Fantasy
The Crystal Odyssey
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They circled high in the sky, protectors of the great black obelisk peeking ominously from within the dark gray storm clouds perpetually spinning around it. Its arrival was sudden. Loud cracks of thunder and flashes of blue and white lightning accompanied it. The storm had erupted with such ferocity it framed the night sky like daylight.
By Clayton Pelton4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The night was growing colder. The rain was beginning its descent, slow and soft for now, but soon it would quickly become a full downpour. Dain knew he had to move fast. Soon the beast's trail would be lost to the elements, and that's something that the hunter refused to let happen.
By Austin Vredenburg 4 years ago in Fiction
The Anxious Hero, Chapter 3
Content warning: The fact that this story features an under-18 protagonist does not mean that it is necessarily suitable for younger kids. It contains strong profanity, sexual humor, significant violence, and depictions of bigotry by unlikable characters.
By Charles Boyd4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Lair
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Really there wasn’t much of anything in the Valley: churches mostly. The bigger Catholic churches with their stained-glass windows offset the smaller, more plain Protestant buildings. The name on the map, if you could find it, was Glimmer Valley, but that seemed too fussy to the church flocks who did most of the voting and the talking. Calling it anything but “the Valley” marked you as an outsider, which was largely unwelcome by the masses. Once a nice sit-down diner tried to put down roots, right between two white chapels. The parishioners quickly ran them out when they found out they were selling Coca-Cola, which was surely somehow endorsed by the Devil. Really, there wasn’t much of anything in the Valley. Until Mikhail and his nephew Magnus arrived.
By Claudia Neaves4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonguard
Battlefield By: E. Chancey There weren’t always dragons in the valley. At least, that was what people believed. A common tale that had often become fact around the fireplace. When the hearth stories were told of the great protectors of the Dragonguard and how they had come to Wardhaven. The stories tell of summer days when field hands are interrupted at their tasks by villainous attackers. Or fall harvests where rampaging brigands demanded money and loot from townspeople. Yet another version has enemy soldiers forcing people from their homes in the dead of winter so they might have a warm place to ride out the cold season.
By Elizabeth Chancey4 years ago in Fiction
Elleka
Day 14 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley so this gigantic beast weakened my limbs. The beast was confined in a glass cube the size of my two storey house, and the guards presided over an arena four metres above the dragon’s cage. I looked at the sky and could not tell how long I had been brought to this land. I had tried counting the days by memorising the sun’s movements, but all I could see was a black sky from my prison cell. So I write this first entry as day 14, because I've been here for (I guess) two weeks.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets and betrayal
There weren't always dragons in the Valley where faeries and magic kept a hidden fountain of eternal healing. Queen Vashti knew that story quite well. She envisioned the dangers fast approaching their peaceful fortified stronghold. Plans were being formulated in her mind as she watched her husband Magnon, king of the formidable dragon kingdom of Zalakon. For as he paced back and forth along the glistening marbled terrace high above the vast palace of the dragons, his mind was in turmoil of again facing an upheaval and an uncalled for war.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
