Fantasy

Romulus and Nero
Chapter 1 A pitch black blur plummeted through the overcast skies above the great forest, Daedalum, parting great, grey clouds in explosive fashion. The sound of the sonic booms above sent swarms of birds, rodents and other small fauna scurrying furiously in every direction. They could not see the skies above for the trees were large; the forest vast and labyrinthine. They could not see what was coming, but they knew that they must run. The obsidian mass suddenly opened up, unfurling its massive wings, decelerating rapidly before crashing through the dense branches and hitting the ground with great speed. A thunderous crash split the ominous silence of the forest, before falling deathly silent once again. A nameless black dragon lay in the crater he had just formed, golden ichor painting the ground beneath him and congealing at numerous gashes scattered along the length of his body. He did not move, or rather he couldn’t. Suddenly he heard rumbling as the forest came alive, entire trees shifting to block out the light shining through the hole he had just created, dimming the forest to almost darkness. He exhaled the breath he had only just realised was held in since before he hit the ground and unable to keep his eyes open and his mind awake any longer he allowed himself to slip away.
By Shashank Gadiraju4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of Alberosah
The wind brought forth a creature of greatness, it sored with scaly wings like swimming in the stars. The clouds brush passed his blue scales, his lizard like eyes find the stones that pierced the sky. The Northern Range being the only place no human would go because of the monsters, all of which feared him.
By Asca Golds4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 68
We all made our final preparations and started to get ready for our mission. One of the doberman guards cast a spell on all of us that gave us night vision . Most of us were of the dog race so we already have good noses . Our sense of smell were second to none . Only a few animals and beasts had a better sense of smell than us . The bat witch didn’t need anything , because bat people excel in the night already . Bats use sonar mostly to their advantage . They achieve this with echolocation . Bats can hear better than any race on this world . Their smell is top of the line as well .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Fool Proof
The vibrant green forest was quiet. Too quiet for an Anoxiver morning when life was supposed to be in renewal, and quieter than it was yesterday. Éimhím trudged onwards, unsettled. His pastel, deep lime green scales with their rich pink undertones, bristled. It shouldn’t have been so quiet, especially not during the yearly two-week eclipse. He had gone years and years seeing it all over the world, and it was never this quiet even in the calmest of places, let alone here, the most dangerous region during the lightlessness.
By Mychaila A. Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Verdant
The earth dragon stomped out the final glowing embers of the forest fire, taking care to grind them into the earth. There was something uniquely satisfying about extinguishing them like this, rather than by willing the earth to flow where he desired it to. He looked around at the devastation to his territory, thinking about the many mundane things in his life which had and would change. The animals had fled, and his den had been filled with ash, among other things. For food, he would have to hunt in another dragon’s territory for some time. Surely the water dragon to the south wouldn’t mind too much? Her marshes were teeming with life. As for shelter, he could either dig his den out, or find a new place to sleep. The lightning dragon to the west made roost in a large cavern. Perhaps he would agree to share until the forest had a chance to grow back?
By Joseph4 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Terramyr
The Black Keep towers into the cerulean sky, casting an oppressive shadow over the surrounding landscape. High above the townsfolk in Castletown village below, surrounded by black pointed spires, obsidian-sculpted archways, and a twisting maze of dark corridors, King Hothgar Tassedothe, followed by a retinue of men, slowly ascends the steps of a narrow walkway upwards toward the dark dome-shaped structure of the Imperial Council chamber.
By Dylan Crice4 years ago in Fiction
Beardagon
In the emerald green woods of Iridine, where the ageless oaks grow, is a small, dark cavern with a gaping hole that points towards the sky. Travellers are warned to avoid this place at all costs, lest they discover the source of the smashing and screeching that can be heard even many miles away.
By Chris 4 years ago in Fiction
Amensalism
I hear you asking for a tale, but what you really need is a lesson. Now, don’t you try to play dumb, young one. Madam Sinclair sees all, and aye, that includes you. I’ve seen you and your merry band of rogues frolicking out there in them woods, taking advantage of your beleaguered mother and her poor tired eyes that are kept so doggedly set on her waning craft. You’ll worry her out of a livelihood if you keep on that way, and what’ll you do for food when her spiralling fires have no crowd’s worries nor wallets to lighten? Will you find salvation in your infernal forest then? Hmmmm? I think not; there’s nothing in there but stubbed toes and hefty woes for you.
By Tyler Vance4 years ago in Fiction
1:11 am
I saw the clock strike 1:11 am about three minutes + some change ago, and I thought about making a peculiar story about 1:11 am in the morning.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Fought the Dragon and the Dragon Won
Some of my fondest memories were reading stories to my son, Max, before bed. He loved all things Fantasy, noble knights, wise wizards, and epic battles, but of all the stories, tales about dragons were his favourite. Dragons rule, after all. The stories always seemed to revolve around a boy meeting a dragon and forming a fast and lasting friendship. He’d always wanted to meet his own dragon, someday.
By Lachlan Hedge4 years ago in Fiction
A Readers Dream
Alyssa pulled the car up to the terminal pick up area. She spotted her dad on a double take, this was not the man she knew. His once dark hair had turned to gray, his weight much less then what she recalled. He looked as if he had been ill. She waved from the driver window, his searching eyes spotted her and he came her way. Alyssa braced herself, she didn’t know what to say. She got out and walked to the curb, her eyes downcast. She felt him approaching and looked up, no words were needed. He pulled her into his arms and they both began to sob.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
City of Embers
1. A Sylvan Encounter It is generally known that dragons are both the oldest and the wisest creatures to inhabit the Universe. Theirs is indeed a distinction that enjoys special pride of place amongst all living things. Not only do they attain fantastic old age, but their kind and gentle nature has made them the guardians and repositories of the world’s knowledge and wisdom. On a cool mid-October morning just as the leaves were beginning to turn and woodland creatures stirred sleepily in their burrows, the dragon Easton settled down on a rocky outcropping near a small fountain to contemplate his own existence. His long snout, now covered in a dusting of white scales, which have been protecting him for the last four hundred and sixteen years lay on the very edge of the rock so that the smell of the water entered his nostrils and filled his senses entirely. He had travelled far to come to the Resting Place and his limbs were tired and weary. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drawing in of the world around him and with it, its secrets. He was tired down to his very core. Tired of the universe of men, who were incapable of governing themselves without fight or prejudice. Tired of the years spent trying to teach them of right and wrong, good and bad, of sacrifice and humility. But tired, mostly, of a life spent in studious solitude. Night after lonely night of pouring over books of spells and magic weary with fatigue. He longed - more than anything else - for companionship, for anyone with whom to share his discoveries and experiences. He would be quite content, he decided just then, to fall asleep and never wake up, to drift off with the smell of the best of the world replete in his senses and the sound of the flowing water filling his ears. The idea struck him as singularly unique and he determined to search for the Flower of Sleep that would grant him respite from his lonely existence. So determined, he roused himself from the rock, leaving behind the fast-flowing water and its magical soporific sounds and set about with renewed energy to locate the little flower. He had just turned onto the path that led to the lushest part of the valley, when a faint sound came to him, halting his progress directly. He turned his ear this way and that, testing the air for the ephemeral note that seemed only a second ago so distinct amongst the other sounds of the forest, but heard nothing. He continued on his way and before long it came to him again, soft and sweet and gentle, carried on a leaf-filled breeze that barely stirred the tops of the great trees. Again, he paused and listened. And this time it seemed somewhat closer. He tested the air, this time with his forked tongue and chuckled as he recognised - beyond a shred of doubt - the sounds of a young human child at play. Careful so as not to disturb it, the great dragon crept up to the place where the child was murmuring to itself in a glade of grass, and stood watching it in silence. Seconds passed, then minutes as the great dragon stood there, mesmerised by the musings of a child lost in the trappings of its own imagination. There is nothing more beautiful, he thought, than the happiness of a child spell-bound in a world of its own creation. He might have stayed like that for a long time, were it not that his thoughts turned to the child’s safety and, glancing furtively around, could discern no guardian or parent close at hand. He stepped into the clearing and as he did so, the child turned its saucer-like sapphire eyes up to him.
By George4 years ago in Fiction