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An Empire of Betrayal & Order 4
Screams full of anguish, the fresh smell of blood, the sound of human flesh being torn apart, and numerous bodies lying down on the ground…That’s the kind of vision Dastan and Arol viewed as they reached Elys village.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Defiance
Morning broke over the rolling green hills of fair Cyphrol and the warm rays of the rising sun cast long shadows beneath Lyrigor’s massive form. The great red dragon eyed his target; a small out-of-the-way kingdom that lay unprepared for what loomed over its eastern horizon.
By Hank Ryder3 years ago in Fiction
Demon's Birth
Thomas Oskoff stared at the woman through the bushes. He held the stake in his hand, debating what to do. He had been waiting for this moment. He had been hunting her for years. He told his wife he would be back soon, he told her he had a task to complete. She knew where he was going, she knew how dangerous it was. But…as he stared at the woman he questioned the reality of the danger. She was humming a song to herself and weaving something with flowers. He was memorized. When she turned around…his heart stopped.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
An Empire of Betrayal & Order 3
Dastan had returned to his home, but couldn't sleep due to his stress piling up about Phlox. He trusted Walter that they would handle everything correctly, so he tried to be patient and not act rashly.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Riders of Paranon
There, naturally, weren't always dragons in the valley of man. THIS dragon hadn't landed on its shores by accident either...
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Beetle, The Burning (Chapter 1, Draft 1)
Ancient bones hold strong, despite the pains brought by dropping barometric pressure. It was a cool day, which he did not like. He had just eaten and needed the heat to help his digestion. Mist kissed his keeled, mottled scales and wove through the woods. Something was in the air. Something else.
By Elisabeth Balmon3 years ago in Fiction
Clear-Sighted
Catherine Morland came by her love of the ethereal and otherworldly in an honest fashion, and in her trust of a person's word equally so.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
An Empire of Betrayal & Order 2
Back in Heilig’s capital, Dozil, Walter was in his large office getting his paperwork out of the way for the day. Most of this kind of work was about legal procedures that Heilig went through regarding military operations, Arc transfer from one outpost to another, completion of various transactions, and even approval and budgeting for restructuring the cities.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
The Color of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in my world. But I brought them to life. No, I didn’t lay eggs and birth them myself. They were produced by the imagination of a mostly overlooked child. Or were they?
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Fiction
Colourful Bird
We commemorate Independence Day on August 15. On this day, we were freed from the oppressive control of the British. For more than 200 years, the British oppressed and controlled our people.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
The worst fashion disasters in fiction
arties are often ripe territory for failure. Amid the dancing and the talking and the new encounters, there can lie within you a great, dark pool of apprehension about all the possible ways in which the evening could go wrong. You could arrive at an incorrect time and not know what to say or where to place yourself. You could drink too much. You could say too little. Perhaps you are the kind of person who falls silent and retreats inwards at such events, watching everyone else laugh and glide around with an ease you desperately envy. You may realise at some point, or try not to realise, that you are at the bottom of the social pecking order, your presence yielding more pity than pleasure. You might even have made everything worse by turning up wearing the wrong kind of dress, all hope for a night of fairytale glamour dashed the minute you entered the room and noted the dissonance between your outfit and everyone else's.
By Lonetoft3 years ago in Fiction