Young Adult
Beacon of Fire: Shifting Fates
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least until we showed up. However, we did agree to assume the human form to peacefully reside in Beacon Valley among the other, actual humans. There are more of them than there are dragons here, but they don’t know that we exist; that we are dragon shifters, or how to tell us apart from themselves. I've often asked myself how they don't notice our refined differences, as our eyes are most noticeably different. They are more almond-shaped, yet slightly larger, than human eyes.
By Harmony Star4 years ago in Fiction
An Introduction to Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Her father had told her of slyphs, snyx, snigs & cargots & she still scanned for them every time she searched the clouds. But she had never heard of dragons. Not until he was gone.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Age of Magic
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Once, it was occupied by humans. Weak, violent creatures set on the destruction of all magical beings. We all teamed up and overthrew the conquerors. Now, the valley and the mountains are overflowing with dragons.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Wandering Dark
You’d think in a town the size of this one girl would be able to disappear easily – or at least quickly. I need to be more careful, spells where any pleb can stumble across….Damn, missed my alley, why do all self-appointed hunters have to be so fit! On any other day, I could outpace him. But today was not any other day and I just had to wear my heavy boots to mark the occasion. Need air…. I’ll hide here for a few moments, catch my breath. No one will think to look for a witch underneath temple stairs. Wonder if they’d let me invoke the right to Sanctuary…
By J.K. Wehlow4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 2
Read Chapter 1 here Listen to this chapter here When Ayan woke up, Audeni was still asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, Ayan quietly dressed in her school uniform and went downstairs to the hotel lobby. It wasn't hard to be quiet. Ayan's foster mother had trained her and her brother, Leo, to be thieves, so Ayan had learned early how to convince a silk skirt and shirt to barely rustle, even to a fabric wizard like herself. Though that that life was behind her, old habits died hard, and she left the room without even waking Audeni's dog, Watson.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Underworld
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The only monsters that used to plague Nocus Valley were the banished gods and their shadows. But somehow, the Nocus Lord created something more, something worse. Some argued that the beasts were even more deadly than the ruler of Nocus himself. However, Melia begged to differ. She’d seen Nos before and it had left her terrified of her own shadows.
By Gabriela V. Rivera4 years ago in Fiction
Ladybird
Sunlight came in as woven strands, that dawned through the windowpanes of Alouette’s bedroom. She squinted in its glimmering presence, whisking her head to the other side of her room with her scarlet locks flanking at almost every angle around her head. Nature’s lullaby sprung in next. White noises were always something the redhead despised; she was a light sleeper, after all. Then, the door crashed open.
By Priscillia4 years ago in Fiction
When Worlds Collide
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but I got too tempted and too reckless. A broken heart could do that. Have you ever fallen so fast and so hard that your wings felt like they were going to catch fire before ripping off? No? Well neither have I until way into the future, and I knew it was going to happen. But the cause of such could be altered at any moment in the present time. Who knows why I might be falling. Maybe I jumped off a building, or got pushed off this said building. Or maybe I fell in love and then that person pushed me off a building. I should really stay away from buildings.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Fiction
Summer of the Dragons
There weren't always dragon's in the valley. Only in the summer, but they came in swarms, glittering like cut gems in the sky. We're just as likely to see boiling rain as we are plumes of fire overhead. People call us crazy for living in the dragons' valley, but we don't see it that way.
By Rielle Hein4 years ago in Fiction
