Heart of The Flesheater: A Fireheart Dark Fantasy Horror Short Story: The Fireheart Fantasy Series, #0.5

By Connor Whiteley

Everything begins, even Flesheaters.

Cetus smells burning sage and onion. He looks at the stone room. Cetus feels tight ropes rip into him.

Can Cetus escape and discover the truth? Or will Cetus lose his mind forever?

If you love enthralling, gripping, twisted dark fantasy short stories, you will LOVE this great story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201434403

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

HEART OF the FLESHEATER

Cetus' eyes rapidly blinked as he attempted to readjust to the light.

After a few moments of constant blinking, his eyes opened. Cetus looked straight up. His eyes narrowing at the strange sight of the solid grey rock ceiling. It looked well aged and rough. Nothing pleasant in the slightest.

The unpleasantness was only added to by the odd smell of burning sage and onion that filled the air. But at least it made the taste of delicious stuffing form in his mouth.

He tried to move but immense pain tore at his wrists and ankles. Cetus paused trying to lift his head up to look at his ankles. He couldn't see them but his eyes widened as he saw the rough damaged bricks that made up the small room he was in. Where was