Fantasy
Tattoo
He was a real artist. The ink flowed on to her skin like oil on canvas. The black, reds and blues so vibrant that the dragon seemed to be perched above the skin not on it. She had never had a tattoo before and probably would never have one again. It was very painful, more so than she had imagined.
By Pam Saraga4 years ago in Fiction
The One Who Could Be King
Dorudar flew low above the treetops. He was attempting to sniff out his next meal. There had been plenty of wildlife in this new land so far to feed on and he had no need yet to venture to the distant farms for livestock and make the humans aware of his presence. He wanted the humans to remain unaware of himself for as long as possible, so Dorudar lived in one the caves, and only the creatures of the mountains and woodlands knew of him, for now.
By Tegan Hill4 years ago in Fiction
The Changeling Below the Bluffs
“The babes need to be left in the woods,” Elder Gòrdan said as Moire stared at the crumbs in his scraggly beard. “We don’t know if the faeries will even show. We need to wait on the healers from Tuathmuir,” Elder Ùna shouted with red cheeks.
By Rebekah Shupe4 years ago in Fiction
Parthenogenesis. Top Story - January 2023.
Big Claws was looking at the young ones on the beach, and felt a pang of jealousy toward the other females lying around, oblivious to their own luck. She wished she too could create youngsters. She knew she should be able to, but that power somehow kept escaping her. What did the other females do, that they were capable of creating life? What did she do, that she wasn't allowed the same faculty?
By Claire Guérin4 years ago in Fiction
ROMAR THE GOLDEN DRAGON & JAC THE WARRIOR SEER
Thousands of years ago, there lived a dragon near the Emerald Isles of Ireland named Romar in Pelm Woods. She had golden scaley skin, which was unusual for her kind. She had furry white wings and intense emerald green eyes, and her pupils were in the shape of two snakes facing each other. She was 10 feet tall and breathed greenish-gold fire whenever her emotions were at their highest. She avoided confrontation, preferred to be alone, and never felt like she was part of her fierce family, who constantly judged her. They never let her forget how different she was from them, which left her feeling bad about herself. She sometimes wondered if this was her real family. They were Fire Drake dragons who once fought alongside Morgoth before he was banished into the void. They had ways of thinking and doing things that Romar didn’t always understand or agree with. She was the youngest and felt like an outcast being around her own family. She finally couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to tell her family she needed to find her destiny, and they were surprised. They thought she was too gentle, weak, and sensitive and never thought she could survive in the real world on her own. She resented that so much, and part of her feared it was true. Romar had no clue that her life was about to be changed forever.
By Jacqueline Ortiz4 years ago in Fiction
Fiery Hearts
Kellis strolled through the forest of Duvan on a beautiful morning. Drops of morning dew fell from blades of grass at the shudder of her steps. The birds twittered to greet the morning and feed their young. Kellis's bluish-green wings glistened in the warm sunlight. A faint trickling sound of a stream could be heard. Upon her arrival, Kellis lowered her head into the stream for a drink before submerging into the cool water. She let out a gentle growl as water brushed against her scales.
By Michael Astren4 years ago in Fiction
Breathless
Fear. Fear was what propelled Juma through the dead underbrush of the forest. The enormous dragon snaked his way through the towering trees as he made his escape. Juma’s every attempt to combat the blight killing his home had failed. His verdant scales have dulled, his wings have torn, and the fire on his breath extinguished. He could sense whatever evil had come to his forest pursuing him now. Feeling as if there was no other choice left, Juma did the unthinkable for a dragon; he fled.
By Lucas Ryan4 years ago in Fiction
I Am The Feathered Serpent. Top Story - December 2022.
Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Wisest of Men and Second Sun, please heal my daughter, though she has been cursed. Tlamacazqui says the White Teotls have hexed her with disease brought with the morning from across the vast ocean, and only you can save her, he says. Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Creator of Worlds, God of the Winds and Mover of Cycles, please accept this offering and in return, heal my daughter as I send her to you.
By Claire Guérin4 years ago in Fiction
The Battle of Bel-Gazou
Roch did not know that the Realists had landed upon Bel-Gazou the same day he found the child on the city’s outskirts, swaddled in dandelion roots. When he took the child into his arms and saw the entire world in her eyes, a secret storm brewed elsewhere, out of sight.
By Kalina Isoline4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Woods
Where it ends The child remained nestled in the covering that his mother had placed on him before she had left. Fire scorched the forest floor around him and there was a strange smell in the air that spoke of violent death and burnt wood, although he was too young to realise that. He was scared and uncertain of what was happening but tears did not come. He lay and soon, he was approached, the shadow of the figure shrouding him in darkness. He looked up as it bent towards him and waited.
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Fiction
