Fantasy
A Snake In the Forest
The sun was getting lower, and the shadows covered most of the forest. Behind the trees, his home still glowed in the bright orange sun, the wing shape of the mountain reminding him who he was, where he was from. A beacon showing him the way through the trees.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Fiction
Vega: Guardian of the Individual
A roar rattled the trees of the otherwise desolate forest. This was followed immediately by the frantic pounding of hooves against the fallen autumn leaves on the near freezing earth. The enormous buck had lived a long and fruitful life in relative peace…until now. Now, a large shadow loomed ever closer over the distressed creature as it ran for its life. Another roar shook the forest and the deer bawled as the last thing he saw were the jaws of the dragon coming for its next meal.
By A. L. Benware4 years ago in Fiction
The Unscaled
It’s one of the Unscaled, to be sure. Nestled atop a stump. Albeit a miniature version. No bigger than my thumb. I sink low in the fjord, wedging my claws in the mossy rocks, and peep between the great sequoia trees that are nearly old as me. A break in the clouds, and the sun smiles through the lattice of leaves, shining off the wee beastie’s round cheeks, setting its crop of red curls afire.
By Rachel Fikes4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Was Named Red
Chapter 1: The Dragon and the Child The world was no stranger to misfortune. Dark creatures of the night, powerful storms daring to destroy its majesty, and filled to the brim with magic and life. Such a place needed guardians to protect it, and what better beings than the most powerful magical creatures of them all. The Dragons. For centuries, these terrifying magical beasts protected these vast magical lands from all who would do it harm, and made sure to punish all who would disturb the peace, whether it be the world’s, or the dragon’s own.
By Fergus Thomson4 years ago in Fiction
This Empire of Ruin
The Lunar Forest lay dormant in the outer valleys. Nestled in the low-lying marshes, the forest’s pale leaves shone like a jewel in the darkness of the surrounding shrubbery that stretched for miles in either direction. From the skies looking down one was reminded of the moon suspended in the night sky, hence its name. And it was from the skies the beast had spotted the child – alone - disappearing amongst the white trunks that appeared to swallow it whole. The beast banked left and pitched her snout towards the earth, her thin membranous wings completely silent and angled against the wind to slow its descent. Her scales were as black as the night sky and just as smooth. To spot her would be an impossible task not there was anyone or anything who was looking. But it was best to remain cautious. The beast landed gently on the soft ground, on her hind legs and swiftly lowered her slender body so that she stood on all four slender limbs. Against the stark white of the forest her ink-black figure resembled a shadow in the light. Her eyes, black as the rest of her took in her surroundings. The child had not walked far. It sat in a small clearing, entertained by a fallen tree branch that it swung wildly before throwing it away seemingly bored of it. It giggled and picked up another branch. Soundlessly, she inched towards the small creature. She didn’t wish to startle it. She hadn’t seen anyone from above, but the forest was dense enough to conceal anyone who wished to remain hidden. Deftly, she inched ever closer until her snout hung inches from the child’s head. Perhaps the child felt a presence or by sheer luck it turned and saw the beast that stared back at it. Its wide eyes lay transfixed for several moments. And then, unfazed, it turned back to the new stick and began swinging it with as much passion as before. The beast was startled and then surprise gave way to a deep sadness. The innocence, she thought. Before she proceeded, she placed her jaws gently on the child’s soft vest it wore over its woollen undershirt and began to pull. They must understand what has happened here. The child wailed, not out of fear but rather frustration that it was being interrupted, and then soon enough the vest lay crumpled on the ground next to them. The beast’s jaws were not particularly large but they wrapped around the tiny figure of the child securely enough. She retracted her fangs so only her soft black gums held the child at its waist. Now, the child began to cry. But it didn’t matter. As silently as she arrived, the beast launched towards the sky, too quiet to be heard, too quick to be stopped. As the cries of the child were swallowed by the wind, the dragon disappeared into the starless night.
By Armaan Kapila4 years ago in Fiction
The Hatchling
The early morning chill had stiffened the thin bones in the membranes of her wings. Gthera opened her eyes and watched herself stretch and retract, stretch and retract, the left wing. Toward the sky and back to her side. Willing sensation into it again. The scales along her translucent folds were just beginning to go indigo; winter would soon come to the valley.
By Jordan Trippeer4 years ago in Fiction
Spirit's Found
There had always been dragons in the valley… …at least, until the reign of Reginald Gunvald. The mighty dragons of the ancient land of Alicae were the guardians of the Calicor- the Heart of the Heavens. Not only did the heart protect the dragons and guard their territory, but its power served as a beacon for the dragons, giving each a piece of its power that allowed their spirits to become one.
By Lizzy Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Of All the Many Titles
Ashbringer. Flametongue. Blaze of Bal’Orn. Great Wind-Reaver. Or, as this child called me, “Baggu.” Over the years, I’d given myself many titles. While others might call that conceited, I believed—at the time—that everyone is tasked with forging their own legacy. I endeavored to ensure that mine would burn brightly.
By Ryan Roarke4 years ago in Fiction
Abomination Of The East
Long ago before Elves and humans and Orcs ruled the world, there were dragons. They were the kings and queens of this world. Known as Lords of the sky, sea, and land. Nothing dared to stand up against them. Everyone bowed before their glory. It wasn’t until the great war of the East and West that the dragons were brought to their knees. Within this war, two brothers destroyed more than half the world and that upset mother Gyia. So, she pulled them down from the sky and imprisoned them in the deepest part of the sea.
By Mcarthur Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Mother Dragon
Mother Dragon raised me as her own. I was only a young tot when she found me that day. It was a misty morning in the forest, and it rolled in quietly as I was sitting in the leaves. She took me under her wing because she saw water in me. I had some scales on my arms, silver and grey. One or two would slide off from time to time.
By Cate Falcon4 years ago in Fiction
