Fantasy
Natural Magic Chapter 35
Read Chapter 34 Here. When the fire alarm went off, Tilli and Key left their room along with the other girls as Edoward ushered them all outside. Key looked for Mat as the teachers exited their own building. Lights were coming on in the other houses as well. That's when Tilli saw Mat coming out of the doors, leaning on his roommate. Mrs. Putyam steered them both toward the headmistress.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Ha'aalsheer
The night was cool against Sahel’s skin as he knelt there in the trees and watched them. There were four men in armor, attempting as best they could to move silently. They were moving towards the massive cave entrance burrowed out into the side of the forest lined hill. Sahel closed his eyes for a moment as he looked within his chest and felt the small spark that burned continually within him. The young man looked up towards Solardin's sapphire moon and nodded to the celestial body. He inhaled deeply, taking in the ambient magic in the air as could feel the warmth of his chest spread out further to the rest of his body. He didn’t need to stoke the Fire too great just yet, he was unaware what he would need to face these men.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Utopia
Jasoar Redking, Lord of Fire and Bringer of Death, arrived on wings of flame to defend the sacred border march. The astral paths blazed like kindling behind him as they closed, and he touched down on hard mountain soil overlooking a blighted and ugly world.
By James Golden4 years ago in Fiction
Drakath’s Hoard of Lost and Abandoned Children
The cry of a human infant was very distinctive. Soaring high above the forest, Drakath heard it and swiftly banked into a dive, narrowing in on the sound. He ignored the curse and near-yank on his horns from his passenger at the sudden change in motion, landing on the lowest branch capable of holding his weight, craning his neck down as far as he could.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Ame's Choice
Ame held her father’s hand tightly as she dropped from a large stone, landing with both feet in the mud below. They had come so far, and she didn’t know where they were going or why they had to leave home, but she had no choice but to hold her father’s hand and follow him. It was dark and cold. She wore simple, black clothes made of cotton, with no embroidery or patterns whatsoever. Her father next to her wore the same, with a shawl and a round hat made of straw. They would never have worn these sorts of things before tonight. Before tonight, they would have been riding horses, surrounded by guards and servants, but here they were, trudging through the forest outside the castle, alone.
By Jason Sultana4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon
Thousands of years ago, so many that the world was still bare and empty. So long ago that the echo of creation could still be heard resounding against the rocks. Dust was just starting to settle across the land and the waters were still shaken. At that moment, before any evidence of the passing of time could be found, the Creator, alone in the world, saw it empty. He extended his arm to the world and touched it five times, once with each finger. The first four fingers created all the species and creatures that prowl the land. The last finger, that one he inserted into the deepest possible abyss, passing through fire and lava and going deeper until reaching the very heart of the world. With that touch a creature so great and powerful was born that it reigned over all the others. And all the others worshipped and called it god. Civilizations grew and customs were passed generation to generation and with time, the same Creator that gave life to all that was living was forgotten. He allowed it as there was peace in the world but then, the great creature that had been born last but was first among all went to sleep and people were without a leader. Civilization, united until then, started to divide and scatter, and soon, war was born. With war came death and hunger, and such a great sadness covered what once was blissful.
By Victor Chavarria4 years ago in Fiction
The King
“I’ll never surrender the city” claimed King Favian, more ferocious than convinced. The siege had gone for three months and winter was close. Provisions were already scarce and people were starting to turn to him, or more exactly, against him. The four men around him tried to look everywhere but at him. They had gone over this conversation every single day for a week now and no one had any idea how to survive. Originally, there had been five trusted generals at every war meeting, Prince Favian, the king’s firstborn, died after going out of the walls trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the invasor army. He left by the morning, and just when the sun reached its peak, his horse returned to the door, dead body on his back. A single wound on his back. The cowards.
By Victor Chavarria4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of Paranon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley; and THIS dragon now stood directly in the path of a weak boy and an innocent girl. The bravest and loudest of the boys had been right to fetch the warriors in time. Why, with decisions like this, he’d make a fine warrior himself one day…!
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
