Fantasy
Natural Magic Ch. 31
Read Chapter 30 Here After a week, Miriam gave up nagging Key, especially since he was spending less time with Jo anyway. She hoped the issue had taken care of itself. He was still distance from her and the other girls, but they were also fast approaching the end of the first quarter, and they were all worried about their first round of exams. Tilli had schedules time in one of the magic practice rooms to prepare for "whatever Theelnin will throw at us," and Ayan's copy of Laura Pfieffer's travel journal was marked with so many extra pages, Miriam was surprised it closed. Key went everywhere with the trousers she had made, carefully embroidering the hems and pockets in her spare time, and Mat read. All day long.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Raised By a Dragon
Raised By a Dragon Tobias awoke to the thunderous noise in the distance. His massive head rose to sniff the air. Anger grew in his breast as the scent of his age-old foe drifted to his sensitive nostrils. Somewhere, outside his cavern were men. Not only men but men of war for he could smell the unmistakable scent of iron and steel mixed with the blood of men and beast alike. The noise that had awoken him was the noise of battle, steel upon steel, and the twang of bows and crossbow strings. Other sounds came with those of battle. The soft whimpering of women and children. In all his days, he had never encountered another creature with as little respect for life as the race of men. Even Tobias’ bloodthirsty cousins, before they were driven into exile within the bowels of the earth, could not compete with the brutality and vicious nature of the race of men.
By Shawn David Kelley4 years ago in Fiction
The Kurulas
I've always been blessed to have good neighbors. All the horror stories I've read online about yelling Karen's and creepy Carl's were never true for me. The Mendoza's right next door always shared their cooking, and with my nonexistent self control, I never said no to the huge carbs in their neighborhood famous enchiladas de pollo. The Hoang's the next street over on Elman's didn't mind everyone mispronouncing their last name. Every time I messed up, Miss Lorena Hoang would just say, "You're at least trying". But if you forced me to say, I would say that the only neighbors I didn't think fondly of was the Kurula's that lived in the mansion in the woods. Adam and Priya Kurula were social only when needed, it felt like. Which is fine, I should say, not everyone needs to be at the door ready to socialize twenty four hours a day.
By Jacob Harold4 years ago in Fiction
Silverwings and Small One
I have never in my life liked humans, or human children; a fact that still stands true today. Humans are filthy, loud, disgusting creatures, and their offspring are even louder and filthier. It is for this reason that I chose my Dwelling-Place as far from humans as possible. My forest was once a calm, quiet place; filled with fatted deer good for hunting, and clean, clear water for drinking and swimming in. I very much like the water, as it cools my scales when my Spark grows too hot. If I had it my way, I would curl up in the bottom of my Pool and lie there forever... but Small One would never allow it.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Beetle, The Burning (Chapter 1, Draft 1)
Ancient bones hold strong, despite the pains brought by dropping barometric pressure. It was a cool day, which he did not like. He had just eaten and needed the heat to help his digestion. Mist kissed his keeled, mottled scales and wove through the woods. Something was in the air. Something else.
By Elisabeth Balmon4 years ago in Fiction
Songs Forbidden
Songs Forbidden Chapter 1: Chaos When you’re young, it’s easy to believe things have always been as they are and will remain as such, for all of eternity. Yet, eventually the god of change comes for us all, teaching us that nothing was ever or will ever be stable. Stability is an illusion, a delusion of mortal creatures.
By Rebecca Keene4 years ago in Fiction
