Adventure

Jimmy’s Dragon
“But you can’t be a dragon,” said the boy. “Dragons aren’t real.” “Listen here, kid. I’m real, so just hop on my back so I can take you back to your parents.”
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Beast in the Woods
We have all heard the stories of the beasts from the Human-Dragon war, the war between the ground and sky, where the in between was destroyed by fire. How they stole and hoarded sacred treasures, encasing them deep in vaults of stone. Of how with glee they hunted our young, carrying them off, never to be seen again. With large silver scales and sharp talons that could cut through flesh these terrifying monsters kept me awake at night. I never thought I would see one for myself, and yet there it was, asleep nesting on the ground. It must have fallen from the tree above as its face was grotesque, red and swollen. It was smaller than I’d imagined, I wonder how old this hatchling could be. Its scales hadn’t grown in yet, it appeared so naked without them. Small. Shrivelled. Disappointing. Was it male or female? There seemed no way to tell. We hadn’t seen any alive since the final days of the war and yet here one was. The last of the beasts. The last human-beast.
By R F K3 years ago in Fiction
All Legends Must Begin Somewhere
A lone, small figure slunk through the underbrush, belly low enough to keep the creature well under the foliage. A gleam of deep blue under the moonlight exposed its scales, if only for a heartbeat, but onwards the little thing trekked.
By Elizabeth Murray3 years ago in Fiction
A New Beginning
It was early morning. The sun was just rising over the horizon. Rays of golden light streaked across the ground through the columns of trees. The ancient trees were large and untouched and amicably over the space between them where travelers tread. The light struck her face, waking her. As she opened her green eyes and she saw the sun was a deep red. Some believed that the sun was a stone heated by an ancient, celestial dragon. The color reflected the dragon’s anger or fear. She never believed those fables—if there were an angry dragon there, surely it would make itself known.
By Dan Arthur3 years ago in Fiction
Dragons 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.
By Darcy Kliewer3 years ago in Fiction
Pearl
It is a much forgotten truth, that upon any piece of earth where dragon blood is spilled, nothing will grow for a thousand years. Such is the manner of things.
By Katie Alafdal3 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 3 years ago in Fiction
Ashbel
The humans are scared that Clem is going to eat the moon. In attempt to save the moon they bang pots together, thinking the noise will scare him off. They do this every time there’s a lunar eclipse. The humans need something to blame the moon’s disappearance on. Dragons—especially Clem—are their most beloved scapegoat.
By Kayla 3 years ago in Fiction
Time
The portal closes behind the warrior, and he looks up to see the dragon staring back at him. A brute of a man, eyes blue as an ocean staring into the grey, watery eyes of an old dragon until finally, the dragon lets out a long breath. The warm air was blowing in the man’s direction along with volcanic winds, the smell of sulfur hanging in the air, and viscous flows of lava all around. The two stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity, silent words upon hushed lips. Finally, the dragon spoke.
By Arthur Caliga 3 years ago in Fiction
Rifts of Unithar
Sometimes Mother didn’t want to wake-up. She’d lay catatonic for days atop mounds of heat-twisted, marbleized gold, silver, and gems. An ancient chamber of melted treasures befitting the last dragon of Unithar. Caelyn knew it wasn’t because of him, but it was hard not to feel so. She mourned her youngling whom his species had killed centuries ago, and he was a disappointing replacement. Many times she assured him of no comparison, but on days like these he wondered.
By Christopher Michael3 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 Coffey3 years ago in Fiction
Scales 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.
By Tana Crimson3 years ago in Fiction