Flora Nickels
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Flame Touched
The dragon watched as a little girl emerged from the bushes. It had been many centuries since he’d been welcome in a settlement, but he'd spent enough time around humans, to guess her age was around two or three. He wondered where her parents might be, to let a child so young wander off on her own. At two years of age, a dragon was already hunting for its own meals. But human children were different; slower, and weaker and lacking the cunning that made their elders so formidable.
By Flora Nickelsabout a year ago in Fiction
Monsters
Moonlight rippled lazily across the emerald scaled sea in the clearing’s centre. The beast’s wings were scrunched up and contorted, as he tried to fit them into the narrow gap between the trees. At full span, they were twice the size of his body and strong enough to carry him effortlessly on the sluggish springtime breeze.
By Flora Nickelsabout a year ago in Fiction
Berserker
They came in the night and stole them from their beds. Swords were pressed against their throats. Hands covered their mouths, to suppress their screams. Shackles were clamped around their wrists. Wide-eyed and frightened, women and children were forced from their homes and shoved into wagons. Barred and locked - there would be no escape.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Horror
Ice and Stone
The mountain will turn your tears to ice and your heart to stone. This was our mantra, our promise, and our prayer. The Temple of Assassins had trained Lina well - she was ruthless and efficient. A master of swords. And she could easily sneak through the shadows, without being seen or heard. In all ways but one they had succeeded in making the perfect assassin. But Lina had never been able to master the cold, unfeeling nature of her sisters. She couldn’t help it - she delighted in each kill.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2022
Here there be DragonsTop Story - September 2022
The promise of 'here there be dragons' had lured James to the sea. His plan was to sail to the edges of the ocean, find and train a dragon and take it as his steed. Of course, the minute he, only fourteen at the time, had told the crew on board, he’d damn near been laughed off the ship.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction