Fantasy

Dragon Slayer
There weren't always dragons in the valley, only the small gray ones, specifically, the three gray ones that were the offspring of the great dragon, Narsis.
By FLINX4 years ago in Fiction
Night of the Shrouded Curse
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren't always dragon tamers riders, or Magik Users either. In Eldpriire, it was usual to see werepeople, vampires, and the other "freaky" outsiders. However, there were no dragons. In Eldpriire, if you heard of a dragon, it was likely a rumor. You were born here in the Valley, and you died here in the Valley. It was like there was some curse on us. People couldn't leave, and the only people that could come in was one seemingly every few weeks, maybe once a month, and it was to die.
By Caiden Bernhard4 years ago in Fiction
Hatch
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But even before they arrived, the Valley was an ugly smear of land, crowded with old bones, choked by older curses. The dragons hadn’t come to the Valley because they found it appealing. They had come purely out of a sense of impending doom.
By John Mark Adkison4 years ago in Fiction
Burning the Dragon's Tongue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. To most, they were mythical beasts’ things only found in fairytales and in the imagination, or that’s what was believe. But my clan knew better. We’ve known for thousands of years. About a hundred years ago a group of the beasts rose from their shadowy realm and made themselves known to the people. And declared themselves the secret protectors of our realm who now wished to make themselves known to us and enlighten us about their will to create a brighter future. To rebuild a perfect world. Many were amazed and believed that this was a blessing and that we would now have true lasting peace in our time.
By Joy4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. During the many long hours Aleina had spent painting the landscape, she had toyed with dozens of possibilities for the denizens of the boulder strewn valley beyond the narrow canyon in the foreground. She had almost settled on harpies when a sudden feeling of recklessness overtook her, and she began to fill the valley with dragons. They hunched among the boulders and jagged rocks, their rough, battle-worn scales blending in with the stone. They perched high on the walls of the canyon, surveying the terrain below like massive gargoyles and unleashing torrents of white-hot fire from their mouths. They dove and wheeled in the blue sky overhead, ridden by strange spindly figures wielding poleaxes and longbows.
By Patrick Rawdon Hoagland4 years ago in Fiction
Children of the Moon
THERE WEREN'T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY. In fact, before the summer moon, there wasn't a living soul that had seen one. Tonight, there were two of them. Nawgua could smell their scent on the cool breeze brushing against his face. He could not see them yet from his perch among the full moon cliffs, but they were there and still drawing nearer. He had to warn the clans, but he didn't want to draw the dragons' attention to his.
By Eric Wegner4 years ago in Fiction
Smoke, Ash and Dust
Chapter 1 “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley!” yelled Sarid slamming his half drunken pint of rum on the table. “And we’re doomed unless someone finds the power of the Ancients. Damn the king!”
By Eric Richards4 years ago in Fiction
Farmhand's Darkness
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Nolbert remembered this as the smell of charred wood wafted into his nose again. He looked down at his hands which were covered in soot, dirt, and blotches of crusted blood, considering whose blood was on his hands, and what had happened. Was it from his own raw hands, or maybe from his right arm that was cut this morning? Could it have been his friend’s blood from yesterday? Maybe that old woman he tried to save that afternoon? Maybe it was from… no… he dare not think of it… His head was pounding from what had happened. It was only a few days ago he thought he was safe, and he thought he was bored helping his family with the farm. He actually thought that he would take it over Bailey's, his girlfriend, father’s farm, assuming that they got married. Nolbert clenched his hands together as he sat against the cold stone brick wall, memories flooding back. His thoughts finally stopped but only because he had to lean over to his right to throw up again. He allowed himself a brief look around to see the burnt, crushed houses of the only town he ever knew. Most aflame currently, but he couldn't look up for long before his head started spinning and throbbing again. His head had hit the wall very hard and he was just coming from that. Nolbert didn’t know how much time had passed.
By Azoknight4 years ago in Fiction
Engraved
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In the time of King Strow, the valley was home to an assortment of exotic flowers— their beauty known well across the kingdom.
By Lauren Malton4 years ago in Fiction
The Mark of Torin
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was what my mother had told me as I lay in her bed, a mere 7 years old. Our village was a tiny one, located right beneath the Valley, where the creatures decided to foster their home. As the story goes, a fallen star descended from the sky into the grassy hillside, giving life to the first of the dragons, Torin.
By Anna Marie4 years ago in Fiction
Costello - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Stopped Cato, 2nd dimension, present The wind was bitter against Cato’s skin. He squinted against the winter sunlight, his ears deaf to the screaming of the crowd.
By Emma Fischer4 years ago in Fiction
Taming the Swarm
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least not in living memory. For the past age, the Valley had been seeded with the most impossibly vibrant wildflowers—handpicked from the most obscure and inaccessible corners of the world. Nowhere could claim to rival the biodiversity found in the Onora Valley.
By Eric Goodman4 years ago in Fiction