Fantasy

The Free Seekers
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. And yet, as I rode Nur under the stark skies of Berzeh, I had never been happier that they were now. I admired the dips in the earth beneath me as they transformed into one big sea of green as we got farther and farther away. Nur whinnied beneath me as she shook her head against the cool air we rarely ever got this far out of the kingdom and despite the events of today, I laughed at her excitement. She kept going until we reached the end of the forest and finally, we arrived at the sand dunes we inevitably found ourselves at every ride we managed to take.
By Nada aboulwafa4 years ago in Fiction
The Middle
Perched atop three night-shrouded thrones with wisps of shadows were the Kings and Queen of death. Fíodóir’s dull, blonde hair curls at her elbows, softening her sharp features and vibrant silver eyes. Bás had eyes like swirling black pools and his chin-length blond hair is tied at the nape of his neck, while Fírinne’s eyes are absent of colour and his hair sits just above his shoulders. The siblings share the same high cheekbones and sharp-cut jaws with slender figures. Fíodóir is Queen, weaving together the threads of venom, joy, colour, purity, and violence, and ensuring the fabric of the world stays intact. Bás is a King and he commands death, choosing when and how everything dies. Fírinne, the other King, chooses how souls spend their time in death. He decides whether they spend their afterlife in eternal pain or bliss. Together, they are the gods of fate.
By Meaghan Wilkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Wyrm Wars
By S. Charles ‘There weren’t always dragons in the valley,’ Evyander thought to himself, his chainmail boots quickly clinging against the cobblestone steps. A distant, thunderous sound came crashing from far off. Likely from behind the snowcapped Beric Mountains that were barely visible due to the grey clouds that stretched out along the northern skyline. When the men of this Keep: Tovar’s Keep, heard the noise, they clattered up the ramparts and into their stations. Crossbows, arrows, catapults, and the likes, all armed by chainmail bound soldiers. Another low pitch bellow threatened once more. That noise was now closing in on their position.
By S Charles4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror Guard
This is a story that I wrote for my expanded "Gardener Universe." It's one of my favorite short stories from a compelation that I had been making. I love it so much that it's easily going to be turned into a full novel, which this story will serve as the backbone. So enjoy.
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
Tír na nÓg
Tír na nÓg The Dragon’s Sacrifice Chapter One There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Everyone thought they were extinct, wiped out during the Drochshaol, the Age of Sorrow. There was a sighting, just last week, however. Most in the village of Joktan dismissed it as an illusion inspired by too much wine. Until today.
By Will McDonald4 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Traitor
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Of course, there weren’t always fae on the throne either. And as much as Aesira hated the fae, she knew that her survival depended on their favor. Unlike most humans, the fae found Aesira’s presence at the palace tolerable. They liked their pretty things.
By Julia Clinger4 years ago in Fiction
The Absurdity of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That would be absurd. The Valley was full of knights. Everyone knows dragons detest knights—something to do with their habit of barging into lairs, brandishing swords, and bellowing things like, "You vile creature!” or, "Horrid beast, meet my blade!”
By Katey Ferreira4 years ago in Fiction
A Plague of Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I remember when they first appeared in Woodale. They were much smaller back then.
By Michael Dilts4 years ago in Fiction
Daughters of Dragons and Fire
Eros Arcadia : Forest region Kaffir of the Forest, Fae, wolves, Sprites, elves, and earth nymphs. Selene, The moon goddess and Persephone, The goddess of spring and fertility. Worshiped by the people of Arcadia.
By K.M. Woods4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Dragon's Tail Commet
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” King Rain angrily growled to the assembled kings of both men and elves while the three Darient chieftains-also known as demons-watched the proceedings with disinterest. They were the only Darients able to cooperate long enough to sit through the assembly. Thick makeup-like plaster covered their bodies to accommodate the human and elven races and put them at ease. However, it did little to help. The thickly layered masks made them appear human from a distance except for their unnatural orange eyes that seemed to smolder like embers. Their grotesque features, mostly hidden by the plaster, turned the stomachs of even the most seasoned warriors. Up close, it looked like dead, peeling flesh.
By Kelsey Claire4 years ago in Fiction
Souls of Magic
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A thousand years or more had passed since the Great Rift, when they presumably disappeared. Lately, dragon activity increased in parts of Traegus. Ancient theories purported they did not disappear, but merely shifted form.
By DL GOODRICH4 years ago in Fiction
The Chimera Report
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Of all the thoughts to cloud my mind it shouldn’t be that. But with my hands pressed to the wound at my side and the taste of copper on my tongue, lying in the dirt and staring up at the dragon infested sky…it is.
By Daniel Wolfe4 years ago in Fiction