Fantasy

When dragons cry
"Are you crying dragon father, there are droplets falling from your eyes. Can dragons cry, I never thought so". The young man was casually leaning against the great body of his parent. He touched the liquid that was trickling from the great brute's eyes, rubbing it between his fingers in wonder.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Toddler & The Dragon Tavern
Vanesa placed her hand against the door, took a quick breath, and pushed it open. Warmth wrapped around her as she entered the tavern. There were two hearths, one buried into the wall off to the left and one to the right. Artifacts decorated the walls. The bar faced her on the far side of the building. The layout drew her towards the tables situated in the center of the building as if being drawn into a loving embrace.
By Casey Abbott4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Breath
"There's a strange scent coming out of this forest." Narpheia said. Gravuss looked doubtfully at his companion. She was quite a beautiful dragon, despite her growing gauntness and sagging eyes. Sunlight penetrated her leathery wings in undulating patterns of dancing shadows across her scales, accentuating their unique colors of gold and green. In another life, perhaps Gravuss would have taken her for his mate, but life in its current state held little value in such things.
By Kenny Penn4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Prince
Prologue Soft coos echo through the trees. A giggle draws the attention of massive wings, flapping against the crisp autumn sky. Blazing green eyes scan the enchanted forest, listening to the breath of every animal- or creature.
By Celestia Morelle4 years ago in Fiction
Arrow
Arrow flew high over the forest towards the uncontrolled blaze that caught her eye from the mountains. Smoke billowed so black and thick it masked the dark clouds on the horizon of the moonlit sky. Fire meant the possibility of other dragons, the likes of which she had not seen after the Bestial War nearly 2 years ago when all magical creatures were hunted.
By Kate Gall4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted Prince
Penthurax sat enjoying the cool, tranquil evening in his favorite spot, the ruins of the great fortress Artarnir. The fortress was once the stronghold of the Eldermen and was the site of the last great battle between the dragons and the Eldermen. The place always made him feel powerful and confident. He could feel the spirits of his ancestors around him giving him strength and comfort. It was the only place in the lands of men where he could rest safely.
By Paul Winzenried 4 years ago in Fiction
Little Lives
Chance encounters can happen from time to time. Many of the encounters are somewhat uneventful, a rare few become special enough to remember and once in a lifetime, a miracle can actually occur.
By Dwayne O Connor4 years ago in Fiction
Untamable Flames
The morning sun began to rise slowly over the war-torn lands of Kingsleigh. Smoke lingered gingerly after a night of heavy shellings. Sergeant Thomas Evans peeked through the scope across the no-mans-land, scouting for any signs of enemy activity. He can barely spot the enemy troops in the trench across the field, only by their helmets.
By Michael Astren4 years ago in Fiction
Treasured
Winter's hunger rushed through Harrzna's body and mind as she prowled through the forest. Warm rays of sunlight had finally penetrated through the opening high in her rocky cave and fought off many months of hibernation. Now, thoughts of food consumed her. And just behind those thoughts, a deeper obsession also woke, stretched, and began to gnaw.
By Janna Ehrenholz4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles, Ch. 18
Danny slept very fitfully. His dreams were a mired, swirling fog, blending and melding chaotically one into the other. He saw the bonfire again, and figures - hooded and cloaked - chanting all around. There was a great stone table, too, in the midst of a circle of even greater stones, and a full harvest moon shining above. Hideous creatures swiped and clawed at him from the darkness, threatening to snuff out his light. He felt as if he were in a cold, dark sea, barely keeping his head above the surface before another crashing billow of darkness tried to push him under. Suddenly there was an incredibly bright light all around him, voices calling out in fear and agony, while the shadows fled from the flames spreading to the trees. Danny thought he heard a voice, gentle but more powerful than all the universe, ringing through the burning pines.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Enchantment
He looked up from his daily newspaper and peered over his dark rimmed glasses, as he did so, the gentle morning breeze swiftly picked up and a burst of cool air drifted across the pages and touched his face.
By Hazel Rymell 4 years ago in Fiction
Là donn Brìde. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The loamy earth split in waves as the dragon padded between the trees. The only sound was the snorting rasps of the creature's breathing, hot and wet and straining against the rapidly cooling night that was setting in. Its laboured movements shook down the autumn leaves, scattering its grey-green scales with a cascade of reds and yellows. And on its back, beneath the blanket of leaves, the child slept soundly.
By Dom4 years ago in Fiction