Fantasy
Burned to Beta
Lynexia watched out the window as they left the gas station. They continued the journey through the western state. Around Little Rock Arkansas, she turned from the window and curled into herself. Changing scenery broke her heart more and more. She closed her eyes and allowed the tears to lull her to sleep. Just before Memphis, Ginger entered the bedroom and woke the young female up. “Lynexia, we are going to be stopping soon. You should get out and walk around a little bit.” She suggested. Lynexia laid there not speaking. “I know that it is hard for you to leave your home behind. I did when I married Xavier. I lived all my life in Oklahoma. I remember the changing scents in the air and the changing land. I was happy on the way so it was a little easier. Didn’t make it not hurt. I knew that my life would change. Xavier had just been made Alpha and I was still young. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to lead a pack or ready to become a mother. There was a lot of uncertainty for me back then, but I found my place and a family that I wouldn’t trade for the world. You will find things that you never expected with my pack. I really hope that you will find happiness in your new home. You don’t have to worry, no matter what you are a member of the pack and will be a part of us for as long as you wish.” Ginger assured me. “I don’t know how to be happy anymore. I don’t know what I could find in Tennessee. I know that Alrik feels a certain way about me and I don’t know what to make of it.” Lynexia responded.
By Samantha Shaffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Risen
I ran as fast as I could through the woods lit only by the queen of the sky herself. The moon was full and accompanied by millions of stars as she watched silently at the scene beneath her. Though the moon was bright I still found myself struggling on the uneven ground; I tried my hardest to keep my footing from catching the finger-like roots of the dying trees around me as they reached for the sky begging her for help. Whatever happened here killed everything and covered the entire forest in a thick mist. What could do this? Why? Even at lightning speed I was still terrified my pursuer would catch up to me. All I could hear was its massive body slam into the earth as it lunged after me, but then I heard a new noise.
By Sofia Barnett4 years ago in Fiction
Freakish Fatherhood of Milen
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The mist rose from it in dancing billows and puffs, easily seen across the flat expanse half a mile away. This suggested the dragons were currently there. With luck they would all be hibernating, packed together for warmth.
By Aylya Mayze4 years ago in Fiction
The Three Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My father said this as he stroked his greying beard. We were both gazing out at the golden hills below us. We were high above the ground in a wooden gazebo. This place was a sanctuary to our forefathers. The walls were lined with stone tablets with markings to remember our forefathers. A wooden bowl of fruit sat on the low table and a kettle was heating up above a charcoal grill.
By Noel Elijah Vazquez4 years ago in Fiction
Burned to Beta
Lynexia sat at the alpha’s table while the others ate. She didn’t want to eat nor did she want to be there. The Alpha and his Luna had asked that she join them for dinner. Lynexia thought that declining would be disrespectful. These people had agreed to take her in when they really didn’t have to. All around were conversations. When the others would address her, Lynexia would nod, give a weak smile, or monsolavic responses. Everyone understood that she was going through a hard time, even though they worried they did not push her to be more engaging.
By Samantha Shaffer4 years ago in Fiction
How dragons came to the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Of course there were creatures that came down from the mountains or out from the depths of the rainforest, but certainly nothing you would call a Dragon. Dragons are rare creatures, capable of sustained flight, extraordinary breath, and in possession of biological characteristics that make them the master of their environment. No, there were not always dragons in the Valley.
By Rhys Davies4 years ago in Fiction
