Lizzy Rose
Bio
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
Stories (73/0)
The Last Mage
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. On the night of a total solar eclipse was a child born to the pride and joy of the kingdom Ruidia. Thirteen years before this, during a total lunar eclipse that child’s elder brother, Crown Prince Wren, became the sorcerer that drowned the world in shadows. The Dark Prince, the Umbral Mage, did he become known as, and with the revealed power to bend darkness to his will did he steal the shadow cast onto Earth by the eclipsed moon and spread it across the globe like a plague. He then disappeared into the worldwide and eternal night, leaving behind a sister who knew of her brother only by word-of-tongue and the legacy he left behind. Each night as she grew, she watched from the window of the empty, quiet room which no occupant of the palace dared open save for her.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
Spirit's Found
There had always been dragons in the valley… …at least, until the reign of Reginald Gunvald. The mighty dragons of the ancient land of Alicae were the guardians of the Calicor- the Heart of the Heavens. Not only did the heart protect the dragons and guard their territory, but its power served as a beacon for the dragons, giving each a piece of its power that allowed their spirits to become one.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
Spirit's Rising
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley of Drin’Divol once held great promise, on the rise to be the most powerful of the Terrelier nations. Its people thrived under the hand of Lord Rholin Gunvald. The warlord left a trail of fearful whispers in his wake, equated to the striking power of lightning and the thunder’s ferocity. Despite this, he charmed ally and enemy alike with a smooth elegance akin to gentle rains.
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Candle
Hi Mom, I spent so many years stuck. The bedroom ceiling and the darkness of night knows everything I want to say to you, but this paper never will. There’s far too much, and I don’t have the words to translate it all. Quite a profound feeling, me not having the words to say. Few can truly bring me to such a silence.
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Confessions