Fantasy
The Huntress
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” “Hmm?” Jackie faced the window. A dark cloud of smoke billowed through the white clouds. Bursts of fire soon followed. The roars of the beasts sounded like thunder but more deadly. She felt her insides vibrate with each roar.
By Tamara Golden4 years ago in Fiction
Warden's Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. From what little information she was able to extract from the ship’s crew, Alina knew that the region used to be inhabited by Titankin; powerful beings that embodied the traits of their Titan creators. Terran such as her had somehow managed to expand their borders until only the most treacherous and inhospitable regions remained outside their influence. Were it not for the attack on her village, she likely would have dismissed the legends as stories just as so many others had. Yet here she was, on the edge of nowhere, intending to travel into a land of beasts and bandits. And, of course, dragons. She stared at the snowcapped mountains as they clawed at the sky above, cutting through clouds as they passed overhead. Somewhere in those mountains was the person that could help her.
By Jason Kolls4 years ago in Fiction
Branded
There weren’t always Dragons in The Valley. No, Reva refused to give up on that hope: that once, long ago, her home and people had been free and ungoverned by their deathless eyes. That The Valley hadn’t always been doused in the stench of terror and obedience. It hadn’t always worked quietly and functioned in whispers. It hadn’t always been victim to the whim of those people, but they could hardly be called that.
By Bec Cumming4 years ago in Fiction
Enter the Final Distortion
There weren't always dragons in the valley. No, the stories of beings raining the very power of the sun to smite their foes, and breathing life into the very stone upon which you stand are fancies. Great fictions upon which a the grandest of equalisers had wished upon the World that she came from.
By Luke Gribble4 years ago in Fiction
Mercy
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Elai had heard occasional reports of dragons stealing livestock during lean winters, but those occurrences were rare and always happened in the shadow of the mountains. Hunters knew not to venture too high and to always travel in groups–dragons were skittish and avoided large hunting parties, though no one wanted to test them without good reason. Elai couldn’t remember a time when dragons were spotted in the heart of the valley.
By Aisling Door4 years ago in Fiction
Moonbreak
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what the elders told us. As long as I’d been alive the dragons had held unwavering reign over the jagged, snow-tipped peaks and all that lay below. Their piercing screams could be heard at any hour for any reason that we could surmise, and their keen teeth and claws were a constant threat to any living creature within their territory.
By Haley Brigger4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of Death Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sure, we’ve always had lizards of some kind – but that’s expected for a desert like Death Valley. But actual, fantastical dragons? Never. Before, I was even certain there hadn’t been dragons anywhere at any time. And yet Death Valley National Park was infested with them, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen.
By Jack Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Third Brother
Prologue Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Noble forced his painfully swollen eyes to crack open wondering why his brother’s words echoed in his brain. Every square inch of his body cried out in agony. As he tried to relieve the cramping in his shoulders, he realized he couldn’t move a muscle and a mudslide of dread and comprehension seeped into his mind.
By Michael Luning4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Dragons Flames
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Totally my bad, but if I had to do it again, I wouldn't do anything different. I was on my way home from work when I heard the news report on the radio about an alter that appeared out of nowhere between two mountains in the Ozarks. The news had barely registered as anything serious as my day had been long, fielding calls from upset clients complaining that their phones were stuck on an update screen. I thought I had just tuned to one of those conspiracy talk shows. "Whatever," I think, "Might as well listen to this until I get home."
By Jenna Curry4 years ago in Fiction
