Young Adult
Whoops! I Unleashed Dragons on the World
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. My brothers had it all under control, that was how they earned their Godhood, that was how I lost my chance of becoming a god. Those monsters came and my brothers just - sort of - took them just like that and enslaved them. For good.
By Kaylee Long4 years ago in Fiction
Amber Light, Emerald Twilight
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Though the tales and stories told would imply that dragons existed in our distant past where knights slew them for glory and fame. But those stories are myths and adventures that stimulate the young minds of children. To inspire their imagination and paint the world as something magical and worthwhile. To encourage little ones to either be a knight able to take on the world or a damsel in distress where the knight sweeps in to save her and bestow unending love. When she was a young girl and told she would meet one of these legendary beings one day, the anticipation would have frozen the breath in her lungs, and the thought of a knight coming to the rescue would infuse her being with mounting excitement. However, the reality was far from anything they had imagined.
By Jasmine S.4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Ridge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least, that's what I've been told. Very few people left in our village remember the days when the dragons ruled from their keeps in the mountains around us, paying us no mind as we adhered to their reign.
By Kevin Bomely4 years ago in Fiction
The Name: Chapter 1
Hephzibah sobbed in relief as she held her newborn daughter in her trembling arms. The father, Naresh, with tears rolling down his cheeks in joy, gently brushed the child’s face with the tips of his fingers. The midwife bustled around the room, searching for the sprigs of sage she brought to bless the baby with. The proper herbs must be administered at the proper times, along with the proper proverbs. These precautions would ward off the Daemoni and protect the child from their evil influences.
By Isla Griswald4 years ago in Fiction
Ice in the Desert
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley had once been an unofficial part of the Imperial Highway, where thousands of people would travel monthly to get to their destination. Carved out of the glittering summer stone that made up the expansive landscape, it was as beautiful as it was daunting. With its impossibly high cavernous walls and ever expansive tunnels and pathways, it was said to be the perfect protection between hungry beast and ruthless bandit. Perhaps that is why the dragons favoured it so.
By Shauna James4 years ago in Fiction
Norwalk the Wizard
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Now there was a new one every day, looking lost, confused, and turning an odd black color. The old wizard squinted his eyes and stared into the distant forest, some of it black now, instead of the beautiful green it used to be before his spell went wrong. He blinked and nodded at a dragon passing by when a strange sound could be heard in the bushes behind him. Curious, he turned to see a pair of deep, green eyes looking at him, darting behind the bush to hide when he looked over at the creature.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
Jade sat at the edge of the rocks watching the waves crash into each other. She always loved sitting here watching the sun rise. The way the sky would change into those magnificent colors of orange, purples and blues. Birds would always call to one another in the sky around her.
By Elizabeth Holden4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardians of Time
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley," I began. Three tiny faces stared at me. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and heads tilted. These children weren’t even born yet when the dragons arrived. They didn't know life without them. They didn't know what it was like to see flowers bursting with reds, oranges, and pinks. To taste fruit freshly picked from the vine. To walk through the valley and run their fingers over the top of waving grass as a cool breeze washed over them. All they knew was char and fire, the dark gray that covered the smoldering valley floor, and the holes carved into the sides of the mountains to make the dragons’ caves.
By Trey Watkins Media4 years ago in Fiction
