Fantasy
The Penultimate
Foalan went with the northern wind, his great silver eyes shutting as the canopy of firs and pines rustled. His last breath would be carried on the breeze, to tell the story or his long life to whomever might listen for it. Good. Thought Saorla, resting a gentle claw against his scaled cheek. The wind will take him home to to mountains. Home to the ghosts that stand watch at the Blue Flame Keep.
By Gillian Pegg4 years ago in Fiction
The War of Aeternum Nivis
Thundering roars and cries of bloodshed echoed against the snow-covered mountains of Aeternum Nivis. For years, the frost dragons of Nix Alis and the humans of Nix Venae feuded through snow and storm. The Nix Alis were returning from their latest retaliation to a Nix Venae raid of the Northern mountainside. Their azure scales with streams of silver sparkled brightly as they flew under the moon’s glow. Their massive, opal wings ached, and their throats were scratchy. It would take some time for their frost breath to recover before the next ambush.
By Victoria Turnbull4 years ago in Fiction
Promises
Promise you'll keep quiet. She promised as the dry wind took the tears from her face. Promise you'll stay right there. She promised as they gave her something wrapped in shimmering blue cloth. It was almost too big for her tiny hands to carry, but lighter than air.
By Ulysses Tuggy4 years ago in Fiction
Soft Claws
Nefagar stared at the small creature before him, babbling and cooing on its back as it lay on the forest floor. Its skin was so soft and pink, with such weak little limbs flailing in the air and a bit of drool dribbling down from its tiny mouth. In comparison to his own immense, majestic form, the thing was truly and utterly pathetic. No claws, no scales, no wings, no tail, and certainly no fangs in that gummy orifice it was wailing from. Nefagar sneered at such disgusting weakness as he got a whiff of its scent and knew for certain what this puny gremlin was: a human. Even when hunting outside of human encampments, in the depths of untamed wilderness, he still had to deal with the little menaces. Their kind truly seemed to infest this world in abundance over the last several thousand years, claiming ownership to territories populated by dragons long before the apes began making tools and shedding their fur. This one, however, seemed to be one of their offspring, a mewling babe left on its own.
By Pierpont Buck4 years ago in Fiction
Letters of Exigence
Dear Mr. Paolini and Panel Judges, You ask what comes next, but why not ask who or what started it? Way to incite bias. My side of the story is due part in your vocal media contest. That’s why I’m entering. I’ve made clear the conflict and exhibited characters on various other platforms, but I can’t share any of that here because I am tasked–once again–to write about fucking dragons. It was even suggested I outline plot. Fine, here you are:
By No Real Balance4 years ago in Fiction
Between a rock, a gem, and a hard place
FIRE ON GREY STREET WITH INFANT CASUALTY - POLICE SUSPECT FOUL PLAY The electric billboard displaying the ominous headline faced a lush recreational park in the richest neighbourhood of Agraria City. Skyscrapers towered over the trees like crystal gems shining in the sun. In the park, a group of children pointed to the sky with animated cries of joy. At exactly thirty feet above the dark grass, flew a slender grey dragon. This young dragon was called Grrk, and he was in for the adventure of a lifetime - he just didn’t know it yet.
By Marjaana Lahti4 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Degree Burns.
Before I tell you the details of our plan.. I’ll tell you our “villein” origin story. My sisters & I are an anomaly, if you wana call it that. We all carry active dragon genes. Which SHOULD be impossible (the government says). The norm is one active gene dragon per woman. That’s how it’s been for..for-ever. My sisters and I are all active dragons. Not just one kind of dragon but each one of us has our own clan, our own colors, and our own powers. There’s Red Dragons( Me),the Green/Emerald dragons(Casey) have powers like acid breath & toxic talons, the Gold Clan(Derrey) controls and manipulats electricity, Blue Dragons(Ash) have the gift of cloneing, Purple(Faye) can use absorption and fusion,Black or white dragons (Britt), can read minds & control illusions. I don’t know what caused this to happen but the breeders were sure it was our mom. She Herself, a dormant dragon, should never have been capable of making us. Let alone 6 different clan dragons. They took her from us. As soon as my youngest sister Casey, opened her emerald/green dragon eyes. She was no longer our mother. She belonged to the city. It was her duty to make more dragons. I guess our mom knew what was to come. She didn’t fight or plea. She looked at all of us one last time and said “stay together”. Which was easy for a while. They let us stay together since “none of us were of age.” So Since we couldn’t use our powers or make more dragons we were considered useless and not a threat.
By Tasjanah Anderson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Fable of The Dragon Prince
Fire fumed through the trees, withering them away with its heat. Ash rained from the sky, settling on an infant boy. His cries echoed through the forest. The crashing of footsteps as a large silhouette approached the child. With every cry, it drew closer, until it was face to face with the smut-covered baby. If it weren’t for the illumination of the flames, the creature would have blended into the night. The dragon's mouth simmered; sparks danced through its teeth as it examined the child. The youngsters cries quickly turned to giggles, amused by the dancing sparks. Imitating the dragon, the baby’s teeth too began to spark. Small flames made their way through the gaps of what little teeth the infant had. Curious still, the boy reached out and touched the dragon. In an instant, the dragon recoiled, roaring in pain.
By Nick Forbes4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons Companion
Small feet toddled along the forest floor, disturbing the leaf litter and the serenity of the forest. A mass of dirty blonde curls bounced atop the head of a small child, no more than a year old as she tried to catch up with a butterfly. It was floating just out of the child’s reach, each flutter of its wings taking it further still from the little one trying so hard to keep up with it. The woods grew deeper and the butterfly disappeared into the tops of the trees leaving the toddler bewildered staring at the sky. From behind the baby came a whisper of wings, and then a large crash as four massive feet hit the ground. The little girl was astonished, her full face splitting into a grin and curious hands reaching out toward the massive creature.
By Savannah Aichem4 years ago in Fiction
