Fantasy

The Gates of Cardel
A room lit by fire touched torches, shadows dancing along the walls surrounded by blood-red colours as the village chief continues telling the children of this town's history with the stories of The Gates.
By Aydan Forsyth4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Gates
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley was protected, sacred, and lush. But something let them out. “Someone.”
By Kaitlin Oster4 years ago in Fiction
Fierce As Fire
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I'll never forget the first night they appeared. Moonlight pours over Arlie's body, her beautiful sunkissed skin glowing where the lavender-colored sheet wraps around her body.
By CJ Asher4 years ago in Fiction
Lynns Adventures Book 1
Chapter 1 Wearing fancy dresses and jewelry isn’t my kind of thing like most girls. To the best of my knowledge, I prefer to wear trousers and a tunic when riding a horse. My parents despised my choice of clothing until they were murdered, but sadly no one knows who had murdered them because it happened in the middle of the night. So as my right, I am the only heir to the land and a big home my parents had. Now being a noblewoman I am free to wear what I want and do what I want while also getting whatever boring paperwork done as well.
By Alyssa LaRosa4 years ago in Fiction
Quest of Hope. Top Story - May 2022.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the barren stretch of miserable wasteland known simply as the Valley had never hosted any form of life save for the occasional serpent or falcon that dared scout the rocky expanse of canyon and field for prey. What little plantlife that managed to grow amongst the sheets of stone was often scorched by the heat of the sun, and water was just as scarce. One would think that dragons, being firebreathers, would thrive under the merciless rays, but even we have to take shelter for the greater extent of the day, lest we shrivel like the weeds. Caves, some of which were natural, some of which we dug ourselves, served as our dens. Over the years we created tunnels connecting these tight, dark domains. Dragons are social creatures, you see; we live in families that we call clans, which can range anywhere from a dozen to over a hundred dragons.
By Lin Corey4 years ago in Fiction
Imagine Dragoons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd. In fact, when refugees from the recently defunct Sol system arrived on Draco Primus it'd been more or less a barren wasteland bereft of all but the hardiest flora and scantiest fauna. It took several centuries of laborious effort to finally terraform the landscape by employing aqueducts that redirected myriad streams through the mountains from a few faroff rivers. It was also how long it took for excavations beneath the planet's surface to yield the first vestiges of a bygone civilization that far outpaced humanity's plodding progress through the cosmos.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
The Enclave - Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Dragons were rare, and hedonistic enough that when they deigned to dwell near humans, they settled at Enclaves, where they would be pampered as they felt they deserved. Besides, Enclaves tended to be far more fireproof than the average settement or dwelling, so one might argue that draconic snobbishness was a good thing.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Outsider
Prologue ‘’I will never!’’ Yelled a little girl to an other one as she was pushing her into the school fountain. The girls around them laughed and the scene looked like it was about to get worse. That was until a boy with an eggplant in his backpack stepped in.
By Mick Heureux4 years ago in Fiction
Nobilities' Fault
Memory Clavius Zane knew the power of the written word, it’s what had gotten him this far, and the only thing that could carry him forward. It’s been a long time since his days scouring libraries for inspiration. With parents both in the more performative aspects of the bardic arts, Clavius decided to hew his own path, to become proficient in putting words to the page, to create the poems and plays and prose. The writer provided the threads, the actors wove a tapestry from it.
By Jack Goyette4 years ago in Fiction
Dragoni
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." Lorcan explains to his sons Liam and Pat as the three of them watch the elderly dragon mates gently glide into their cave in the Dragontooth Mountains that surround the valley village of Safe Haven. Lorcan then tells the story of the Great Dragon War that saw the near extinction of the dragons. The only known survivors are the ancient diamond and moonstone dragons that sought out Lorcan's great grandfather, the last of the Dragoni, for protection. Liam and Pat have heard their father tell the same story over and over their entire life. Pat rolls his eyes and begins to go through his sword forms in preparation for their morning sparring session. Liam remains entranced by his father's story.
By Kenan Levesque4 years ago in Fiction
Oblivion
There weren't always dragons in the Valley…. That’s what was whispering through my mind when I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the stars winking down at me. I lay there for awhile studying them as if they knew where I was and how I’d gotten here. I waited a bit longer trying to remember. My memories evaded me like the fog slipping through the trees with exception of that haunting phrase about dragons. I gingerly stood up and swiped the dirt and leaves from my clothes. I glanced around me at the gathering shadows, even more pronounced now that the moon was at its peak.
By Kelsi brakel4 years ago in Fiction
The Blackest Night
The moonless sky was an obsidian cloak cast with clusters of silver starlight. The planet's surface bathed in abyssal black, an ill omen to the inhabitants of Half-Moon. All was quiet and still as an ancient tomb. The inhabitants barred every door and shut their shutters at this devil's hour. A mordant lake of water lapped along the bank, its sloshing slap the only echoing sound down the grimy cobbled streets. Everyone knew; that anyone caught in the blackness would never be seen again.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction