Fantasy

Jinrui no Keshin
Before the birth of the known universe, and the concept of time, existed a powerful primordial being. The embodiment of darkness itself. The being could also be described as the canvas, on which the multiverse was created. Spawned from this entity, were 10 offspring in it's likeness. The primordial aspects of darkness and evil, that would go on to spread pandemonium across worlds.
By Chris Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. There were rumors they were in the mountains, but no one in the valley now, had ever seen one.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
Quest of Hope (2)
I fixed my eyes on the pouch in Calian’s hand, the sun causing the worn leather to glow. For a pause, there wasn’t a sound aside from our breathing. Mine, deep and steady, his tense and uneven. I moved my gaze to his face, and an odd feeling settled in my chest when our eyes met. He had dark brown eyes, though they glittered amber in the light of the sun. They were very emotional… I hadn’t known that humans could show that much emotion. The ones that had attacked the mountain fortress had been cloaked in armor and helmets, their faces indiscernible.
By Lin Corey4 years ago in Fiction
Siron Dion
Siron was dead and those sons of dogs were sailing the Vaingelion free and clear, Gods only know where. Damn them to depths.
By The Beornings4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonmerde
There weren't always dragons in the Valley; it used to be a peaceful, well regulated place. Oh yes, unicorn scat and pixie dust were a bit of a problem (pixie dust does get into every crevice), but nothing to compare to the great piles of dragon poo littering the fields and byways. Why Farmer John lost an entire field of potatoes, buried under a great flap of dragon dung. And it's a shame dragon scat has no fertilizing properties, it hardens to stone and blights everything around it for several meters.
By Kathy Belville4 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Kingdom
Chapter One Duskfront, Udorst, 1st, 793 I was slithering through my home town made from bamboo stone and ebony iron walls. I am a dracaenae dragon kin hybrid. My mother is a dracaenae while my father is a dragon kin. I suddenly bumped into someone and fell to my knees. When I looked up I saw a breathtaking naga with his long white hair, red eyes, white tail and dressed in a really expensive tunic. He is prince Kritar of Harutia the land we are in right now. I got and bowed while saying.
By Margo Starnes4 years ago in Fiction
To Become A Werewolf
Angelina It wasn’t meant to happen. For twenty years or so, I'd repressed my desires and prevented the worst from happening. I’d learned to manage it, my secret, and the forces within me.
By A. Cuthbert4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of the Valley
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley…" Were the last words I heard my Mother say before one of the infernal beasts swallowed her whole, and that was 15 years ago. Earth has changed a lot in the last one hundred years or so, it has been difficult to keep an acccurate account of the passage of time in the years since The Great Hatching. On the day the earth split open, and the Dragons burst forth in incredible numbers, The governments of the world went into a mass panic. After a month of intense fighting and devastation on a global scale, they chose to launch their Nuclear arsenal in a desperation move, hoping at best for a form of mutually assured destruction. It didnt work. Man's cleansing fire was catastrophically ineffective when it mattered most, it had horrifying unintentional consequences. While the smaller creatures were disintegrated, the larger, older, and most dangerous of the horde absorbed the energies, mutating into something more horrifying. Beasts the size of Battleships were now Colossal Titans, large enough to cast shadows over cities. A second unexpected consequence, but much more beneficial, was that the barriers that had once separated the Magical world from the mundane were shattered by Mans Devastation. Understanding the threat the Draconic menace posed to the remaining citizens of the planet, the Elves and Dwarves who had been living in secret for a Millenium opened their cities and their fortresses to the human survivors. My family had been part of a settlement of Humans that had spent several decades surviving in the "Valley" in a futile act of defiance. No amount of copulation and child rearing could replace the numbers we would lose every year to the Monsters and the Dragon attacks. Our settlement only able to survive thanks to healthy trade arrangements with nearby magical communities, providing us with Magic imbued Weapons to allow us to defend ourselves. After my home was burned to the ground by one of the Five Terrors - Beasts so large and powerful that others of their ilk bow to them in subservience, myself and the other children were taken in by a group that called themselves The Wardens, an organization of elves, men, and halfbreeds who have devoted themselves to patrolling the trade routes as well as escorting any who wish to the safety of the nearest magical stronghold. 15 years after the death of my Mother, my sister Alexandra and I are now full-fledged Wardens in our own right, sworn to uphold the teachings of The Watchtower, our base of operations, and to defend the helpless regardless of Species, regardless of whether they belong to the alliance, after all, monsters and dragons do not differentiate between Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Demons, Celestials, Gnomes, or Centaurs. All the terrors see are food, but little did we know, the true horror was only about to begin. It was the night of my first patrol, leave the Tower and journey south to the edge of the valley, file a report with the outpost we man there, and return. A simple errand for a small band of recently promoted trainees, myself, A young elvish woman named Xariel, her halfblood brother Arthur, and another human, Thomas. We had hardly travelled 10 miles before we heard a rumbling we were all to familiar with. Anybody who had experienced devastation or combat knew the signs in the time it takes for a hummingbird to flap its wings a single time. Fireballs rained down upon us as we ran for cover, fortunate enough to find shelter under a sturdy protusion of stone large enough for the four of us. The oppressive force of large wings beating against the air kept our gaze averted as the explosion of the final fireball blossomed out of the moment of impact, a large figure strode forth, a hulking figure with the frame of a human, but the skin and face of a Dragon, brandishing a wicked blade in one hand we learned in that moment that the rumors, and our greatest fears were true. Dragons were using Humanoid beings to breed.
By Daniel Hepler4 years ago in Fiction
Ashes of Aaliyah
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley– – In fact, few of the remaining elders can still recall such a time of blissful ignorance. But blissful as it was, anyone with a bit of sense will tell you ignorance breeds in a vicious rotation of self destruction. Over time, people become possessive of their ignorance; they lose sleep and sense as they pace in front of their treasures like rabid animals, baring our teeth at the mere sight of a possible threat. They turn on their friends, their brothers, their neighbors, to preserve what they believe they have earned– especially when it is more than they deserve.
By Melle4 years ago in Fiction
Weak
Sir Rahael could see her apprehension but knew words would not alleviate her concerns. He gently took her by the hand and led Lady Andromeda to the banquet hall. The couple walked through the doors to thunderous applause. They walked through the crowd and joined the Emperor and Empress at the head table. The Emperor stood and the crowd fell silent. “Let’s welcome Sir Rahael and his new wife, Lady Andromeda of Lemia. In honor of my best friend, on her wedding day, I am bestowing a Lordship upon her husband. Lord Rahael and Lady Andromeda will be given permanent residency on the Imperial Estate. At which I expect to see them visit at least once a year.” he announced, “Congratulations to Lord and Lady of Lemia." He added and sat as the guests toasted the couple.
By Samantha Shaffer4 years ago in Fiction
Weak
An intimidating knight makes his way through an unfamiliar castle. He was in command of the Imperial Army. He and his troops were staying at the estate of Lord Sabri before they left on a massive campaign. They were on their way to the Eastern border of the Krudal Empire near the Shadow Mountains.
By Samantha Shaffer4 years ago in Fiction
Ashfall: The Sentinels
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley"…I remember hearing that once, Lyliana thought to herself. Pain from the back of her skull dulled her senses, her vision of the dark sky blurring as ash fell to her outstretched hand. Turning her hand, she smeared the ash between her fingers. The old crone Gwendolyn spoke of its history when she visited. The heat from a flame licked at her skin, causing sweat to mix with ash on her brow.
By J. S. Lemire4 years ago in Fiction