Repent: A Holiday Contemporary Fantasy Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

A Trapped Wizard. Evil Extremists. A Dark Holiday Tale In The Making.

Repent for tomorrow you die.

Wizard Novice Garry Mitchel finds himself trapped. He needs magic to live. Garry knows his enemy kills magic folk.

A lot more than Garry realises depends on him escaping.

If you enjoy dark twisted, enthralling fantasy short stories keeping you reading late into the night. You will love this story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Oct 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215405505

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

REPENT

Repent For Tomorrow You Die,

That is exactly what Wizard Novice Garry Mitchel heard three times an hour as he sat alone chained to his metal chair in his freezing cold interrogation room with its metal black walls, single candle that dripped wax onto the ground as it badly illumined the room and the large metal door just stared at him.

It might have been nearing Christmas, or maybe it was new year, for so many people but Garry would be honestly surprised if he even made it to New year.

When him and his friends had been attacked, Garry tried to fight back. He tried to unleash torrents of flame from his hands, he tried to teleport away, he tried to do anything.

But he couldn’t.

Garry hated the disgusting smell of cigar smoke that filtered through the metal door. It was the exact horrific smell that filled his leader’s house before the monstrous men attacked. And it still left the same horrible taste of his friends’ blood on his tongue as it did during the attack.

Garry just wanted to be with