Fantasy

Oceanus
Kelp forests were normally too shallow for swimming dragons. But water rises and falls. On flood night Oceanus could swim above the towering vegetation, high enough that the barnacle-riddled leaves never brushed his scaly belly. When tides moved, so did underwater treasure.
By Alice Abyss4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Gift
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Our village was very small, and I was always bored. Nothing ever really happened here. Same routine day after day. Everyone did what they did as though they were being watched or even graded by someone. One night the village shook vigorously for several minutes. Pots, pans, dishes flew everywhere. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped. Of course, everyone slowly ventured outside to see what had happened. Our parents talked to each other for a while. The children just looked at each other surprised and frightened. Soon everyone returned to their homes to clean up the mess.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Ondragon's Hope
In the realm of the unknown where everything is the way it is supposed to be there is a key to the beginning and the end that controls the past, the present, and the future.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon-Keeper
Life has a way of unfolding, so that the teacher appears when the student is ready to hear and understand messages. Such was the case one day in autumn, when a child called Ivan, was lost in the forest. He had heard guns and planes and bombs. He had seen men with uniforms and death. It prompted him to wander from the confusion into the quiet woods, where squirrels still scampered, and birds still sang. The child felt the power of the dragon as the cold winds ripped the leaves from the trees and blew away the stench of death in the air.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
A Serpent in the Garden
Amelie tastes blood. Far away from battle, an expecting mother wages war in her bed. East of the river bend, a path walks through the trees, down a hill to a window. Through the glass, three heads look down as she delivers her consequence to the world, scorned by the sword of an unknown wielder. Amelie’s mother, sister, and midwife are grabbing her, ogling her, spreading her legs, and wiping the sweat from her brow.
By Kylie Ruffino4 years ago in Fiction
My Human
The wind blowing across my wings could never be replaced by any other feeling. If it wasn't for the possibility of humans discovering me, and exhaustion, I would never leave the skies. My forest, for no other sentient being dared enter, was the best site I had ever seen as I skimmed right about the treetops.
By Shelly Marie Hixson4 years ago in Fiction
The Words of Karsire and Forthund
Preface… The details of this story are those of two dragons, one named Karsire and the other Forthund; both dragons are of Draggi denomination.
By Clayton Haines4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet
It would probably just get stuck between my teeth. The thing is all bones. Tradimento flexed his wings as he stared down at the quivering human child. He’d just had a pleasant leisurely flight over the vast forest area that he lorded over, only to have his evening spoiled by this human. It hadn’t tried to run when he’d arrived back to his cave, merely mewled pathetically. He guessed that because of the child’s missing foot, the deformity probably why its people had tossed it in front of his home.
By Ian ReamesZimmerman4 years ago in Fiction
In Counsel With Stars: Book 1
The noise that cracked through the dawn sky awakened the heart of the forest. For 400 years she’d slept, undisturbed—though not for lack of attempt to stir her. Tales of her slumber wafted through the ages like a sweet smell demanding to be tasted, and taste it is just what the nearing villagers did. Men and women, young and old, visited her secluded cave in the high mountains. Some came in large groves while others braved the beast as lone warriors, their sharpest sword prepared to slay the beast if she so much as stirred. After all, what joy can be had in a battle won where only one opponent is awake? But much to their dismay, she never awoke. The only sign that she had not died in her everlasting rest was the heavy breathing that shook the mountain to its core, sending boulders toppling down the sides occasionally killing unaware adventurers mid-quest.
By NatahYah4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Dragons
He kissed her forehead, and she opened her eyes. “Good morning, Brandon.” They kissed again, and he held her close to him. “Good morning; I could stay like this all day.” His stomach then started to growl, and she giggled. “Let’s go to the river, and I’ll catch some fish.” He got dressed and gave her his shirt since her furs were burned off and walked to the river. Brandon couldn’t stop smiling as he walked side by side with her. She tried to hide her happiness but couldn’t stop smiling. When they got to the river, she walked into the water, and started catching fish with her hands. He gathered wood for a fire, and they cooked the fish. After they ate, he went into his backpack, took out the eggshells, and gave them back to her. "Thank you for letting me use these eggshells. I'm surprised your mother let us take them; I heard dragons are extremely possessive of their treasure." She took the shells and looked at him sheepishly. "She is, but these are mine." He looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean yours?" She sat next to him and held his hand. "Remember last night when I told you I wasn't like other girls?" He nodded. "Well, when I was a child, I froze to death after running away. Mother found me and used her magic to re-give birth to me. I was hatched from a dragon egg, and my mother fed me from her breast. Because of that, I have a few draconic abilities." He began to rub her back. "Like what?" She took a deep breath. "I can run fast, see in the dark, break stone with my bare hands, my skin is like steel, and I can breathe fire. That’s why people call me a freak." She looked down at the ground, waiting.
By Grace Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Dragons
Ten years later, Brandon had grown into a tall, strong, handsome man. He trained with the best fighters and fencing instructors. He learned to hunt, fish, and survive out in the woods. He would take long walks in the wood, hoping to run into Darrina, but he would always return home alone. Each time he would plant flowers in different areas of the woods to remind him where he looked for her. To stay humble, he would do odd jobs around the city. He would never tell anyone who he was and who his father is so he could be treated like everyone else. In doing so, he got to know the people and made many friends; he had two close friends, Bailey and Ethan, who would hang out at the bar after work. Many girls would approach them, but he was never interested. His thoughts were always on Darrina. "Hey Brandon, why haven't you taken a wife yet?" Ethan asked before taking a sip of ale. "Yea, you have your pick of all the girls in town." Said Bailey. "I met the girl of my dreams when I was a boy. I know she's still out there, and I will find her, and when I do, she will be my bride." They shacked their heads at him. "Brandon, you're a romantic fool." Said Bailey. "Let him chase the girl in the woods, Bailey. More maidens for us." Said Ethan smiling. They all laughed and finished their drinks. He returned home one day and decided to go into the forest and not return home until he found Darrina. He went to his father's study to tell him. His father was at his desk reading papers. "Father, I hate to disturb you, but I need a word." He looked up at him and smiled. "I need a word with you too, son, have a seat." He sat down and looked at his father his eyes full of hope. "Brandon, I have watched you transform into a good man since the day you were kidnapped as a boy. Every day you make more and more proud of you, but there is one thing you keep avoiding. It would help if you took a wife soon, or I will have to choose one. Captain Raven has a lovely daughter who would make a wonderful wife and bear you strong children." He started to sink into his chair. "I do not love her father. I want to find Darrina and make her my wife." He crossed his arms. "Ah yes, the girl you told us about all those years ago. Boy, you are chasing a dream; you have been searching for her for years. You need to come back to earth and do your duty to this family." He sighed. "She is real father, and I'm going to find her." He gave him a stern look. "Son, let's make a deal. If you return with this dream woman, I will admit I'm wrong and step back. But if you return alone, you must marry Alora." Brandon smiled and shook his father's hand. "Deal."
By Grace Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Dragons
They left the cave and made their way down the mountain. As they walked, he kept stealing glances at her. She looked at him with her peripherals. "Why do you keep looking at me?" He took a deep breath. "I have dreamed of the day I would see you again. I never forgot that kiss you gave me; I have carried it in my heart ever since." She put her hand on his shoulder. "Is that why you are here risking your life, you came looking for me?" He took her hands and looked into her eyes. "Yes, I came looking for you. I loved you since the day you saved me. I have been looking for you ever since, I planted flowers in the woods hoping you would find them and come looking for me. I wanted to ask you to be my wife." She quickly took her hands back. "You don't know me, Brandon. Whatever romantic fantasies you have about me, forget them. Once we save your friends, go home and never come here again." He felt his heart sink, and he felt sick to his stomach. She walked down the mountain ahead of him in silence, and he looked at the ground the whole time. She looked over at him and saw his eyes were tearing up. "Brandon... I'm sorry I hurt your feeling but." He picked his head up and wiped his eyes. "You already said everything you needed to say. Let's get my friends, and I'll never bother you again."
By Grace Richard4 years ago in Fiction