rubymoon
Stories 7
Chapters 122
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Amanda recounted the tale with relish, as if she’d been waiting for this moment. The more she enjoyed herself, the darker Killian’s expression became. Pale, he rubbed his face and muttered, “Ha… Amanda, please stop…” But his pleas fell on deaf ears. “He spent two whole days hunched over that maple sap, worrying whether it would burn, or if he’d doze off. And finally, he’s made the maple syrup. And wait! Vanessa, this isn’t the end of the story. Why didn’t you mention the other…- 139.2 K • Ongoing
After my hesitant reply earlier, things were still awkward between Killian and me. I fidgeted with the ends of my hair, feeling the awkwardness acutely. He seemed to feel it too, fiddling with a container he held in his hands. Finally, I broke the silence. “Killian, it’s been a while. Well, we were just in the same room, but it feels like it’s been ages. Haha…” He remained silent, head bowed. I forced a smile and shifted my gaze to the container in his hands. “What’s that,…- 139.2 K • Ongoing
The words she'd swallowed a hundred times finally erupted in a harsh voice. It was a bombshell declaration that could not only derail the player's struggle but also shake the very foundations of the Estrea Empire. But Daphnela knew her voice held no power, not even the force of a small spark. Soon, a system window with a yellow border appeared, accompanied by a sharp warning tone for violating the rules. Daphnela’s words, unheard by Roxand, dissipated into the air. Every word, every…- 81.5 K • Ongoing
- “You must have missed out on a lot growing up. Things like going to the opera with your family, outings to the countryside, birthday celebrations…” “I never thought about it. There was no reason to.” “Well, then you can start thinking about it now. It might be difficult right now, but who knows? Maybe someday you’ll be able to experience those things.” “You’re very relaxed, Roxand.” Was he suggesting she daydream about sweet tortes and waste her time with such frivolities…
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The dining hall, while not opulent, possessed a certain antique charm. Every piece, from the tables and chairs to the tapestries adorning the walls and even the candlesticks, bore the mark of time. Yet, the care with which the staff maintained them was evident; each item gleamed with a polish that, while perhaps not rivaling the displays of the capital's nobility, spoke of devoted attention. I observed the steward, who kept casting glances our way, and realized the effort he'd put into this…- 95.6 K • Ongoing
- The mine was to be closed, they said. The entrance had collapsed, making it inaccessible, and there was nothing to be done. Was that so? Being on relatively high ground, I'd thought it might have been spared the worst of the damage down below, but apparently not. With the mine's closure, the miners' planned relocation was expedited. The children who accompanied them would also be leaving. Some were returning to their hometowns, while others would stay at the Baron's castle for the time being. The castle…
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- “I’m not sure.” His tone was decidedly official. He didn’t seem to know himself. Pressing further would probably yield nothing but ominous pronouncements like Verda’s. I leaned back against the seat and yawned. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you when we arrive.” “Hmm.” My noncommittal response made him raise an eyebrow. I ignored it, half-reclined, and looked at him. “I was wondering when you’d return to normal.” “Pardon?” “Well, this is technically the first time…
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- “A few more have regained consciousness while you were recovering. The ringleader, however, shows no sign of waking.” “I trust you’ve gleaned some useful information from these men?” Ruth nodded and led us deeper inside. The impassive guard at the door stepped aside as soon as he saw Ruth. Creak. The door opened with a chilling groan, revealing a man slumped over a worn table. “Ugh… Uhh…” The man looked up, his face contorted in a mixture of terror and nausea. His eyes…
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- “Yes, ma’am.” Dora sometimes treated her like one of her own children. Figuring it meant she felt comfortable around her, Vanessa obediently complied. The new wool cardigan and sweater Dora had knitted were wonderfully warm and soft. Vanessa sniffed the cardigan. It smelled of a warm fireplace and Dora's comforting scent. Thump, thump. “Ah, the kids must be here!” She opened the fortress gate with the pulley. Thump. The heavy door swung open, revealing the family of sheep beasts…
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A scream tore from my throat. Startled by my own cry, I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth. My other hand, as if with a mind of its own, pointed towards the headless bodies. My fingers trembled pathetically. “Liz.” I heard Lyxion Luhanes approaching again, drawn by my scream. I dropped my head, then abruptly lifted it, glaring at him with all the resentment I could muster. “You did kill them!” My words, laced with frustration and anger, caused his blue eyes to widen in surprise. I…- 95.3 K • Ongoing
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