Fantasy
The Orbs of Aktamur
Chapter 1: The Freakish Storm There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was the last line I read out of my book before the life I knew would change forever. It seems like a lifetime ago when my sister Michelle and I survived the scariest night of our lives, the same night our best friend disappeared. It was about three years ago, but the memory is still as fresh in my mind as if it had happened yesterday, even if no one believes us.
By Nura Elmagbari4 years ago in Fiction
June without Rum, May Without Gin
Ginette's under a pier. She's chewing on it. The surrounding water is blue as ever, very blobby and close. Blast the summer. She kicks away the tiny humans like clownfishes, eyes bulging as ever. Ginette hated the clownfishes and now she hates the humans that were put there to eat them.
By Grayden McIntyre4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They had come in a day of calamity and turned this verdant land into a valley of bones. For hundreds of years the beasts ruled, terrorizing the nearby kingdoms. For hundreds of years no one could stand up to them, but times had changed. The heroes of The Hunters’ Guild had committed themselves to serving Feldir by hunting the monsters who invade the land of Felheim. They had been effective. The dragons were almost extinct, and only one remained.
By Ashton Treadaway 4 years ago in Fiction
I'll Get You Where You Need To Go. Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The Prologue can be found here (the story picks up immediately after the prologue): The ground was a blur as the Dragon ascended, its wings dipping into view with each downbeat. The pull of gravity was disorienting and my neck bent forward as the beast surged higher.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Fiction
A Brief History of Dragons
'There weren't always dragons in the valley. Nor do they belong there. They were a gift to the Princess for her sixth birthday. But the Mad Wizard changed everyone's fate.... However, it is not in our hands to undo anything that caused this to happen in the first place. Only the Mad Wizard, the Princess or the Maker can do that. But there have been no signs of the Maker for the past 300 years. His whereabouts are unknown. Nobody knows where the Princess is either. Some say that the fire-breathing creatures have eaten him, while some say that the Maker may be alive and trapped in the valley.”'
By Daniya Ali4 years ago in Fiction
Firthton
Firthton Minka There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Not even in the Mountains of Perse which lie directly beyond it. Well, that’s what Friddy says. She says that whoever left me nestled in the branches of the Hariknot tree, not yet three moons old, wrapped in grey fur and sleeping soundly when she found me, wouldn’t have done that if dragons were around.
By Tessa McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
Conjurations of the Pen
There were not always dragons in the Valley. But then Callum took up his pen. “Oh, Callum, no!” Margo, his older sister, rushed over to the table where he sat, looking over his shoulder and then sighing with flamboyant disappointment. Her head dropped, so her forehead touched his shoulder. “Cal … I just finished that one.”
By Nicole Hewitt4 years ago in Fiction
Mishaps and Popping
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Come to think of it, there weren't always dragons, and Vinter Crushem wasn't always a mad scientist. Well, maybe he was always a mad scientist. Perhaps it was his overactive drive to invent new things, or the fumes from his many concoctions having seeped into his brain, Vinter had since been labeled mad and a criminal to boot after his new creation began self-multiplying and wreaking mischievous havoc all across the kingdom.
By James Willis4 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin Wars
"There weren't always Dragons in the valley." That's how the king's lecture had started. There weren't dragons anywhere until the dragon god Lumo arrived and drove them out of their hidden caves on the Winged Mountain leading them in a world-breaking assault. His presence corrupted the dragons, twisting them from beacons of wisdom sought on pilgrimages to monsters that slaughtered their way across the once peaceful kingdoms of Therra, claiming new lands as their own. Three years of fire and death left the populations decimated and ancient treaties broken under the weight of accusations of withheld help and draconic alliances.
By Matthew Noel4 years ago in Fiction
