Fantasy

Black Dragon Conqueror
There were not always dragons in the Valley. In fact, just yesterday, it was empty except for woodland-prairie creatures like bunnies and deer. Now, however, the deer had evacuated, and the bunnies hid. The black dragons have been gathered here.
By Nicole Hewitt4 years ago in Fiction
The Son of A Dragon Tamer
1000 Years Earlier There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Crouched low, Nathanael rolled the dusty red clay between his thumb and pointer finger. If his calculations were accurate—and they usually were—it took them a few weeks to turn this lush hollow into useless clay. The marauded vegetation was flattened into dry heaps, uprooted by their pounding claws as they hunted whatever they could find. It would have been a meager feast and it would have been frustrating. Images of desperate dragons looking for food in this region flashed across his mind.
By Mock4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Born
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least, that is what this game's legend said. Is it really still a game? Countless people have died and not come back. Rumor is they simply found a way to log out or maybe since they died in-game in order for this to happen, they have moved on in the real world. I don't want to believe it, but I am not going to take the chance. I stuck to leveling up my forging and scribe skills instead of my actual level for the two years that I have been playing. My combat level is 25. But my two still levels are at what the previous max was which was 125. I heard that if I max them out again I would be able to make raid drops. Imagine how much money I could get from the higher-level players.
By NaturalFireWave - Tashaniel Swango4 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Greatness
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, Nor angels in the darkened sea, There weren't always maidens in the frozen lands,
By John Eva4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Lore
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least not according to the ancient texts. They've been around longer than I, longer than anyone alive today, for that matter. For a time we only knew what happened from the stories that were handed down from one generation to the next. The Legends of the Old World they called them. We didn't believe them at first, they sounded too fantastical to be true, too unrealistic, like someone with an overactive imagination and starved of attention had too much time on their hands. But then we started finding the shrines. Then we started finding the truth. They didn't just appear, we didn't just find them, didn't stumble upon them hidden in the caves or the mountains, deep in slumber. No. We were greedy. We were evil. We were hungry for power and control, and in our desperation we did something truly horrible. We created them.
By Ian Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Smoke Trials
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that is what I have been told, but they’ve been there as long as I can remember. I am a member of the Drais clan. The Drais is not the largest or the wealthiest of the clans, but we are brave, strong and formidable warriors.
By Drake James4 years ago in Fiction
The Labyrinthian Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The hope, of course, was that there would be today. It was a stretch, but there were still some living dragons, and the two companions had traveled the Valley for only a day at this point. There was plenty more to search.
By David Kopper4 years ago in Fiction
Spire of the Mind
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. For years long before, it was a place of greenery, of peace, where hominids roamed openly and in abundance. They prospered together, in great palaces carved into the earth and hanging homes woven into the trees. Their technology was massively open and complex, far beyond anything that could be found again or matched in a matter of centuries.
By Nick Blocha4 years ago in Fiction
Under The Broken Wing
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Allen whispered the words to himself repeatedly as his feet inched closer to the gate. One by one, the line of silhouetted figures in front of him became five, then four, then three as they disappeared into the darkness ahead. He suddenly felt sick and thought he might lose what little contents remained in his stomach but concentrated hard not to.
By Olivia Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Why is a Lie
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley,” said the Dragon with a sigh. “But to understand how we came where from and when returns us to a time so remote even the oldest of the dragons do not recall it. It exists now only in stone.”
By Henry Packer4 years ago in Fiction
The Promise of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The ridges and hollows sat empty and unfilled, waiting for vitality to course through them. The Valley stretched halfway up the continent in length, similar in shape to today. The tallest ridges running up the east and west were bald and rocky, shoved upward during the formation of the continent, and the basin and foothills in it were covered in oak and hawthorne trees. The mountains and forests were motionless and lifeless, paused in their development, and poised for change.
By Ezra Gardiner4 years ago in Fiction
Wrath of Night Chapter 1
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Los Angeles, California. Spring of 2022. EXT. FOREST - NIGHT The demon's eyes flicker blood red, as he raises the gun and fires.
By Alex Kincaid4 years ago in Fiction