Sapient Wolf

Foulfreak

King Réncí grew weary as the day dimmed into nightfall. His war tent was a sturdy structure, imposing from the outside with its royal standard, a banner of rich crimson and gold emblazoned with the emblem of the High King. The air inside the spacious tent carried the mixed scents of leather, metal, and oil, with a faint fruity hint. It wasn’t obvious from the way he lay on his ornate couch, but he was an imposing figure. He had placed his armor upon a small table of polished oak. The flickering candlelight from the candelabras reflected off his armor’s elaborate, spiraling designs. ...

Spirit Wolf

Chapter: The Link Between Worlds Dark shadows frowned from the walls, encircling Tessy. The scentless figures were phantoms dancing about in the fading light. A pressing silence loomed over her. She was aware of the life present all around, the world she once knew of popping colors, sparkling scents, of warmth. It was she who was slipping to the below that was so silent and still its soul was a shade even deeper than sorrow. For sixteen years she’d been around, the winds of time had finally dried her vitality. Yet she felt blessed, for dogs didn’t usually live this long. Her senses ...

IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

The three of them peered over the destroyed humps of rubbles. In the distance, Bayfield base lay like a resting giant. They were planning to poke it. Its red lights were like glowing eyes in the dark. “This mission is a top priority,” Colonel Fern said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Your instructions are simple. First, you infiltrate the base and locate our captured pilots without raising an alarm. After you’ve liberated our men, locate the hangar where our B-25s are being held. Use the liberated personnel to extract as many of those bombers as possible.” Major Adam and Sergeant Winfield nodd...

Spice and Space

Madison sat across from him with a question in her mind: do you judge a person by their best or their worst? It seemed to her that those who make that choice move forward with their life. But those who falter, hesitate, are ensnared in the illusion, some magic beyond the grasp of reason. It was not her intention to sigh, but one escaped, unbidden, and revealing. He noticed. His gaze sharpened, voice slicing through the silence. “What? Am I boring you?” Madison’s mind went blank, her eyes darting away as she searched for a response. She reached for her napkin, fingers twisting the fabric a...

A Perfect Mask

Detective Heather Brown awoke with a scream. Her chest heaved as if she’d sprinted a mile. She was deeply unsettled having come out of a nightmare. She’d seen her late husband and daughter. Their faces were smeared with fear and their screams still echoed in her apartment. Frowning deeply, she stared at the once-white curtains, now drawn, the sunlight struggling in through the neglect produced dusty gray. As her eyes shifted to the room, her mind focused, and noticed her phone on the bedside table, vibrating with persistence. She rubbed the side of her face, found it damp. She wiped it on ...

The Grizzly Man

Alicia trembled inside the tent. The partially ajar flap poured in a thin slice of firelight to illuminate her world. Her ears rang from the continuous shotgun blasts outside. When Ian’s gun began clicking, she knew he ran out of bullets. But whatever he was shooting at must have died. There was no way anything could stand up after taking that many shots from a shotgun. And Ian had the best accuracy she’d ever seen in Pilgrim. Then why was he still firing his empty gun? Couldn’t he hear it making that clicky noise? Just what was going on out there? Alicia thought she should go against his ...

The Beckoning Veil

The Beckoning Veil The memory of her father was a thirteen-year-old wound, still open, and still hurting. From the sleepy neighborhood of Sounds Edge in North Carolina to the spiraling chaos that was New York City, no one missed that man, no one counted the days he had been absent. No one but her. So many years have gone by, Amelia has edged closer to thirty. Yet in her heart, the place for her dad was always replaced by a void filled with loss. It was midnight. The sky of NYC wore deep and dark clouds that concealed the bruise of a moon. Amelia staggered into her apartment in a seedy...

A customer · 4.0 · October 2025

Client's Feedback (me:) Since this is my 2nd time using the platform and under his approach, you kindly gave me a lot of ideas how and when to approach certain projects and I really don't mind how long it takes us. (Took us almost 5 months) I'm still a learning guy (the master project/artist) and everyone should. and Every client's approach is different. If there's anything I'd like to say honestly he needs to improve on compared to my 1st urban writer's ghostwriting experience, it's punctuality...Cause on the date of April, there was that time I was worried when he wasn't responding on certain weeks that made me call the Urban Writer's desk and the rest from there, we went back on track. All in all, he's a good writer! I'm very impressed with his wordings for writing fiction. and for naming side characters....He got good taste! and for each chapter especially if a client (like myself) is only looking for only 5000 words per count per one chapter (?) He has great distribution skills! the same thing my 1st client did with great awesome results to complete every scenario! Just don't make clients hanging for too long even if we all have busy schedules ourselves (even people who commission you or whoever you worked with) and all freelancers aren't robots, so whatever the pressure there is in life, time and management is really gold for client' relations. Keep up the good work, Sapient Wolf! Will definitely commission with you in future projects! 4/5**Stars