Fantasy
Remnant Of Flame
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." The old man said, carefully placing his now empty mug on the counter before him. He blinked at the watching tavern keeper with wet red rimmed eyes and shook his head. "Once, when I was but a lad and the old king still lived, the valley was home to the Aelfin. And, if you traveled there, they'd grant your fondest wish."
By Lesley Woodral4 years ago in Fiction
Valley Security
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But those of us in charge of valley security at the CSS knew the exact date the first dragon report came in. Before that date, the political landscape of the Cauzmic Kingdoms was a disaster. Each village was at war with all the villages near it and each kingdom had enemies everywhere.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Duskwood: My AI Pt 1
Hello friends! This is the first time I’ll be writing a full-length story instead of a smaller research piece! If you haven’t heard of me, my name is Jess, and I go by AGoreJessStone online. I’ve been a research journalist for the past five years, with a focus on games and entertainment. Now, if you haven’t read anything I’ve published before, don’t worry! You don’t need any of that to partake in the adventure I am taking you on this time!
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Thief
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At least, that was the rumour. Old yarns spun by the eldest in the village as they sucked on their pipes. Some called them lucky. But more still were bitter. Complaining, as folk of their vintage were wont to do.
By Casey J Keogh4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there was always dragon eggs. Sometimes a human could stumble across an egg, so big and bright, heat radiating off its surface. Sometimes, the egg would be cold to the touch, meaing that the egg lost its heat and there as no helping the baby inside.
By Alexandra Maldonado4 years ago in Fiction
WAR OF THE SEVEN HILLS
The Gathering There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Yet something afoul and sinister is moving beyond the jungle brush. They are being followed. Whatever it may be, remains hidden in the darkness, yet there is an odor in the air, unlike any he has ever sensed before, drifting faintly past his nose. With a torch in hand, he strays away from his party to further investigate. Staring into the darkness, he was sensing a presence, but nothing more can he detect. Two of his companions walk up behind him, standing with their spears at the ready. After a few moments, he slowly turns and rejoins the group of warriors on their somber journey to the meeting place. As the men moved further down the trail, a pair of glowing red eyes appear in the area that the young warrior was staring at with such intensity.
By Richard Hal Davis4 years ago in Fiction
