52 Beta Readers Needed! + Bonus Chapter (1/2)
Hey guys. It's been a few months since I mentioned it, but the edits are finally done and book 2 is ready for the final round of cutting and editing before publishing. With that said, I'm looking for some people who'd be willing to read it and give me criticism/review what they like about the novel.
Contact me on discord (Also included in authors note and comments) to become a beta reader :)
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Normally a place filled with birdsong and the sounds of the forest, the northern part of Stillwood Forest was silent, the wildlife hardly daring to breath as a dark shadow stalked past. Demonic Rabbits retreated into their burrows, Giant Spiders skittered up trees and hid in their webs, while the normally dominant Red-maned Wolves lay low, whimpering quietly as the beast passed by.
”Halt.”
With a grating sound, a harsh voice rang out, causing the beast to stop as it entered a small clearing. The clearing had clearly seen better days, as the traces of battle were still fresh, the scars of combat visible even to the untrained eye. Broken arrows were scattered across the forest floor, the moss and grass that normally covered the ground underfoot scattered and mangled from numerous footprints and gouges in the dirt. Scorchmarks and bloodstains could be seen throughout the clearing, although the largest concentration of both were at the far end where a collapsed pyre could be seen next to a prone black figure.
Dismounting from the enormous blood-red wolf that had borne him here, an enormous hobgoblin stalked over towards the collapsed figure. His grey skin bore the marks of many battles, and the enormous sabre at his side bespoke of his willingness to fight. Reaching the figure, the hobgoblin knelt down, observing the many wounds upon the corpse of an enormous black wolf. The burnt shafts of several arrows jutted from its chest and throat, and slash wounds could be seen everywhere on its paws and front, indicating that it had suffered dearly at the hands of its killers.
”The slash patterns… Scouts. They don't use fire magic though,” the hobgoblin muttered, his guttural voice piercing the quiet forest air. Rolling the enormous wolf over, he appeared to search for something within the remains. Finding something, he deposited it into a pouch at his belt. Finished with his task, he ran his fingers through the bristly fur of the wolf, closing its eyes with a gentleness that belied his appearance.
Eyeing the remains of the pyre dismissively, the hobgoblin sneered, his foot stamping down upon a blackened object in the center of the pyre. With a cracking sound, the burnt skull shattered, its brittle form no match for the hobgoblin's booted foot.
Returning to the blood-red wolf, the hobgoblin jumped on its back, directing it back the way they'd came as he brought a pale gemstone from his pouch. Making a quick sign in the air, the hobgoblin spoke. ”I've discovered Giram's worg.”