Fantasy
Midnight and Fyre
Arcania was an exceptionally beautiful dragonian land. It's new conceptual age of domed and unusual architecture was a marvelous creation . The dwellers here were of many varied shades of loveliness. Green, pink, red, purple, yellow, black, gold, white tinted and variegated colored dragons of every comprehensible hue and tone basked in it's happy grandeur. Many magical and happy thunders and flocks who lived and thrived contentedly in their little slice of paradise, found great peace existing here with each other.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
An Excellent Stretch
I emerged from my slumber a new dragon. I have no real clue as to how long I'd slept. It was a substantial amount of time, however, because outside my ancient cavern a forest had sprung up where none had been before. I don't know much about trees (except that they burn very nicely), but these looked to be hundreds of years old. At least. Perhaps a thousand years. I don't really know.
By Joe Moreland4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon-Girl
For those who lived in Casabonir, the tragic story of Princess Laegath was as ingrained as a nightly prayer. While not taught in schools or embedded in the pages of storybooks, the princess's story was a classic, grievous legend: kidnapped as a baby, left as a sacrifice in The Field of Dragons, never to be seen again.
By Madi Scruggs4 years ago in Fiction
The Scales of Splendor-Chapter 8: Courage of a Lionness
Green tactical screens illuminated on the printed rifle. Ammunition, navigation, and a health bar all glowed with intensity in her visor. Leola fired. She had seen a column of Hests. She commanded her unit to lay down suppressive fire. She ran forth, her mind stinging with the rigor of battle.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The Third Salvation
Arn’s legs began to buckle as he angled down the shallow embankment towards his newly desired prize. The river, flowing with purpose as it formed white peaks amongst the unending current, snaked across the belly of the valley, zagging past mighty maples that clung to natural dirt walls that guided crystal clear snow melt towards the distant sea.
By Matthew Agnew4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Chapter I The marauding hordes of Jikininki, dead humans who still had partial brain function, were approaching. They possessed an insatiable hunger for living flesh. The Jikininki throng, driven forward by humans called Beast Masters who controlled them, crested the hills protecting Tranquility. Only the Indestructible Legion was powerful enough to repel the Army of the Soulless, and no one had seen them near Tranquility in decades.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Heartbeat
Never are they intent on changing their ways…and yet it is we who are called the beasts of the world. Mahlka craned her neck low, her narrowed green eyes gazing out at a grim display of violence. Clouds were layered densely through the evening sky, smothering the sight of the stars and nearly causing her to blindly crash into the land. Had she not the keen senses of one so old and knowledgeable, she may very well have painted herself as part of the portrait before her. If only that same luck could have been shared in abundance.
By Lucas Stringer4 years ago in Fiction
