fantasy

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  • Shannon Hawkins
    Published about 12 hours ago
    A Magical Adventure

    A Magical Adventure

  • Ashley Stone
    Published about 13 hours ago
    Enchantment

    Enchantment

    The sun beamed through the windows heating the house to the perfect temperature. Making it that much harder to leave my sanctuary to brave the cold world outside. Slipping on my toffy coloured trench coat, stuffing mittens in the pockets just in case, I stepped through the threshold of the door. The cool air hit me like a slap in the face. The crunch of fallen leaves echoed with each step I took. Something was comforting in the change of seasons. Especially when fall was poking its head around the corner.
  • Ashley Stone
    Published a day ago
    Enchantment

    Enchantment

    It was unusually cold for the season, it seemed that the leaves had changed from green to orange overnight and we went from cicadas in the trees to wind howling outside of my windows in just a few weeks. The steam from my tea was dancing in the sunlight with both of my hands wrapped around my oversized mug to hopefully help take the chill out of my bones a little quicker. I looked to Emery stretched out on the back of my sofa his paws seemingly reaching for something I could not see. Emery is an orange tabby I had found digging through my trash a few years ago, long gone are his days of scrounging for food as he must be one of the fattest cats I know. His eyes opened as I went to scratch his belly his head perking up.
  • Shi-Tokey Slim
    Published a day ago
    The Mage's Confession

    The Mage's Confession

    She's gone... There's nothing I can do about it. I can't condemn another person to unlife like I did with Dritz and Pittman. Not for such selfish reasons. But I hardly know what happened. Thes-...These are my confessions, I have to piece this together...
  • Nemelysia
    Published 2 days ago
    Belonging

    Belonging

    Music danced on the breeze, carried through the flowers and the trees all throughout the mystical grove at the edge of the forest, lifted by the air and the sound found its way to the ears of a moonlit child. Her closed eyes widened, her amethyst glow, bright under the night moon, reflecting the stars. The petite crimson-haired child let out a bell-like laugh as she followed the sound, wandering further away from her small cottage home. Her ivory gown fluttered in the breeze, the silken ribbons like wings as she made her way across the dark green grass, the full moon completely illuminating her path until she reached the edge of the tree line. The smell of dewdrops and pine, strong. The small girl pushed forward, not daunted by the dark forest ahead, for she was not afraid. The fairy song filling her soul gave her a sort of whimsical courage. Too young to care for the warnings of the fae, she was drawn to their sweet melody.
  • Dylan Mitchel Kozak
    Published 3 days ago
    Blood Memories

    Blood Memories

    There Stands a man Medium in stature though pristine condition all but gentle scars run down his middle aged face,with deep red eyes inlay with life force, he's wearing a satin coat covered in a thick blood.In one hand this man is Holding a Switch scythe that looks like it's seen better days.Though you can't tell of his figure he seems built from stature . A Burgundy gentleman's shirt resides deeper tucked and accustomed with black buttons holding images of the grand orders rankings , all custom fitted to perfection. This man was Ready for battle. As rain bolsters down upon him he walks into a restless night. The comfort of red and green neon lights flickering in his peripheral vision directs him into the local bar scene.
  • Jade Muccuff
    Published 4 days ago
    The Drakons

    The Drakons

    "Nycto! Where are you hiding?" I call out into the eternal night of the woods. The bushes next to the back door rustle. I run back into the house. He's not allowed to frighten me again. I might end up seriously injuring him this time. Nycto is my mate. Ironic right? Hi, my name's Ivory. Nycto and I live away from cities. In a place where it's eternally night time. It's better for our eyesight. Light can damage our ability to see, period. I'm shaking my head when he comes inside.
  • Author Xaneria Ann
    Published 5 days ago
    LionHead Rose

    LionHead Rose

    Water flows from blue. Fire burns with red. Green blankets the world. Black swallows the dead. The sun radiates gold. Power sits within the colors of one’s aura and power rules the people. Among the royals, a gray soul should not exist.
  • Robert Burroughs
    Published 6 days ago
    King Azriel and the Dragon

    King Azriel and the Dragon

    King Louie invaded the northern kingdom of Nash dwarf without spilling a drop of blood. He began by setting up encampments just outside of town. Then he began taking over resources. First, he took over the iron mines the people could not defend themselves if they could not build weapons. Then he took over the Silver Mines so the people could not afford to hire an army. When he took over the Farms it was the last straw.
  • Structured Pandemonium
    Published 6 days ago
    Orion in the Sky

    Orion in the Sky

    CHAPTER ONE
  • Noctuv
    Published 8 days ago
    Dragontine
  • Raphael Fontenelle
    Published 9 days ago
    Along With The Divine

    Along With The Divine

    The last thousand of years together felt like a blur. One of them saving a small portion of humanity while the other damned it. Now and then, she would preform her own special little miracle just for the demoness. Dooming some poor soul to Hell while her frien-the demoness blessed someone. Giving them more luck than they admittedly deserved. They did a lot of things together that either of their sides would not approve of if they had ever knew. Yet, neither the angel or demoness really seemed to care all that much. It wasn’t as if either side had kept their watchful eye on them.