Fantasy
The Dragon Within
[email protected] THE DRAGON WITHIN BY JESUS NIEVES CHAPTER 1 THERE WEREN'T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY “There weren't always dragons in the valley. The days of marveling at the skies are long gone. The dragons birthed from evil are said to be the offspring of the devil. A new breed of dragons has infested our existence. Death is the smell you wake up to; the rotted burnt flesh and the fear that suffocates us all. The dragons rule all the land and sky. The humans have gone hiding below ground. To walk the land is to accept death. The ones who are still alive are hunted by them”. Felix “the Death hand” Griffin.
By Jesus Nieves4 years ago in Fiction
To Claim One's Part of the Future
Casted said, “The Elves don’t produce mithril as a product. They use what they produce just to make items. Then those items are auctioned. They have no formal sales structure. Nothing is incorporated. We can make Mithril as a product, apply for a patent, and have exclusive rights for seven years.”
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the Valley: Chapter Two
Reeva was doing her best to hide behind a small thicket of trees. She had left the village in the early hours of the morning, setting off just as the sun rose. It had been a beautiful day; there had been a soft mist lying gently across the lower reaches as she began her journey, which had given way to beautiful sunshine during the long trek into the depths of the valley. It was a mild day, and Reeva hadn't needed the scarf Berta had insisted she take. Still, though... she couldn't help but feel that she would have enjoyed it more if she hadn't been walking towards almost certain death. She had mused on this while she ate her lunch, a traveller's fare of dried goat meat from Winfar, the goat-herder, and a small block of cheese. Pessimistically, she hadn't packed much in the way of food; what was the point? She doubted there would be a return journey.
By Robyn Ostler4 years ago in Fiction
Deren's Road
Willowdell Stables rested at the bottom of a great swell of golden land, in a sheltered vale spotted generously with oak and willow. A gentle stream flowed from the northern slopes, winding lazily through the tree-shaded pastures. Over a dozen horses and several long-horned cows grazed contentedly in the morning sun.
By Deyna Dodds4 years ago in Fiction
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
Lord Markand drank his tea and wondered when and how he began to endure Scribe Daniels. Every morning the business of the district was marked by this peevish man. Markand questioned his thought that it was only because of Alan. Brigg Markand was a learned man of the people and he knew that he could endure the scribe. Unlike his father, he was capable enough to have a choice though. Damned if the man purposely made errors just to test him. He had to admit that this was better than training a new scribe, even if he had to read after the man.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
Here There Be Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The dragons had been banned from the valley by High Princess Edinna upon her ascension to the throne of Cathara. Needless to say, the good folk of the valley weren't exactly pleased with her proclamation.
By James Seado4 years ago in Fiction
Gateway Hotel
It had been a glorious hotel when it was built in 1850 during Queen Victoria’s reign, even though it resided in the United States. The Civil War took its toll on the structure as it was converted to a hospital for the Yankees in Columbus, Ohio. The ballroom was filled to capacity with wounded, hotel rooms were converted to different wards for surgery, quarantining, officers, and enemy. When the war was finished, the damage to the hotel physically and mentally was astounding. It changed owners so many times, that repairs were neglected and wildlife found sanctuary in the guest rooms instead of humans.
By MaryLei Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Paradise, part two
Walking through the forest without worrying that someone in the village is following me is nice. Most everyone keeps out of there unless they are in dragon form or hunting. They are still afraid that the enemy nest will find us. Too bad for them. The woods are a stunning sight.
By Amethyst Champagne4 years ago in Fiction








