Fantasy

The Prophecy
“It can see me.” “Don’t be ridiculous… no one sees us. That’s the point of camouflage.” The red dragon slowly turned its long jewel-colored neck to eye the black dragon flying next to her. Her nostrils flared, and she huffed a short quick breath through her nose. Smoke rings rushed forth and circled above her head for a moment before vanishing. Her ruby eyes narrowed, and she clenched her teeth, “I am acutely aware of how camouflage works. Do not patronize me!” she growled lowly through her dagger-like teeth with an emphasis on “not.” She turned her gaze back to the colorful earth below and watched for a moment longer before adding, “I know what I see, and it sees me,” her tone only slightly less menacing.
By Tamara McNeill4 years ago in Fiction
Brother Dragon
“Children, it’s time I told you a story.” Ameillia stretched her scaly neck, bringing her two boys close to her with the swipe of her tail. One was Jauve, her own scales and blood; the other was Matu, a human child she had rescued some years ago. Both boys had recently turned six.
By Maika Rothfuss4 years ago in Fiction
Confluence
A child. The Great Phoenix Oracle gave him a weak savior. How peculiar. How ridiculous that Cura, an ancient dragon god, would be brought to the knees of a clutch for a cure. The curse had a small effect at first, the strength of his fire waned for a few moments. He thought himself a god, a few moments of a curse affecting his flame was nothing. Until, the curse grew heavier and took his fire from him. The breaths he took were heavy and laborious. As days ticked by Cura had to acknowledge the weight of this curse. He thought the curse was but a complication. He was proud and believed himself strong. Soon Cura found himself weakened even further. His sight left him. The vision, which was revered even amongst dragonkind, was gone. Cura was like a blind bat pup. Even though it had slowly taken his strengths, Cura refused to acknowledge his weakness.
By Dany Jean-Pierre4 years ago in Fiction
Embracing the Creature Within
The usual sounds of the forest were absent, even though the footsteps of those running made less sound than would reasonably be expected. Neely broke into a barren piece of ground, that served as a clearing, albeit an eerie one with a gloomy feel. Much darker than should be expected at this time of day with this amount of space.
By KC4 years ago in Fiction
Wellspring
Kaida: Bahaha! Look at the expression that froze onto this one's stupid face! Her sisters soared over the scene, looking down at what was left of the dozen or so orcs now frozen to the Forest floor. Satisfied none had gotten away, they landed for a closer look.
By Sarah Rosanna Busch4 years ago in Fiction
Iphigenia
The first rays of sun illuminate the woods around the clearing, shrinking the pools of shadows that had covered the tribe’s hunters. Nelaust looks around, adjusting his eyes to see dozens of men crouched beneath the trees and in the brush. Light filters down through the trees and more appear, their nocturnal hiding spots exposed by the sun. The clearing is surrounded, dozens of spear points glinting in the sun as each group moves into their position.
By Ben Jericho4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Mountain
Piercing cries cut through the blanket of silence as the dragon crept through the darkened forest. A light snow had begun to fall in peaceful drifts, bringing with it the first smells of winter; hearth fires and damp wood. For a few moments, the forest grew silent, and the dragon stopped to listen, then, another faint, needy shriek. Further into the forest it went. Night had begun to fall early that day, and cold had swept through the trees, frosting over the leaves and branches, hardening the water to which they desperately clung. It had been a few hours since the beginning of the fall, but already the night had settled in the sky, millions of stars burning in the distance, the scattered embers of a dying fire.
By Alex Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
The Test of Aeralius
Prologue The damp walls of the mine loomed around Aeralius. A small beam of light was coming through a shaft in the ceiling. It was just enough light to see by, but Aeralius was used to it. The toddler had lived in the mine as long as he remembered. His mother was talking to another woman, but Aeralius was not listening to her words.
By Alex van Leijden4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Dragon and the Found Child
Crying. It was an unnatural sound in those woods. Birds, insects and leaves shaking in the wind were constant. Huffing of animals or padded feet on grass were next. However, this was a different sound. Something that belonged in the human settlements.
By Sol O'Hanlon4 years ago in Fiction
A Cycle of Lies
Sam felt cold, wet and miserable. It felt like they had been watching the herd all his life, just waiting for something exciting to happen as the rainfall had steadily increased to a torrential downpour. Even though this was the first time he was seeing a full herd of Barasin Deer, complete with a huge buck adorned with a menacing set of antlers, Sam was struggling to muster any sense of enthusiasm.
By Will Hunt4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragonfly & The Ivy
Beith looked down at this small, fumbling disgrace of a humanoid being, disgust written in every black, writhing vine along her nature-made scales. She stood as still as the forest around her as she watched this creature that she despised, every part of her wanting to jump out and swallow the child whole. She wanted to hear her screams as she terrorized the squishy child, just to take the rage of the past war-ravaged years of what the two-legged creatures had done to her and her kind. She wanted to so much so that the foliage around her began to respond to her desires, but for whatever reason, she found something stopping her and soothing her rage, if only just for a moment.
By Alexandria Knight4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Wyvern
The screams from the village did not die until long into the early hours of the morning. The beg of each man, woman, and child consolidating into a cacophony of desperation until they all faded out, one by choked and strangled one.
By Hannah Goerndt4 years ago in Fiction