Fantasy
Raising Victory
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, once they had never existed at all. On a clear night, with no moon and thousands of stars hanging in the heavens, the outline of a person could be seen as he walked to the edge of a cliff. As he sat down, a gust of wind caused him to shiver and hug his arms to his chest.
By Matt Bryan4 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Reach
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But twenty years ago, the nightclub on 32nd street had become their den without the consent, or appreciation, of the club’s owner. There was only one rule, and it was written in faded blocky letters on neon green poster board: no shifting into dragon form while in The Valley. The two-story space could easily fit a football field and would accommodate their twenty-foot wingspan, but where one dragon shifted, too many others were sure to follow and only bloodshed would ensue. The Valley was the one place where dragon factions and politics were set aside, and so they obeyed the rule if only to drink in peace. Tonight, the club was pulsing with electronica, and Shayon the Wicked of the Firegarde clan was nursing a whiskey and sporting a black eye. The strobing lights and pervasive smell of sweat and too much perfume was giving him a headache.
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Odyssey
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They circled high in the sky, protectors of the great black obelisk peeking ominously from within the dark gray storm clouds perpetually spinning around it. Its arrival was sudden. Loud cracks of thunder and flashes of blue and white lightning accompanied it. The storm had erupted with such ferocity it framed the night sky like daylight.
By Clayton Pelton4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The night was growing colder. The rain was beginning its descent, slow and soft for now, but soon it would quickly become a full downpour. Dain knew he had to move fast. Soon the beast's trail would be lost to the elements, and that's something that the hunter refused to let happen.
By Austin Vredenburg 4 years ago in Fiction
The Anxious Hero, Chapter 3
Content warning: The fact that this story features an under-18 protagonist does not mean that it is necessarily suitable for younger kids. It contains strong profanity, sexual humor, significant violence, and depictions of bigotry by unlikable characters.
By Charles Boyd4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Lair
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Really there wasn’t much of anything in the Valley: churches mostly. The bigger Catholic churches with their stained-glass windows offset the smaller, more plain Protestant buildings. The name on the map, if you could find it, was Glimmer Valley, but that seemed too fussy to the church flocks who did most of the voting and the talking. Calling it anything but “the Valley” marked you as an outsider, which was largely unwelcome by the masses. Once a nice sit-down diner tried to put down roots, right between two white chapels. The parishioners quickly ran them out when they found out they were selling Coca-Cola, which was surely somehow endorsed by the Devil. Really, there wasn’t much of anything in the Valley. Until Mikhail and his nephew Magnus arrived.
By Claudia Neaves4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonguard
Battlefield By: E. Chancey There weren’t always dragons in the valley. At least, that was what people believed. A common tale that had often become fact around the fireplace. When the hearth stories were told of the great protectors of the Dragonguard and how they had come to Wardhaven. The stories tell of summer days when field hands are interrupted at their tasks by villainous attackers. Or fall harvests where rampaging brigands demanded money and loot from townspeople. Yet another version has enemy soldiers forcing people from their homes in the dead of winter so they might have a warm place to ride out the cold season.
By Elizabeth Chancey4 years ago in Fiction
Elleka
Day 14 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley so this gigantic beast weakened my limbs. The beast was confined in a glass cube the size of my two storey house, and the guards presided over an arena four metres above the dragon’s cage. I looked at the sky and could not tell how long I had been brought to this land. I had tried counting the days by memorising the sun’s movements, but all I could see was a black sky from my prison cell. So I write this first entry as day 14, because I've been here for (I guess) two weeks.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah4 years ago in Fiction
