Fantasy

Squire Sunday
Malagaunt smelled her old foe drawing in close. His scent was hard to miss—an odor of tobacco smoke, moldy cheese, rusted armor, and countless bitter regrets. Her snout picked him out easily, even in this vast forest land with all its creatures and castles and curses.
By John Mark Adkison4 years ago in Fiction
The crafted
For so long Aries has been alone. Finding a suitor was never the issue, having offspring was. When the cold would come all the adult dragons including Aries laid Eggs. Then, the flowers would begin to rise from the Earth and the eggs would begin to hatch. Except for Aries, her egg stayed fully intact. Each dragon hatches from the inside. The outside layer is made to be impossible to break open. The inside is thin. The dragon's claws can break through the shell protecting it. After years and years of continuing to try for her own baby, Aries now had 21 fully intact eggs. She kept them hidden in the back of her cave. She could not bare the thought of tossing them into the fire pit to appease the fire goddess. Dragons have a legend that an egg did not hatch, it was meant as a gift to the fire goddess. She would take the egg and in return, she guaranteed the dragons would keep their fire breath and ability to fly. Even though Aries trusted in the rules and laws put in place for the dragons these were her children, and she was not just going to toss them away.
By Jane Swan4 years ago in Fiction
Found
I am hundreds of years old. The cedar forest I dwelt in was once young and I can barely recall the filtered sunlight as it warmed the stone entrance of my home. My clan and I lived peacefully with the humans and elves that ran the keep, once a stronghold that was a beacon of peace in the land. But all such things come to an end, and the story I tell is much later in life, after war and strife tore the tower down and the people dispersed to live elsewhere.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Esther Wright
“Esther?” Alyssa attempted to rouse her friend from her musing, but Esther was too deep in thought for that. She was lost in her secret; on the outside she was a perfect Christian girl but, in her head, she was lost in a fantasy. She had always loved fantasy books as child, Harry Potter, Oz, Narnia, Percy Jackson and her love of fantasy only grew. So much so that she had neglected to read the passage for the Bible study she was currently in and had instead read several chapters of V.E. Schwab’s A Conjuring of Light. Fantasy was easier to ingest, than the Bible sometimes. But Esther knew it was wrong to neglect one’s Bible. At least that was what she was told. Something inside her questioned it. But she wasn’t ready to face that side of herself, yet. She turned her focus back onto the Bible study just in time to see Alyssa making a show of attempting to break her from her reverie. Alyssa knew from previous experiences that when Esther was in such state it was best to not startle her. So, she was just flapping her hands about aimlessly and quietly hoping to get her attention.
By Craycraysusie4 years ago in Fiction
The End of a Relic
It was a frigid winter morning. The mountain wind cut right through the pillar-like trunks of the coniferous forest. It was a morning where things died. No human, elf, nor orc would dare find themselves out and about. Or so Kysinth would have thought, yet even though he had seen civilizations rise and fall, the moronity of mortals never failed to surprise him.
By Jordan Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Blurred Lines
The Beginning. I don't even know where to start, except for at the beginning. The beginning before my life changed, before it became what it is now, before I became who I am now. Little did I know then, that my life would forever change when I turned 23. I had my life all planned out for myself for as long as I could remember. Then something happened that tore my world apart, and forever changed my perspective on everyone and everything.
By Trisha Brandhorst 4 years ago in Fiction
What We Find in The Woods
I am awaken by a tapping on my snout. An insentient peaking of some inferior creature who either has not a clue whom they are dealing with or is so simple they could not careless that I could roast them alive with only my breath.
By L. M. Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Kindred
The scent reached him down wind before the sound of boy’s steps did, rousing him from sleep. Lazily, he got to his feet and stretched, just like a dog. Not that anyone would ever say that to the dragon. He lifted his snout to sniff the delightful scent on the air, spreading his wings to their limit before snapping them shut again with a leathery slap.
By Lilly Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon’s Last Meal
There was a sudden surge of bloodlust and that was all the warning she needed. With a slight wing adjustment, Ilmera went from a glide into a spin then tucked her wings back to go into a dive. Not a moment too soon, as another dragon’s flame sizzled by so close that she felt the heat through her scales.
By Brian4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonfire
Chapter 1 The villagers knew to never venture into the forest unless they wished to meet their end. Their small village was nestled in the mountains, overseeing nothing but the thick forest below. The forest was known to be the domain of a dragon. To their left was the Kingdom of Ayr, and to the right was the Kingdom of Zeya. Neither had claimed the small village in the mountains, but it was only a matter of time. They bordered two kingdoms and would hold a tactical advantage for whoever dared claim the spot. The villagers believed that the dragon stopped the kingdoms from invading – that it had claimed that village as its own territory, forbidden to both kingdoms. They had never dared to provoke the dragon.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Victima Draco
Disclaimer-following story contains dark subject matter It was the chaotic life that got young Tim into the situation. He was a savant and at age three was constantly hiding in the woods during one of his parents heated fights. He hated having to hear them fight. He was too young to know what divorce was only that was something his parents needed. Why they fought he had no clue. One bitter cold day he ran into the woods and wept. He did not realize how cold and hungry he was. He came back to his house only to find the door locked. Consumed by his anxiety he did not go inside but wandered back to the woods. He tried to make a makeshift blanket using leaves. It was roughly forty five minutes in the cold when the dragon approached.
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 years ago in Fiction
Gobbits 3
The drums had stopped. The familiar beat of the “get ready” signal had been going on so long, the vibrations had just melded into the background. Now silence spread throughout the stone under his feet. Grimith scooted his sister out of his lap, and rolled over onto all fours, ears perked for the slightest sound. He spread out his fingers and toes along the smooth stone of the hidey’s floor, feeling, listening, searching for what should be coming soon.
By JD Bickle4 years ago in Fiction