Fantasy
The Guardian of the Forest
The pearlescent fog thickened on the forest floor, smothering the delicate tapestry of moss, roots, and leaves. The pines reached into the sky, spearing the stars, and blanketing the night with their jagged branches and needles. Every creature in the forest was wreathed in fog and haloed in the moonlight as owls, deer, and hedgehogs went along their way hooting, galloping, and snuffling.
By Hayden J Beardall4 years ago in Fiction
The Hollow Dragon
"Nature has a way of turning herself inside out whenever she needs a refresher." Tess stood in the rain on a simple, observation deck built into the side of the hill, barely minding the water drenching her seagreen robes and puddling at her feet. “You noticed this?” she asked, brushing a hand through her short-cropped hair and spraying the dragon next to her.
By Naomi Tyhurst4 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent Sign
Long past the Age of Dragons, well into the Era of Man, two souls were born into a royal family on a moonless night. In the nation they were born, the coastal state of Aqentis, there was a superstition regarding twin births; a superstition hailing back to the nation’s genesis and its twin dragon rulers. It was said that the birth of twins was called the Serpent Sign. Once thought to be an augur of good fortune, it is now considered an ill omen, heralding a disaster to that bloodline. On that moonless night, the princess of Aqentis, Niolandi, gave birth to twins: a girl and a boy.
By Chris Heller4 years ago in Fiction
The Twigling & the Cosmic Flame
The spheres of heaven quaked and were nigh torn asunder when tones of devastation emanated from the battle. Entire worlds were consumed in their wake when the Old Drake, Ayu-Maliff (the Tarragon of Everlasting Woes), clashed with the Great Mother. Maliff was her umbral reflection and older than the foundations of the Earth—even older than the Great Mother. For eons they warred, and with every battle, she snatched victory only for Maliff to return anew, sturdier and ever grander. He delighted in stalking her, laying waste to all she would nurture throughout her cosmic journey, but here at the root of Earth would she make her last stand. Across the heavens, the Earth's foundations sang out to her, and she would not have it plagued with the pestilence that was her ancient foe. So she called upon the voids of the low so vast; deeper than she had ever before, and the heavens trembled before her newfound might. So grand and awful was her display that even Maliff, who then could coil around entire heavenly spheres and constrict them to obliteration, was left in awe and dread. It was a sensation he had never afore felt and would not long contemplate before the Great Mother would bring him to ruin. With one blow from her bustling spear, the Old Drake burst into light and flame, brighter than a billion stars, until the root of his malevolent machinations was brought to naught. Her great work done, the wearied mother fell to the virgin Earth and slept for eons while her vital song brought beauty and abundance. Little did she know that a single spore from the Tarragon of Everlasting Woes remained, and it fell with her to the land. As her song nurtured the Earth, from it also was the stalk of his body grown anew, yet unlike the Great Mother, Maliff never slept. Even in hibernation, his mind was astir, and for eons he stewed in rage and hysteria, plotting his revenge. In his ire he did vow that upon his return, none would stand the wrath of Maliff the Horror, Maliff the Miserable, Maliff the Everlasting!
By Brian Keith McMurray4 years ago in Fiction
je suis né avec la magie
Once upon a time there was a cave. This cave was hidden beneath trees in a forest in Northern Egypt. The cave was said to be forbidden. It was told that dragons occupied the cave. Several tales were told that strange things happened in the cave. It was said that magic dragons lived in the cave but no one had ever seen one.
By Aubriaun Ashley4 years ago in Fiction
A Promise of Sun
From the rent, dragons fell. Tamrin ran. His feet were small and could not carry him far. Shadows cast by firelight pooled like black fluid, dripping from above and on either side. Fierce amber light bit at his heels. There was nothing to the air but smoke and the crackling snap of wood; the screams had wilted a long time past. Smog scraped the underside of his eyelids, scratching at the inside of his skin with black nails.
By Bailey Southon4 years ago in Fiction
Sherlock, Watson and the elusive dragon
Sherlock was bored. All day he had been perusing the papers and nothing interesting jumped from the pages to get him seeing the faintest light of the thrill of the chase. He lounged carelessly across his favorite chair, pipe in hand, staring up at the ceiling, the smoke swirling in wisplike tendrils across the book strewn living room.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
