Fantasy

Memories of Winter
The old man stared into the dragon’s eyes, and two glittering orbs stared back. Time seemed to stop as they simply took each other in. The elder’s eyes were dark and aged with wisdom, while the dragon’s, though a beautiful ruby-red, were hollow and empty. That couldn’t be helped, however. As skilled a designer he was, no mask could take on a life of its own. It relied on the wearer to give it a soul.
By Alyssa C4 years ago in Fiction
The Pantheon
The Pantheon By Daniel J Reurink Chapter 1 In the beginning their lived a man of wizard kind, he was not the peculiar nature of a
By Daniel Reurink4 years ago in Fiction
Mother Monster
"Mom! Will you get here real quick?" I shouted from the kitchen, slicing tomatoes, slabbing them on the sandwich on top of tofu, pickles and some dairy-free cheese.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Beginning
The damp forest air filled my nostrils as I breathed in and stretched after a long and cold night. Ever so carefully maneuvering to not crush the eggs below me. Still thriving in these colder conditions, the two eggs are due for hatching any day now.
By Jordyn Martens4 years ago in Fiction
Ashfall: Prince of Prophecy
Streaks of the crimson night sky, starless and dreadful, break through the dense canopy as your eyes track the passing trees. Cloth swaddles and binds your movements, yet you still jostle back and forth, swaying in the confines of your woven basket. The heat of panting breath warms your cheeks and fills your nose. A long red and white furred muzzle has its jaws clamped tightly around the handle of your basket. Glacial eyes dart frantically as quick, decisive decisions are made to navigate the undergrowth. Its pointed ears are on alert. Only a brief pause before you move again. The sound of hooves follows everywhere the wolf goes - heavy, thunderous hooves -and everywhere they go, shouts accompany them. Whistling projectiles shoot past you, missing their target. A wince and a whimper pass through the wolf’s gritted teeth. Louder and louder, the shouts grow. For a moment, your eyes meet the gaze of the wolf. Pain, worry, and sorrow linger there. Your world rips from you and turns upside down.
By J. S. Lemire4 years ago in Fiction
The Wars We Fight
Two veiny and flattened orbs in front of it, all slimed up because of a poor lifestyle. Wings no longer smooth curves, but thin and rectilinear. Director of the council, too.
By George Line4 years ago in Fiction
Fated Encounter
Camouflaged perfectly into his surroundings, the dragon lay silent and invisible on the ground, transfixed on the creature that brought him down from the skies. Except it wasn’t a creature at all, but a human child wandering the forests alone. Unlike normal human’s her age, who would be terrified to be caught in the forest in the dead of night without their parents, there wasn’t a trace of distress on her face. Normal humans… She didn’t look like a normal human either. She had strange, beautiful silvery white hair, pale yellow eyes and rich dark skin. She was like the night sky given human form.
By Honey4 years ago in Fiction
Her New Child
Out of all the things to find in her forest, she never anticipated this. Rowan sat there as she stared down at the little bundle before her. Her golden eyes going wide as she took in the sight before her. A tiny toddler, a human one, was laying on the ground. Wrapped tightly in a soft brown blanket. Their little eyes were closed in a deep sleep. Something that Rowan guessed was a good thing. She carefully leaned over the dreaming child. Her eyes scanned them as she hoped to find something to tell her why this happened. Why there was a child in the woods she lived in.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon and the Boy
Abandoned and alone, he looked around at the endless thick brush and deep forest. He was too young to wonder how he was there but instead, he wondered why he was there. He had on a simple hand-cut top and bottom made of wool and linen as well as a pouch around his waist made of leather. The pouch had only one item in it; a dagger.
By Bodey Miller4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon and the Boy
Abandoned and alone, he looked around at the endless thick brush and deep forest. He was too young to wonder how he was there but instead, he wondered why he was there. He had on a simple hand-cut top and bottom made of wool and linen as well as a pouch around his waist made of leather. The pouch had only one item in it; a dagger.
By Bodey Miller4 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Dragon
Kodi could smell the tantalizing ether emanating from the chubby human toddler as it lay snoring in the dirt. The ether scent was strong, which meant this kid was probably a magi, and a powerful one at that.
By Blake & Raven Penn4 years ago in Fiction
The Greywood Wyrm
Hyla walks with a hurried step clutching the boy's hand. She has carried him for an hour, but he is heavy and she is young. He is still half-asleep. The woods are old. They were not always this thick, nor this large. the roots around which Hyla stepsand stumbles, though she does not know it twine and twirl around the bones of ancient men.
By Frank W Law4 years ago in Fiction