate their union, with the ancient trees whispering secrets of love and destiny.

Their journey continued, illuminated by the radiant energy of the Heartstone, guided by their unspoken love, and filled with the promise of adventures yet to come. Under the moon's tender gaze, they embarked on the next chapter of their lives, their hearts forever bound by the magic of their love.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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