Adventure
A Dragon's Heart
It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night where the wind howls and the trees bend as if they might break. The dragon had been walking through the forest for hours, searching for something to eat. He had been feeling restless and irritable lately, and no matter how much he flew or hunted, he couldn't shake the feeling. As he walked, his sharp eyes scanned the trees for any sign of movement.
By Kabinga Charline Mazaba3 years ago in Fiction
The Toddler & The Dragon Tavern
Vanesa placed her hand against the door, took a quick breath, and pushed it open. Warmth wrapped around her as she entered the tavern. There were two hearths, one buried into the wall off to the left and one to the right. Artifacts decorated the walls. The bar faced her on the far side of the building. The layout drew her towards the tables situated in the center of the building as if being drawn into a loving embrace.
By Casey Abbott3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Breath
"There's a strange scent coming out of this forest." Narpheia said. Gravuss looked doubtfully at his companion. She was quite a beautiful dragon, despite her growing gauntness and sagging eyes. Sunlight penetrated her leathery wings in undulating patterns of dancing shadows across her scales, accentuating their unique colors of gold and green. In another life, perhaps Gravuss would have taken her for his mate, but life in its current state held little value in such things.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted Prince
Penthurax sat enjoying the cool, tranquil evening in his favorite spot, the ruins of the great fortress Artarnir. The fortress was once the stronghold of the Eldermen and was the site of the last great battle between the dragons and the Eldermen. The place always made him feel powerful and confident. He could feel the spirits of his ancestors around him giving him strength and comfort. It was the only place in the lands of men where he could rest safely.
By Paul Winzenried 3 years ago in Fiction
The Journey
In the vast ocean of space, there was a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least, that's what Michael felt as he stared out at the stars from the cockpit. Like fireflies, the stars twinkled. Looking down at the monitors, Michael checked his trajectory along with his routine system check.
By Michael Hawkins3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles, Ch. 18
Danny slept very fitfully. His dreams were a mired, swirling fog, blending and melding chaotically one into the other. He saw the bonfire again, and figures - hooded and cloaked - chanting all around. There was a great stone table, too, in the midst of a circle of even greater stones, and a full harvest moon shining above. Hideous creatures swiped and clawed at him from the darkness, threatening to snuff out his light. He felt as if he were in a cold, dark sea, barely keeping his head above the surface before another crashing billow of darkness tried to push him under. Suddenly there was an incredibly bright light all around him, voices calling out in fear and agony, while the shadows fled from the flames spreading to the trees. Danny thought he heard a voice, gentle but more powerful than all the universe, ringing through the burning pines.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 3
Welcome To Life Jr walked out of a salon with dyed black hair. He looked into a nearby puddle and slightly smirked at how much he looked like his father’s human form. He turns to ask K where they should look first. He looked around and didn’t see K. He walked back inside the salon to see the workers swooning over K. They complimented on how great the black hair dye looked on him and worked well with his crystal blue eyes. Jr glared at K, “We need to go.” K nodded and excused himself from the workers and slid by to walk out. The workers called out in unison with either a ‘call me’ or ‘come back soon’.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Dragon
As we herd the sheep to the barn, my heart is racing. Grandpa Peter's dragon, Precious, is missing and there is no trace of where she went. Grandpa and I went to the back pasture to find her, but she was gone and the sheep were all scared. Now we have to get them back to safety.
By Andrew Gaertner3 years ago in Fiction
Arthur The Bastard
ARTHUR THE BASTARD The rhythmic slinking of chainmail announced the arrival of WARD-PRINCE ARTHUR PENDRAGON as his horse cantered into the malodorous village of Trimoria before sun broke the morning clouds. The Black Sheep of Camelot, he knew they called him in hushed voices as the procession arrived into the icy hamlet. He set his face to match the reputation. During the fortnight’s travel north from Camelot to this frozen hellhole, he grew his beard to a scruffy length. The night prior he refused to sleep more than three hours to accentuate his sunken eyes. A scowl was now added to his haggard mien as the underlings stared daggers at him and the two knights, Bors The Younger and Sir Percival.
By Kieran Egan3 years ago in Fiction
