She was from the royal house, he was a simple, ordinary peasant. He loved her, she loved him too but knew that she can't marry him and their love is forbidden.
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Some stories don’t want to be saved.
They claw from your chest, inked in blood, begging to be told.

🩸 Nightmare Narratives wants your horror or dark fantasy.
The best will rise again in our 2026 anthology.

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💬 What horror trope would you love to turn upside down?

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This is not just another audiobook.
And you’ll probably scroll right past it. Most do.
But if something in you pauses—if you’re still reading—
then maybe you’re meant to hear this.

A god undone.
A mortal unshaken.
A story no one was ever supposed to remember.

The Story of Loki and the Ranger.
I dare you to listen to the end.

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https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLec4FWgLK9qu0Six_okACr4bk9qvY-_Bg

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7. Deine Hauptfigur macht Urlaub auf einer abgelegenen Insel. 3 Gegenstände, die sie auf jeden Fall mitnimmt.

Edward macht keinen Urlaub und nimmt auch nichts mit außer sich selbst. ;)

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Editorial Medusa lança 4 editais para antologias de contos de terror:

Cidade das travessuras 2 e Creepy Pasta, até 30/09/2025

Krampus, até 31/10/2025 e

Goétia, A Ascensão do Deus Pagão, até 30/11/2025.

Detalhes de cada edital em:

https://www.consultoriamedusa.com/novos-editais

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LB: WTF new Black Company book‽ GIMME. GIMME NOW.

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6. Ein Blick auf die Speisekarte: Beschreibe eines deiner Bücher so, dass es eine leckere Speise wäre.

Mein Debütroman "Edward Corby - Erwachen" wären überbackene Chicken Wings in spicy Chilisauce mit Knoblauch-Kartoffelspalten dazu. Ein Fest für die Sinne. 🤗

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Beware the Ills: Part Eight

Their faces have larger eyes than men, but similar colors and centers. They have little hair, and their nose and teeth are exaggerated and shriveled. They wear worn and rusty armor that looks more brown than silver. The armor hangs tattered and ripped from rubbing against the mountain walls. They always look random and bedraggled, no matter if we’ve just ambushed them or watched them from afar.

Watching them move around feels exhausting, they’re clumsy and loud. If they had a hint of a mind behind their movements, then, they might be dangerous.

There are millions of them in these mountains. We’ve been killing them for as long as I can remember. It has never changed. I don’t know how many trembles in front of us, but there are all shapes and sizes. They’re crying and wailing for help in chattering hisses. The cries are loud and irritating. They echo across the valley and into the trees. I’m sure they’ll be heard, but it’ll be too late at that point.

Blue drools for them. It freezes on the long hair beneath his chin into strange hairy icicles. I laugh at them. When Blue kills them, he rips off their arms at the shoulders and squeezes the blood out of their body. Eventually, they’ll be dry and twisted like crusts of old bread. Blue also likes to crush them between his paws, until they’re unrecognizable bloody green pieces of pulp. By the time he’s done, they’ll look like old green pieces of mud all twisted and misplaced.

The Ill’s hissing and crying suddenly stops, and they rush us in a stampede of desperate, rattling metal.

Blue swings back and forth at them as they rush. Each finger looks close to half the size of their torso. They look like little children in comparison to them, it’s wonderfully obscene. Blue slashes wildly. They scream and jab their black spears and swords in between swipes and rips. No effect, his hide deflects any of the rusty stabs landing on him. Blue leisurely collapses on them. Blue grabs the first Ill and crushes it beneath one of his massive feet. It pops and cracks against the grey stone, while black blood leaks out in steamy dark streaks. Blue crushes the Ill almost flat. He needs proper balance right now.

You always need proper balance in combat.

More arrows fly now from the back of the trapped line of monsters. Blue raises his arms again to shield his face. He brushes them aside in mid-air in clattering swipes. Two Ills break from the motley pack and stab at his arm pits where his iron-hide is weaker. They jab and stab while screaming. Blue lifts the corpse beneath his left foot, which is more like another hand, and throws it into the two charging Ills. The thud of meat-on-meat echoes and they fall dead from the impact. Blue grabs one of their still bodies and wildly charges deeper into the swarm.

The bloodlust has gotten him, he is going to be out of control.

Sometimes, he’ll go into these rages where he can’t control himself. His jaws become white along with his gums. The Ills, surprisingly, knew he would fall into this bloodlust. They immediately coordinate their assault. They fire arrows at his head and stab at him from below.

It’s a little disheartening to see Blue so unorganized amid his unchecked rage.

I run towards the cliff wall behind the melee. I jump onto the wall and bounce into the air. A few arrows rattle behind me as they strike the rock. Nice try. I’m very quick. I’m jumping high enough for the wind curving off the mountains to catch my cloak and whip it wildly. I feel like I’m not a part of anything when I jump, not a single thing. I look below to the rock. I find my feet and judge the width. My sword’s out before I even hit the ground. When my feet hit, I cleave two Ills in half at the waist. Blood funnels out in black geysers from the empty gashes above their waists. It smells like vinegar in the cold air.

I’m literally surrounded by Ills.

I contort my body, stick out my sword blade, and swing in full circle. They scream high and low in their throats, a visceral mixture of gurgling howls and splitting muscle. The spraying blood drowns out the whistling wind. It’s nice. I open my eyes to a dark black circle of severed body parts and sliced armor. I walk closer to the mountain side. I isolate one Ill and swing at it with my long sword. The Ill manages to parry and lock my attack with its rusty scimitar. I grab my antique blade with my left hand and pull it close. I smile and slide the back of his blade against his throat diagonally in a deep gash. The Ill’s quite beastly; it’s been bred in the belly of the mountains for the sole purpose to kill me. Another large Ill, with a scarred green face and spiked armor, charges me in a frustrated roar. I trip the Ill with my left foot as he clumsily swings a large black axe. The Ill falls forward surprised. I rip his round black throat out with my left hand as he falls. I casually throw the black oily ball at the small cluster of remaining Ills. They cry at the sight of the big Ill limp on the ground.

I smile, this is fun.

I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it. 

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