Fantasy
Love and Dragons
Tanwen, the great golden dragon, walked the countryside on a cold winter night. As she walked, she breathed in the winter air, the moonlight made her scales glitter. She had just said goodbye to her resent hatchling's and breathed out and melted the snow on the trail; the moonlight revealed a child in dirty rags frozen under the snow. A little girl no more than two years old, with a lovely face and red hair that looked like fire. She was thin and covered in bruises. She nudged the child with her nose, but she did not move. Tears started to run down her face thinking who would leave a child in the middle of the woods to die. Her tears landed on the child, her body turned pink, and she heard a faint heartbeat. She wanted to save this little girl and she wrapped up the child in her tongue and swallowed her whole, then went back to the cave in the sapphire mountain. She went to sleep that night, and her belly started to glow. She woke up the next day with her belly swollen, and then she positioned herself over her hoard made up of gold coins and jewels for hours, and with great pain, she forced out a giant gold egg. She laid by the egg for five days until it started to glow and crack. The egg hatched, and the child emerged alive, she looked healthy, and her bruises were gone. Tanwen transformed into a tall, beautiful woman with golden hair that flowed down her back and touched the floor and porcelain skin that was soft as silk with gold eyes that were warm as the sun. The girl looked up and reached out to her, she picked up the child, and held her close.
By Grace Richard4 years ago in Fiction
The Journeyer and the Pilgrimage for the Origin of Magic
The Origin of the Void Half the city lay in waste, half the city breathed relief, and the woman gone wrong fled to the sky. Adrian mounted his dragon and they leapt into the air after her. The destruction to the shipyard was severe—probably her intent all along. Most of the entire port navy had been sunk, the few ships afloat were badly damaged, still burning or smoking. A mast with the blue and black Fellowship flag cracked and fell into the sea. Wounded and dead lined the shore and docks. The desperate call for “Healer!” sprouted up everywhere. The rest of the living residents had the same flabbergasted look on their faces, as if to ask—did this really happen? Half the city… gone.
By Benjamin Dudley4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Leprechaun
CHAPTER 10 Hypathos quickly made his way to the River Lethe. Several weeks ago he had received reports of strange noises coming from the other side. When he went to investigate the first time, he had seen dozens of orcs lined up on the river’s edge throwing boulders into the river. At first, he was tempted to fly back to the city to warn the other fairies. And yet, when he thought of telling the Queen, he grew angry. For if she managed to prevent whatever the orcs were planning, she would rule for as long as she lived. That would mean hundreds, if not thousands of years of servitude under her for Hypathos. At that sickening thought, he decided to keep the orcs a secret and find a way to stop them himself.
By Raya McFadden4 years ago in Fiction
The Storm's Gift
The Storm’s Gift A storm is a fickle thing. The myriad of clouds fluctuate and shift with the winds, sometimes rising, building into a dense blockade in the sky as dark as the deepest ravine. Rumbling so violently the ground trembles with each crack, the darkness splitting with spreading fingers of light and static stretched across the sky. Torrential sheets pound across the undergrowth over and over, forcing the animals to hide in their deepest burrows and bow their heads against the force while the trees bend threatening to break.
By Anastasia J Cleveringa4 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Family
Rising from slumber, forest green eyes blinked, a dusting of sleep drifting away and clearing their vision. From the position up high within the side of the mountain, the sounds of the forest below echoed up to him. His great bulk shifted slightly, scales scratching along the smooth walls of his cave. He had found this cave nearly a century ago, as a much smaller dragon, and it had been a much needed shelter for him. Wounded at the time from an arrow some human had shot at him, he had been barely flying when he crashed into the side of the mountain, landing awkwardly on a small outcrop of rock and mud holding a single small tree. After laying stunned for a moment, he had raised his head, finding a small crack in the mountain and after crawling towards it, found it lead to a small cave. Over the decades he had melted parts of the rock, scraping it from the walls and floor, slowly expanding his cave, leaving a smooth bowl shape perfect for his now fully grown bulk.
By Charlie Hardy4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Blood
A sharp, tearing, ringing sound sliced through her dreams. She shifted and huffed out air, hoping the sound would move on and leave her to rest. It didn’t. It lingered, rising and falling, shrill and earsplitting. She growled. How dare some obscene creature disturb her rest! Did it not know she had travelled far, that she was tired, and it was making her angry?
By Sarah Gael Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
Stealing food from Cole’s kitchen will be simple. After all, I’ve been doing it ever since I learned how to steal. With Cole’s permission of course. When we were smaller, after a day of playing in the Forest of Shadows I would sneak into the kitchen while the cook was occupied and take tea cakes, scones, apples, sandwiches and bottles of milk. We would have a fine picnic in the woods by our Crystal pond and swim in the cold water to fight the summer heat.
By Julia Elizabeth 4 years ago in Fiction
Ember and Ash
Ember soared above the clouds. Her scales, glorious scarlet, her eyes rubies the size of boulders. Ancient and terrible Ember had encountered no serious threat to her existence in centuries. She had destroyed armies, devoured giants. One day a powerful wizard had broken into her lair to ransack her hoard with the intent of stealing an ancient necromancer’s grimoire. She had eviscerated the wizard with one claw and melted his brother with her flaming breath, armour, flesh and bone all.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
