Fantasy
Natural Magic Ch. 34
Read Chapter 33 Here Matsias stared at the dream net. It didn't look much like the picture in the book, though he had tried to follow the pattern. For one thing, it was made from embroidery thread Ayan had given him, rather than the thicker cotton cord the book mentioned. But he must have gotten the knots right because the net hadn't fallen apart the way Reed had described.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Jaibhagwan
Jaibhagwan By Sarah Wylde A Dragon’s Tale In the vale lived an old storyteller named Fravindad. On many a night, he told stories that gave dreams to the children, and to the adults, a reminder of days past. “Please,” begged Horatio. “Tell us a story about the dragons.”
By Sarah Boring4 years ago in Fiction
Three Realms
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While the Dragon Slumbers
Pihlaja unfurled her scaly pink tail and inadvertently dashed it against the cave wall, making pieces of silvery rubble tumble down. She must’ve grown, again, during these last three months of rest. It was a sign of good health and spiritual development.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Defiance
Morning broke over the rolling green hills of fair Cyphrol and the warm rays of the rising sun cast long shadows beneath Lyrigor’s massive form. The great red dragon eyed his target; a small out-of-the-way kingdom that lay unprepared for what loomed over its eastern horizon.
By Hank Ryder4 years ago in Fiction
Imadra's Light
Beware the shadow-dwellers, whose skin burns in the sun. Imadra’s Light rejects them. They dwell in the shade because they come from darkness, and to darkness they shall return. Their touch corrupts. Their tilling tortures the earth. They are unlike us in every way, and only seek to conquer what is unlike them.
By Michael Walton4 years ago in Fiction









