Fantasy

Narmanath
Woosh, woosh, woosh, the sound of flapping wings whispered into the cold and partly cloudy night. Moonlight that peeked through the clouds, reflected off of tears streaming down silver scales from piercing blue eyes. Narmanath, the Great Defender, was fleeing from his home in the Rising Rocks Mountains. His breaths were labored between sobs of grief, the sounds of the war cries of men, magical explosions, and dying dragons still rang in his mind. His chest ached and his stomach sank. How could they? After everything the good dragons of Tucaro had done for them, how could the people betray them so? The heat of rage filled his heart, the tears stopped and were replaced with fire, he took a sharp turn and began to soar towards the nearest village when he heard. “MAMA! MAMA!” Narmanath stopped and searched for the source of the cry.
By PJack4 years ago in Fiction
Jerreck's Tale
Prologue The old dragon barely ventured out anymore, ever since the day he knew his beloved Darcy was slain by the wizard known as Wiley. Yet, the day he noticed the young child near the waterfall, he knew she was lost; and in his heart, he felt the child would not be frightened of him, nor would she ever be a threat to his kind. Jerreck decided he should watch the girl closely for a while before deciding to make his presence known to her. She was barely 4 years old, and yet, she seemed so calm and wise. It wasn't until he caught her scent rising over the rushing waterfall she sat next to, that Jerreck's eyes dilated. This child not only carried the smell of the witch known as Marge, but he could smell dragon blood as well. She was too young to understand, but that didn't mean he couldn't help her. So Jerreck emerged from behind the cascading waterfall slowly. The child looked at him as if to say "what took you so long?" and smiled at him brightly. He felt this interaction in his heart. Jerreck was unsure what she was doing at the water's edge all by herself, but she seemed to know his curiosity and was determined to show him. She continued placing her hand a few inches above the water and slowly pulling it away, watching the surface of the water move like it wanted to follow her hand. When the child smiled at Jerreck every time she accomplished this, her eyes twinkling, his heart pulled intensely. He knew she didn't understand what was happening but was very curious and docile. He didn't want to allow her to continue but couldn't help but be proud of the severity in which she was concentrating at such a young age.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
Forests and Flames
Tarren knew she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. The forest that, during the daytime, held memories of playing with her friends in the patches of sunlight breaking through the canopy had quickly become frightening as the sun set and her clothes were thin enough that she had begun shivering in the brisk autumn air. In the darkness, she couldn’t see well enough to stop her tiny feet from tripping over the raised roots of the trees surrounding her.
By Andrea Lindsey4 years ago in Fiction
Four Fights For Freedom
A long time ago, deep in the caverns, there lived two dragons. Well, I have to admit. Not two dragons, it was more like five. Those other three dragons were the other two dragons' PARENTS. Sadly, the parents never wanted those other two dragons to marry each other. OH, did I just spoil it for you? Did you not know that the other two dragons were getting married? Oh well, let’s just fill your brain with the character's names and what they look like.
By Jessica Phoenix4 years ago in Fiction
The Mark of Ayra
The light from the rising sun flickered through the trees onto the iridescent scales of Sheirok, an elder dragon of the Thunder of Groenveld. He treaded stealthily following the cries of a creature in the center of the wood. A scent grazed his nostrils, sweet yet putrid, repulsive yet intriguing. He was surprised to find a small figure with alabaster skin. Its cheeks wet with tears, sitting near the base of a grandmother tree. It had been a long time since he had seen a human, even longer since he had seen a child.
By Tina Rodriguez4 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Magic
Rain started to fall, tingling my coal black scales, bringing a chill from the high altitude making me shiver. I grumble the fire in my belly coaxing it to life to bring me warmth as I fly with the bound horde. We are the last of the dragons. Only seven of us remain. Forcefully bound to Morat, a wizard of the worst sort. He killed his father, the high wizard, stealing his powers in the night and destroyed everyone on the wizard council absorbing their powers as well. He became the most powerful being in the land instantly taking rule of Deamaria a land once divided into three until the council and high wizard took over unionizing the lands.
By Shelbie G4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Gold
Carreen stared down from the cave entrance toward the smoke-filled village. Smoke enveloped the forest around her, making every rock and tree appear to her like a menacing monster. Somewhere below was the real monster, slithering through the town, searching for anything that glittered.
By R. J. Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
That Scent.
“That scent.” An amalgam of dirt, rust and flesh that would just hang in the air heavy like dew on grass. It was long past the blood moon, but they were here nonetheless.
By Zachary Keifer4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Scale
“Asthylious! Asthylious!” An unfamiliar and panicked voice broke through the silence of the forest. I looked up from my reverie to see a large dragon, the largest I had ever seen, enter through the opening into the clearing. She stood gloriously on the other side of the ocher ponds, her eyes fixed on the sleeping form of her lost child beside me. From head to tail, the dragon was covered in the brightest of red pigmented fur.
By Marie R-T4 years ago in Fiction
Of the Ages
In my vigil, the silence wraps around me like a blanket. Like a yoke. And it used to feel tighter, part of me remembers. I don’t know if I have grown into it, this burden, or if I am just used to it. There must be a difference, but I do not know what that is. I wish I could ask you, and I suppose that I could, but I don’t think that you know either.
By Elizabeth Mullins4 years ago in Fiction
Wanderling
The late autumn sunlight filtered weakly through the bare branches and the last leaves remaining on the Deep Wood trees. The past few days had been dry, and the fallen leaves and random forest debris crunched musically with every step Dangira took. A slight breeze carried the smells of dry leaves, slightly damp soil, rocks, and the distant smell of wood smoke. She took care to keep the movement of her tail to a minimum and breathed deeply while smiling up at the evening sky that was dusted with the colors of fire and night. With this breath, she caught a new scent. One she could not identify.
By Tanya Klein 4 years ago in Fiction
Wings
Sunlight sprinkles through newly grown leaves of the forest’s sturdy branches. Fresh new smells pierce the nostrils, as shimmering scales break through the leaf’s shadows. Reptilian talons crackling the earth’s surface breaking the silence of the serene mountain, as a frightened deer suddenly tangles between large triangular fangs. Membraned wings flap in excitement while lunch is secured. Glistening puddles on the earth’s floor reflect a magnificent and shiny creature. One that has been told in old folk lore for centuries. A dragon.
By Samantha Rowe4 years ago in Fiction