Horror
The Cuckoo in the Dragon’s Nest
It began on a cold night, in the last days of winter, when a pale moon shown on white snows soon to melt. A shadow, darker than any cloud flew across the sky. It was a dragon, green and great. Her leathery wings barely beat the air as she glided, circling far and wide. Food was scarce, and the baby was hungry.
James SammonsPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Cuckoo in the Dragon's Nest
It began on a cold night, in the last days of winter, when a pale moon shown on white snows soon to melt. A shadow, darker than any cloud flew across the sky. It was a dragon, green and great. Her leathery wings barely beat the air as she glided, circling far and wide. Food was scarce, and the baby was hungry.
James SammonsPublished about a year ago in FictionBlackberry Devil
It has been thirty nights since the breaking and still, the boy’s sleep is shallow. He does not sleep as he once did; ensconced in warmth and love, deep in the black canyon of uninterrupted slumber, where dreams cannot reach. The wind’s bite makes him flinch. A winter’s chill settles in his bones, pushes past even thick blankets of ferns.
Connor Riley SmithPublished about a year ago in FictionWalker in the Wood
Pyrrax awoke with a start, eyes darting around the wood. The Calarian red dragon swore he had heard the distinct sound of a twig snapping under the foot of an approaching creature. He stood, stretching his wings to their full span, then exhaled, producing a jet of steam from each nostril that danced and dissipated in the light of the full moon.
D.P. OlsonPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Orphan
“If you haven’t read Rewinder, please do.” “Before we float away… there are a few moments to which we will rewind the circle of life that we have traversed. The sins we repent, the happiness, the sadness… every single bit of what made us what we were shall be re-lived. But don’t be deceived When the crossover happens, the veil unfolds… Language.. skin…eyesight… Knowledge. Everything will be at peace. For everyone equal. Everything equal. The real truth.
Sooraj ParakkattilPublished about a year ago in FictionApex
It was proud to be known as Scourge of the Vale. Who wouldn’t be? Beasts across the world knew the boundaries of its claim. None rivaled the Scourge’s size, the speed of its accursed, leathery wings, the unparalleled perception of its hooked nose. Predators in its claim survived only by leaving. And when the Scourge ate its fill, it rested in its great eyrie on the Spire. For decades, centuries. Millenia even. Until the Vale refilled with the oblivious and overconfident. Humans, usually. They were the most oblivious and overconfident. Prey mammals would be drawn to the overflowing foliage of the claim. Predators would follow. Then, the feast began.
Jordan BermanPublished about a year ago in FictionDragons Don't Breathe Fire
The child would die of course. That much was obvious. Baanm the dragon knew this, as dragons do. "I breathe fire, and I know things." He'd often said to whoever would listen. Though, he didn't actually breathe fire.
Darcy KliewerPublished about a year ago in FictionWhy 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.
Aden PolydorosPublished about a year ago in FictionScales and Steel
The terrestrial globe that we have become accustomed to calling Ailoon knew for thousands of years the hatred that existed between two of its largest congregations of Humans who wandered the length and breadth of the continent of Ei: to the northwest lied the fearsome Frevoss Empire, an ever-changing and resilient nation, due to the inadequacy of its inhabitants in the use of the Magical Arts; to the southeast stood the Reitian Federation, an economically stable, proactive nation, kind with its states. The latter, thanks to its - albeit sparse – armies of sorcerers and healers, managed to take back the territories that the Empire took away from it in order to compete with it in the maritime market.
Tana CrimsonPublished about a year ago in FictionIphigenia
The first rays of sun illuminate the woods around the clearing, shrinking the pools of shadows that had covered the tribe’s hunters. Nelaust looks around, adjusting his eyes to see dozens of men crouched beneath the trees and in the brush. Light filters down through the trees and more appear, their nocturnal hiding spots exposed by the sun. The clearing is surrounded, dozens of spear points glinting in the sun as each group moves into their position.
Ben JerichoPublished about a year ago in FictionDwelling Malevolence
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Cordell HicksPublished about a year ago in FictionTrials of Apprehension
"HELLPPP!" yelled another voice from the scanning room. If it wasn't for the bold primary-colored magazines, mini waterfall tumbling over plastic rocks and Sally smiling away behind the counter one might think themselves in a horror film.
Branden KerrPublished about a year ago in Fiction