Fantasy
Ash and Bones
Fire, blood and ash. That is all that remains from the war encampments of the unified forces of men,orc,dwarves and elves all consumed by the flame. The once lush green forest which secluded this army is now turned into cinder and stumps. Any survivors that dwell among the encampments are in hiding, terrified by the consistent sounds of the thunderous waves created by the two dragons circling above among the morning sky. The larger of the two dragons begins to descends into the ruins, its black scales gleam now that the sun is rising. The beast lands in the center of the ruined encampment squashing a tent with its mighty sharp claws. The black dragon scans its surroundings, moving its head from left to right watching for any sign of movement. It then raises its head up towards the sky, it opens its mouth letting out a booming roar followed by flames spitting high. It then lowers its head just touching the ground beneath it. The rider sitting on top of the dragon loosens his harness then throws a rope over the side of the beast.
By Jordan Webster4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Bonded
A brutal scene with a glimpse of innocence attracts the flying beast from overhead. Blood, limbs, and carnage are everywhere painting the forests red instead of green. Precise vision from the winged creature tracks movement of a small human figure. The youth cries and wails as if in pain but no injury seems apparent. The dragon, beautiful and strong, continues to survey the scene. What happened here? It looks like a battle ground but yet everyone is dead and only a mere child remains. The body count is high and two humans lay at the feet of the small toddler as it continues to scream and cry as if injured. The dragon sits and observes using its cloaking abilities to stay out of sight. Human eyes can not see the trick of light that dragons have used for ions to stay hidden from this world. They do in fact still exist but few are aware. We stay hidden and to the few places on Earth that still remain light in human populations. We rarely trust those human creatures, they have betrayed us too many times and lessened our numbers to mere handfuls spread throughout the world.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Second Chance
It was a rainy, late October night. The complete dead of night. About 3 am. I was worlds away from home. Not only in imagination, but quite literally, I was no longer living on earth. Or in earth. I am not sure how to think of it other than I am in another dimension. This world is a world of possibilities, with creatures, humans only imagine. It has Dragons and faeries, with warlocks, and witches. Pretty much any creature we have thought of in our imaginations on earth exist here, and then some.
By Jessica Burby4 years ago in Fiction
Doorways
All that was on the news was reports of the doorways suddenly standing in obscure places all over the world. First, thought to be modern art or part of some political or ecological statement and movement the doorframes each with it’s door closed and locked with different types of locks raised little concern. That was until one citizen finally opened a door in the middle of a busy public park on the first attempt at a numeric combination lock.
By Christopher “CJ” Herring4 years ago in Fiction
Land of the Dragins
The forest floor crunched beneath her large feet. It wasn't particularly cold, but the morning mist was quite thick. Her hunt had been unsuccessful so far, but patience she knew, was the key. Just a few minutes longer and perhaps the mist would dissipate enough for the smaller creatures to begin scurrying around. She had ventured beyond the boundaries of her usual hunts, but prey seemed to be scarce on this foggy morning.
By Andrew Gavin4 years ago in Fiction
Shard Bound
The last embers of a lonely fire flickered in the morning breeze. Sol was still low in the sky, just barely peeking above the horizon. Even so the solar sphere illuminated the grasslands. In the morning light the owner of the campfire saw his destination far in the distance; Lucent Caverns. Legends stemming from the local villages told of a dragon and its foul minions who lived deep within the cave structure. There may have been some truth to those rumors, but Orion was headed there for a more urgent affair. Even at this range he felt the malevolence emanating from that direction; the slow pulse of something aberrant seeping its way into the world, and perverting the natural state. It was his duty as Magi to correct this imbalance.
By Vagabond Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Ouroboros. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
1. The last thing Leander could have possibly anticipated was the burden of a human — and a human child, no less. When he left the Old Gates in search of the priestess in the valley, he only meant to bring her magic back into the Otherworld, not find a child at his feet. The deities were becoming restless and hungry, and if magic wasn’t readily available the only option would be to harvest souls. For centuries, Leander was successful in maintaining peace at the Old Gates, and he had no interest in a child imprinting on him. Especially during such a turbulent time.
By Kaitlin Oster4 years ago in Fiction
The Sigil of the Dragon. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The mist clung to the ground, set to disappear as soon as the sun warmed the world again. In these early hours, only the slightest stains of pink and blue streaked across the sky, though the legendary canopy of the Hornhook Forest blotted this out. These twisted branches reached for the heavens, longing to get out, but none ever did. Navigating these lands was enough to drive one mad.
By Zack Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Forest of the dead.
*Chapter one* Amelia’s an ancient Roman dragon who’s been living in the depth of the forest of the dead since the beginning of time. You can say that she’s the gatekeeper of the forest. Walking the 729 acres of land that the forest lays on. Which generally means each day is the same. Except for this practical day.
By Jen Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
