Winter's Fantasy Short Story Collection: Fantasy Trilogy Books, #6

By Connor Whiteley

3 action packed, enthralling fantasy short stories in one great collection!

Emissary of Blood

A Diplomatic Mission. A Lust for Blood. A Cult to Kill them all.

I always serve my Empress. I love my country.

When a mission goes wrong, all seems lost. Can I survive and stop the threat? Or will I lose everything to the Bloody Hand?

If you love gripping, page turning fantasy short stories. You need to buy this book.

The Bloodied Rose

An old man. A dead body. A conspiracy to burn a country.

Alvis always serves his Empress. Regardless of the trouble he finds.

Discovering a dead body is normal for Alvis. Especially on a diplomatic mission for his Empress. Yet the Bloodied Rose on the body is weird.

Can Alvis unravel the conspiracy before war is declared and innocent people die?

If you love action-packed urban fantasy adventures. You will love this fantasy short story.

Sacrifice Of The Soul

A Hero Dead. An Impossible Choice. A Soul To Save or Damn.

As Empress my choices are never easy.

I grief for my friend as I watch his corpse. I touch his cold fragile features. Breathing in the old spices.

I know a demon army presses against my mind. I need a way to stop them. I need a sacrifice.

Can I make an impossible choice? Or do I let the demons in and kill thousands?

If you love tense page turning fantasy short stories, you will love this one!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Aug 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201382452

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

EMISSARY OF BLOOD

The last of my Guard slammed the immense black iron door behind us as we gracefully marched into the meeting chamber. 

I rolled my eyes in disgust. 

It was typical of the Emissary of Sanguis to be late. 

I suppose it gave me a chance to get the layout of the chamber in case I needed to escape. 

A small smile flashed on my face as I remembered the crazy situations I got myself into during my military service. 

Thankfully, I was rather adept at escape. 

With a flick of my smooth white-gloved hands, I ordered my Guard to stand firmly at the edges of the circular chamber. 

Their thick metal armoured boots echoed around the chamber as they stomped over to their position. 

Additionally, their pitch-black armour provided a chilling contrast against the blood-red walls with their stone carvings of life-size skulls of laughing horned humans. 

More chills ran down my spine. 

Stepping forward, my white armoured boots chipped the golden marble floor slightly. Whilst I made my way over to the giant black granite table in front. 

It looked beautiful and shiny, so I ran my long fingers across it. 

The cold smooth stone felt pleasant. 

Then I shot them back. 

Two of my fingers were sliced deep. 

Red blood flowing out from them. 

Then they healed. 

Looking at the table, I saw my blood was gone. 

My eyebrows rose. 

A part of me wanting to shout or find the nearest Sanguisian and get answers. Yet I am an Ambassador for the mighty nation of Insenguard. My Country could burn Sanguis with a single thought, but the Empress seemed interested in Sanguis. Therefore, I must do my duty. 

I wandered over to the far edge of the meeting chamber, clocking a rather beautiful diamond chandelier with gold flecks on the ceiling. 

When I got to the edge of the meeting chamber, I looked out a large crystal window. To see great caves ripped into the earth and mighty glowing veins of gold, bronze and diamonds. 

Presumably, before the Sanguisian ripped it out of the earth. 

Maybe this was the Empress' interest in Sanguis?

I coughed as I faintly smelt rotting flesh. 

My Guards walked towards me. 

Their mighty golden spears ready to strike. 

I waved them back. 

With a cough, I ready myself. 

Yet the smell of rotting flesh and blood still lingered. 

The iron door thundered open.

I spun around.

Reaching for a gun that was not there.

I forced my military instincts to die.

My Guard tensed.

Thick blue smoke rolled into the chamber.

Three figures stepped out.

My Guard were preparing to strike.

I waved my hand elegantly to stop them.

They snapped to attention.

Glaring at the three figures, I saw the two figures walking behind the third figure, where long slender white beings. Their skin ghostly white and their faces were cold, distant.

I tried to look them in the eye, but their eyes were glassy.

My eyes scanned their slim bodies to see only malnourished bones dressed in paper thin iron armour.

Although, a great coldness pulsed through me.

Some within Insenguard took it as a signal from the God Empress. I don’t know what I believe, but I trust in my Empress.

I needed to be careful.

Shifting my focus to the central figure walking towards me, I saw an extremely tall woman. Maybe three metres tall with a ten-inch waist that her night-black dress stuck tightly.

Her movements were angelic and measured.

The more I looked at her, the more my skin itched.

I almost felt as if beetles were crawling over me.

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