Fantasy

To Own a Thought
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. It was the damn Dwarves. They started to dig. They found rare gems. The Dwarves worked the stones, so the light flashed from their very hearts. Their beauty was captivating, but that was just the start. They dug deeper.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
The Prince of Flame
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley... Your majesty.” Prince Valen raised his hand to his mouth to try to hide his sudden smile at General Kharld’s heated words. The old general’s renowned temper was clearly getting the better of him; his neck and cheeks had begun to mottle, the pink colouring standing out against the white hair of his head and beard.
By Ashley4 years ago in Fiction
The Fettered Prince
Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not since Zaphiel had died. Some called him the Eternal One, others called him God, but there were three who called him friend. He was gone, and the golden age of man had gone with him. Fearsome winged beasts roamed in perpetually smoky valleys and the threat of war hung with a smothering thickness over the great nation of Aescelle. Power hungry tyrants, driven to madness by unseen forces staked divine claim over lands once free, and over the helpless people therein.
By Dan Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Children of the Swamp Witch
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Tarlon leaned against a tree, gasping for breath. But there have always been wolves. The dragons had only appeared two winters earlier, the same winter that the witches had been rounded up, tried, and executed, because many people claimed there was a link between witchcraft and the dragons.
By Diana Joyner4 years ago in Fiction
Scales and Talons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They came hunting the carrion that preceded them. Rodents and crows, followed by wolf, wildcat and other vermin. None of us lived from before the onslaught before the air lay deep in smoke. Before the poison turned even the timid to thoughts of violent mutiny.
By David Quast4 years ago in Fiction
Evalyce: Chimera
The Hermit of Talboa Talboa Forest, Northern Argoth, 10000 ft above the Aeryth Ocean, Year of the Minaret’s Horn, 1722 CE
By Aislynn d'Merricksson4 years ago in Fiction
Before the Mallows Bloomed
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. I guess there weren’t any Alma Puras either. Or Naturalists. Or… Magic. Jack huffed a laugh from his seat at the edge of the granite cliffs that overlooked Valley, Idaho. The thought had been churning in his mind for long enough that he had not noticed the sun setting, casting waves of inky blackness over the horizon and painting the city below to look like one from his worn-out Noir comics.
By Gary Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Assassin's Promise
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Any self-respecting dragon usually gave the area a wide berth, tainted as it was by its association with George the Dragon-Slayer. The very mention of the Valley of Silene was enough to strike dread into the heart of the fiercest dragon. We only spoke of it when absolutely necessary, and even then, in a low voice, as if uttering its name could bring a curse down upon us. Silene was the heart of the Shadowlands, a place of violence against the innocent. A place of betrayal and of blood.
By Holly Moeller4 years ago in Fiction
The Moon Gate
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Charlie spoke sincerely, drawing Crystal’s attention from the passing trees.
By Catherine Guillotte4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking Dragon's Championship
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. Sara like to build robots, for a hobby. She put her money into
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
The Elvor Tales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The golden, magnificent creatures were respected in the peaceful realm of Elvor. They kept to themselves and did not threaten the civilians who wandered into their territory, unless they posed a threat. Then, their intense fire would wreak havoc on those who disturbed their land.
By Sally Tindall4 years ago in Fiction
The Green
Chapter One – Revelation There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always fairies. There definitely weren’t unicorns, even though my mother had always wished for them. And there also were no wizards, even though I had always wished there were. Although, in truth, it wasn’t that they were not, it was that they were not yet perceived, by us, because we did not yet know that we were of The Green.
By STACY LABELLA4 years ago in Fiction