Fantasy

The Nature of the Beast
Motherhood Yrsa awoke to a faint cry. The sound was distressing, tugging at the deepest parts of her being. She sniffed the air, locating the source of it. The dragon let out an absent-minded growl, almost a response, before dragging her large body through the trees in the direction of the cry.
By Danny Kamijou4 years ago in Fiction
The worst enemy
Nostrils blowing flames were a sign of fear. And my nostrils were burning like a damned pool of magma. I crouched, actually wishing for a damned pool of magma. Pushing with my wings and darting out of it with boiling drops dancing around, and then diving again... It felt like a vague dream when I was facing the most dangerous creature in the world.
By Daniele Tonelli4 years ago in Fiction
The Infant and The Dragon
The world we know today is covered in man-made monstrosities made of metal and glass. This is not how the world used to be, and this is not how the world appears on one warm Autumn night, deep in the forest surrounding Mount Somers. This night took place back when homes were still built chiefly of wood and there was no such thing as electricity or indoor plumbing. Most people lived in small villages with their homes built as close to each other as possible for protection as the times were not safe for the average person. Not everyone was like the rest, and there is one, in particular, that was far from average.
By Elizabeth Townsend4 years ago in Fiction
The Catalyst
All that chased Sha-vi, was the sound of his feet softly patting the ground as they rustled through the mulch coated forest floor. His panting breath left his mouth in cloud bursts of vapour, as the chilly morning stole what little warmth it possessed.
By John Kemp4 years ago in Fiction
The Storytellers
In the small town of Coventry in New England, families rushed around the Saturday morning farmer’s market not knowing what lay in the woods beyond the city limits. This particular Saturday, Emerine and her husband Niko were exhausted after a long week of testing and therapy sessions for their son Everett. So exhausted in fact, they did not seem to notice when Everett wandered away from the vegetable stand overflowing with people bagging the seasonal food and started following wisps of light into the woods at the edge of the field. From the naked eye, one may not even see these wisps of light as they traveled further into the wood, but Everett was special and therefore could see things that others had not. He continued to follow the wisps and their fluttering wings deeper and deeper until he was lost in circles of mushrooms in the middle of the forest floor.
By brooke vecchi4 years ago in Fiction
Outcasts
It was sleeping on the ground, waiting. Alzagoth tilted her head, teetering backwards and inhaling stiffly through her nostrils, the furnace in her lungs growled.
By Kieran Egan4 years ago in Fiction
Tetra
Rainbow prisms reflected the sun in a thousand colors that few could envision as her winged body climbed vertically up the mountain ridge. Tetra eyed her shadow, an antithesis of reality, cast on the rocky slope. An oval body, devoid of light, with ridiculous short wings, serpentine neck, and long tail pulsed black up the same mountainside like an evil twin. The sheep in her talons resembled a black bag with kicking feet. The baa’s of panic, feathered by the blast of rushing air, signaled her prizes had survived the journey. Generalissimo, the quartermaster, would be pleased. Tetra was certain the ewe was pregnant.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Smile
For a hundred centuries, stories flew through the lands of terrifying beasts that conquered the skies. Myths of Hell raining from above in pillars of heat, leaving nothing but destruction and fear in its remains. Those who were unfortunate to have looked death in the eye never lived to tell the story, and their heirs spread the tales in bouts of desperation—to warn others of the monstrosities that they had witnessed. Until twenty and six years ago, the village of Draketon was formed. The inhabitants did not fear the savage brutes that owned the air, but they honored them. Their knees bent, heads bowed at the anecdotes that spread the forests. Their only gods were the Dragons.
By Jordan Glik4 years ago in Fiction
Son of The Dragon
Legends tell of mighty and noble beasts, the dragons. Now they are scarce but once they ruled the land, they ruled the people as wise sages, or powerful tyrants. Some say man grew tired of their rule, and slayed every dragon they could, while others say man coveted the hoards of the dragons buried in their mountain keeps. But that isn’t the story I wish to tell you, and I know it's not the story you want to hear. You wish to hear of Draken, the man raised by a dragon. A man who transcended flesh and became a dragon.
By Thomas Tome4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Sapphire
Elder Spiny the Dragon awoke one morning in his den near the summit of Cloud Mountain with a sharp twinge in his tail and a profound sense of foreboding.
By Ké Kampeas-Rittenhouse4 years ago in Fiction
Of Hearts and Minds
Oh look, another tasty morsel, must be my lucky day, Geillis thought to herself, swooping low over a small clearing. It wasn’t the easiest feat in the world for a dragon the size of a small house to wriggle between unaccommodating woodland, but needs must in the face of the growing scarcity of food.
By Paul Kitchen4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath The Wings of a Dragon
The boy’s face was red, smeared with the bloody fingerprints of the Elder when Immanis found him, curled into a ball amongst the tree roots. Between the mud and blood there were streaks of tears where the child had cried himself hoarse, no doubt from the fear of wandering alone in these woods, in which even the trees themselves were unforgiving.
By Sean Bass4 years ago in Fiction