Historical

Wicked Delights
It’s strange how some things can seem so beautiful and gentle in one light, and yet so ugly and cruel in another. A forest might seem pleasant and inviting in the daytime with sunlight cascading through the breaches of the canopy to form amber shafts of heaven. Perhaps the trees would shake ever so slightly in the wind, rattling their arbor amusement at Mother Nature’s kind breath. In the night however that same forest might appear unsettling, what with the crescent moon peaking through the branches that now leered over those who would travel their lands in the hours of the unwaking.
By Jacob Sola4 years ago in Fiction
Time-locked
It was always a huge blast of wind swept, tornadic weather that kept the two thunderous figures seemingly together and also, apart. The large beast seemed to thrive in intense heat or cold, especially high winds and large waves of sea air.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
the monkey's wedding
In a gust of wild wind, the gecko on my hand had transformed into my Sweetie, with her grey scales morphing into that teal tail, indigo coat and violet eyes, she shifted into her dragon's suit before me and swept us away in a static spark, disguised as a fly to the average human eye.
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Fiction
The Path
England, 1205: Very few could tell you how the dragon war began. Truthfully not many still remembered, so long had it been raging.
By Michael Coffey4 years ago in Fiction
Why There Are No More Dragons In Holy Russia
Over the years, the dragon’s paper wings had crumpled and torn at the membranes, the skin fusing to itself like the waterlogged folds of a desecrated scroll.
By Aden Polydoros4 years ago in Fiction
The Test of Aeralius
Prologue The damp walls of the mine loomed around Aeralius. A small beam of light was coming through a shaft in the ceiling. It was just enough light to see by, but Aeralius was used to it. The toddler had lived in the mine as long as he remembered. His mother was talking to another woman, but Aeralius was not listening to her words.
By Alex van Leijden4 years ago in Fiction
The Foundling and His Keeper
It looked rather like a dog. It was about that size, at least, and crawled on four legs. It wore a wrought iron collar, which chafed so that the soft hide below its jaw had all shed and lymph sat slick on the raw flesh. That bothered it little now. Now its fetter was broken, and embers were on the air. It was cold, but the winter chill held small sway. The season was dry and dead leaves sat in tall heaps like the bulbs of an hourglass on the forest floor, growing all the time. The whole thing was poised to go up. Tinder for a thousand-thousand oak trunks swirling into one unending firestorm. It had to get out. Flames were something it had never mastered. It had shunned fire ever since its skin blistered under the hot brand behind the auction block. Fire was something to be feared and certainly was an unwelcome sight even as it crackled from the wagons of the covetous menfolk in disarray behind it. “Away” was the only thought that hung in its mind. Upwind and quickly.
By Andrés4 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas Wedding
A CHRISTMAS WEDDING CHAPTER 1 Aurora turned from one side of her bed to the other; she could barely catch a wink of sleep. Her thoughts would not let her even if she wanted to, something about her had changed. A spark had been ignited. She would not understand how she had been so affected by a stranger she met in the woods.
By Very Sweet Romance 4 years ago in Fiction
Forever Christmas Love
FOREVER CHRISTMAS LOVE CHAPTER 1 Lady Madeline Fitzroy stepped back from the gold candle stand on the mantel after the tiny flame wavered into a burning light joining the other scented candles to illuminate the bedchamber. This casted a glow on her raven silky hair, giving the bedchamber that nostalgic Beachwood vetiver and sea spray driftwood smell.
By Very Sweet Romance 4 years ago in Fiction
Forever Christmas Love
FOREVER CHRISTMAS LOVE CHAPTER 1 Lady Madeline Fitzroy stepped back from the gold candle stand on the mantel after the tiny flame wavered into a burning light joining the other scented candles to illuminate the bedchamber. This casted a glow on her raven silky hair, giving the bedchamber that nostalgic Beachwood vetiver and sea spray driftwood smell.
By Very Sweet Romance 4 years ago in Fiction
A New Holiday Season
A NEW HOLIDAY SEASON CHAPTER 1 Gregory Moordale stared at the high walls that surrounded the hall. They were covered in caper lilies, like he had requested. He looked down from the stairs and assessed the hall. The staff had done it justice. Its entire ambience was befitting of Christmas, the duke’s favorite time of the year. There were popcorn strings, stockings over a beautiful fireplace, a giant gingered cookie house and even an attention commanding tree right in the middle of the hall. If there was one thing the Duke of Birmingham knew how to do, it was throw a ball. Not just any ball, the one that would be the talk of the ton for many a night.
By Very Sweet Romance 4 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Delivery
THE CHRISTMAS DELIVERY CHAPTER 1 Choices, they say, are like human brains, even when we are confronted by the most difficult situations, we still have them. Unfortunately, not everyone acknowledges this sheer fact.
By Very Sweet Romance 4 years ago in Fiction