THE MYSTIC WELL There were two very good friends who lived far from each other in a small village. Although they were best friends, they were as unalike as chalk and cheese. Tessa was helpful and generous, but Tina was unhelpful and tight-fisted in everything, including favours. It was evident that the friendship held due to Tessa’s attitude. She was so helpful and eager to share that she never noticed that Tina was the opposite until one day. Both girls had stepped into the wild garden of an abandoned manor to play as they always did. As they picked wild berries for their playful cooking, both noticed an old woman passing by with a heavy load on her head. The old woman struggled and suddenly stumbled, and Tessa rushed to help her so that she would not fall. Grateful, the old woman thanked Tessa and asked for a drink from a well at the far end of the wild garden. Both girls never knew there was a well further in the garden and Tina tried to dissuade her friend from venturing into the wild tangle of crawling weeds. But Tessa ignored her and forged into the wild garden till she found a collapsed well with an old fetching pail leaning beside it. She picked it up and let it into the old well, but when she brought it back out, it was not water that she found! Running back to the old woman, she showed her what she had fetched instead of water. In the old fetching pail shone crystals and jewels of different shapes and sizes. It definitely belonged to royalty, and royalty would pay a fortune to acquire it! The old woman smiled kindly at helpful Tessa and told her to keep it as a thank-you for helping her. ©️ Racheal Sam. #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #writer #fypviralシ #explorepage #entertainment #shortstories

Chapter 5: The Great Purge As the war dragged on, the pure souls realized that they could not win through strength alone. They needed a new strategy, one that would strike at the heart of the darkness. And so, they devised a plan—a great purge that would cleanse the land of the Dark Souls once and for all. It was a desperate and brutal decision. Every adult and child discovered to bear the dark runes was executed without mercy. The pure souls knew that this would mean the deaths of many innocent people, but they believed it was the only way to save the world. The purge was swift and merciless. The Dark Souls were hunted down and destroyed, their runes shattered and their bodies burned. Many fled into hiding, while others escaped into exile, vowing to return one day and exact their revenge. ©️Racheal Sam. #fantasy #epic #shortstories #literature #entertainment #trending #viral

Chapter 4: The War of Light and Shadow. For decades, the world was consumed by war. The pure souls, those who still bore the angels’ runes, fought valiantly against the Dark Souls. They were outnumbered and outmatched, but they refused to give up. They knew that the fate of the world depended on their courage and resolve. The battles were fierce and unrelenting. The skies were filled with fire and lightning as runes clashed against runes. The earth trembled under the weight of the conflict, and the rivers ran red with blood. The pure souls fought not just for themselves, but for the future of their children, for the hope that one day the world would be free of darkness. But the Dark Souls were relentless. They had no fear of death, no compassion for their enemies. They fought with a savage fury, driven by their hatred and their desire for revenge. ©️ Racheal Sam. #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #trendingreels #explorepage #entertainment #shortstories #trendingnow #fantasy #AdventureAwaits #epic

Chapter 3: The Transformation In the shadows, the Dark Souls underwent a horrifying transformation. Their humanity withered away, replaced by something far more sinister. They became demons themselves, creatures of smoke and flame, with the ability to wear their human forms like masks. But beneath the surface, they were monsters, driven by a hunger for power and destruction. The Dark Souls spread across the land like a plague. They razed villages to the ground, enslaved entire populations, and sowed fear wherever they went. Their runes gave them strength beyond measure, and their numbers grew as more and more people fell under their influence. The world was plunged into darkness. The once-thriving communities built by the pure souls were reduced to ashes, and the land itself seemed to wither under the weight of the demons’ corruption. The angels wept for their beloved children, but they could not intervene directly. The runes had been a gift, and it was up to humanity to decide how to use them. ©️Racheal Sam. #trendingnow #explorepage #trendingreels #fantasy #shortstories #entertainment #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam

Chapter 1: The Gift of the Runes The arrival of the angels was not with thunder or fire, but with a soft, golden light that bathed the land. They came bearing gifts—magical markings etched into stone, bone, and wood. These were the runes, symbols of power and wisdom, each one imbued with the essence of creation itself. The runes were not mere tools; they were a language, a connection between the mortal and the divine. With them, humanity could shape the world around them. They could call forth water from dry earth, summon winds to fill their sails, and heal wounds with a touch. The runes were a blessing, a way for the angels to share their love and guidance with the people they cherished. For generations, the runes were passed down through bloodlines, from parent to child, a sacred inheritance. Those who bore the runes were revered as guardians, healers, and leaders. They used their gifts to build thriving communities, to nurture the land, and to protect their people from harm. But not all was as it seemed. ©️Racheal Sam. #shortstories #viralposts #fictionbooks #fictionwriter #fantasy #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #entertainment #literature

The Rise and Fall of Runes: A Tale of Angels, Demons, and War Prologue: The Age of Beginnings. Long before the rise of kingdoms, before the first cities were carved into stone, there was an age when the world was young and untamed. It was a time when the skies were filled with the songs of angels, and the earth was a canvas waiting to be painted. Our ancestors called it the Age of Beginnings, a time when the divine and the mortal walked side by side. The angels, beings of pure light and boundless wisdom, gazed upon the world from their celestial realms. They marveled at the beauty of the land, the rivers that flowed like silver threads, and the forests that whispered secrets to the wind. But it was the people—the sons and daughters of men—who captured their hearts. Humble yet curious, fragile yet resilient, humanity was a spark of potential in a vast, untamed world. And so, the angels descended... ©️Racheal Sam #shortstories #fantasy #fictionwriter #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #fictionstories #fiction #literature #viralstory #entertainment

Once upon a time in a small village, lived a teenager named Lara. But her existence was a tale of sorrow and hardship, for she had been torn from her mother's embrace at a tender age, and condemned to a life of servitude under the roof of her cruel uncle and his harsh wife. Each day dawned with a heavy burden upon Lara’s frail shoulders, her hands calloused from endless toil and her stomach hollow with hunger. Her clothes, mere rags stitched together with threads of despair, bore witness to the cruelty that had seeped into every crevice of her being. One fateful morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and crimson, Lara was tasked with a journey to a distant stream to fetch water, while her lazy and spoilt cousin, Elea slept luxuriously. With weary steps, she trudged along the winding path, her heart heavy with the weight of her burdens. But fate had other plans in store for Lara that day, for as she reached the banks of the stream, she stumbled upon an old woman, her frail form bent with age and weariness. Moved by compassion, Lara offered her assistance, her heart a beacon of light in the darkness that shrouded them both. Together, they made their way to the old woman's humble abode, where gratitude blossomed like a fragile flower in the desert. In return for Lara’s kindness, the old woman bestowed upon her a gift beyond measure: a magic flute, whispered to grant any wish its bearer desired. To be continued... ©️Racheal Sam. #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #viralreels #entertainment #shortstories #fantasy #fictionstories

🔥THE RISE AND FALL OF RUNES🔥 A TALE OF ANGELS, DEMONS AND WAR In the days of our ancestors, runes ruled the world. They were said to be magical markings that had been brought to our people by angels millennia ago. These angels loved what they’d seen from the skies and descended to bestow gifts upon our fathers. Gifts that would be passed down by blood from generation to generation. These gifts were a great blessing to the sons of men, allowing them the ability to bend nature to their will for the greater good of the people. But among the angels, were demons, said to have changed form and arrived among the celestial host to also bestow upon men strange gifts; The ability to lay waste and cause total devastation. Their gifts were wild and uncontrollable, eating deep into the souls of men, replacing purity with darkness. The dark souls, as the bearers of these dark runes were called, became almost invincible, refusing to concentrate in the world of man, choosing rather the realms of darkness where they eventually transformed into demons with the ability to keep wearing their human forms, till it was destroyed. They spread like wildfire all through the land causing evil to reign supreme due to their wicked ways. When the pure souls could stand them no longer, a war broke out that lasted for decades. The dark souls devastated and ravaged for a time, but the pure souls fought back just as fiercely, and soon, the great purge began. Every adult or child discovered to possess the demon runes were executed immediately, causing many dark souls to run into hiding while others fled in exile. The land was eventually cleansed of darkness and the people lived peacefully once again. But many had been displaced and rendered exiles in foreign lands. Embittered and filled with hate, the dark souls scattered abroad bided their time, a promise of return and revenge stamped in the tablets of their hearts. ©️ Racheal Sam #viralreels #entertainment #shortstories #fantasy #fictionstories #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam