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Altar of Aligore
Worn smooth from years of rain and mother’s tears, the altar in the clearing glowed under the light of the full moon like it was a missing piece. The old priest limped to the stone and ran his hand down the edge from above his head down to his waist, forgetting about the small procession behind him for a few moments. Maeve stopped at the border between woodland and glade. Her husband, Caleb, placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her. She shook him off.
By Sean A.3 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Degree Burns.
Before I tell you the details of our plan.. I’ll tell you our “villein” origin story. My sisters & I are an anomaly, if you wana call it that. We all carry active dragon genes. Which SHOULD be impossible (the government says). The norm is one active gene dragon per woman. That’s how it’s been for..for-ever. My sisters and I are all active dragons. Not just one kind of dragon but each one of us has our own clan, our own colors, and our own powers. There’s Red Dragons( Me),the Green/Emerald dragons(Casey) have powers like acid breath & toxic talons, the Gold Clan(Derrey) controls and manipulats electricity, Blue Dragons(Ash) have the gift of cloneing, Purple(Faye) can use absorption and fusion,Black or white dragons (Britt), can read minds & control illusions. I don’t know what caused this to happen but the breeders were sure it was our mom. She Herself, a dormant dragon, should never have been capable of making us. Let alone 6 different clan dragons. They took her from us. As soon as my youngest sister Casey, opened her emerald/green dragon eyes. She was no longer our mother. She belonged to the city. It was her duty to make more dragons. I guess our mom knew what was to come. She didn’t fight or plea. She looked at all of us one last time and said “stay together”. Which was easy for a while. They let us stay together since “none of us were of age.” So Since we couldn’t use our powers or make more dragons we were considered useless and not a threat.
By Tasjanah Anderson 3 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Dragon
Dragons are vastly misunderstood. Everyone sees those dark eyes and thinks, “Evil.” Everyone sees hard scales and thinks, “Untouchable,” which is only a short step from “Irredeemable.” They run in terror from fiery breath.
By Joseph Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Jimmy’s Dragon
“But you can’t be a dragon,” said the boy. “Dragons aren’t real.” “Listen here, kid. I’m real, so just hop on my back so I can take you back to your parents.”
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Rogue Dragons
A lock is like a person. Some are easy to understand and open but others are tricky and hard to navigate. But Kamari Cain has never found a lock she could not finesse, she never found a door that would not open for her skilled hands. She was known throughout the city for her skill, shopkeepers did not fear what monsters could be lurking in the shadows.
By Cali Danieley3 years ago in Fiction
Pearl
It is a much forgotten truth, that upon any piece of earth where dragon blood is spilled, nothing will grow for a thousand years. Such is the manner of things.
By Katie Alafdal3 years ago in Fiction
the monkey's wedding
In a gust of wild wind, the gecko on my hand had transformed into my Sweetie, with her grey scales morphing into that teal tail, indigo coat and violet eyes, she shifted into her dragon's suit before me and swept us away in a static spark, disguised as a fly to the average human eye.
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Fiction
Ashbel
The humans are scared that Clem is going to eat the moon. In attempt to save the moon they bang pots together, thinking the noise will scare him off. They do this every time there’s a lunar eclipse. The humans need something to blame the moon’s disappearance on. Dragons—especially Clem—are their most beloved scapegoat.
By Kayla 3 years ago in Fiction
The Path
England, 1205: Very few could tell you how the dragon war began. Truthfully not many still remembered, so long had it been raging.
By Michael Coffey3 years ago in Fiction
Wings
It was early morning, with the sun still below the Orasobian horizon. Aldes was waking up, his eyelids slowly beginning to unlatch, his wings extending out to the leaves around him, and his tail extending to the tree trunk far behind him. The black and gray dragon took a long, deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He watched in satisfaction as a mild plume of smoke escaped his mouth and nostrils. “Finally,” he thought, as the sun’s rays began to pierce the thick leaves of the Asip trees. As the light began to assist in bringing Aldes’s awakening process to a finish, his stomach began to rumble very loudly, so he started to walk through the forest with the hopes of finding something tasty to eat.
By A. Alexis Kreiser3 years ago in Fiction
Scales and Steel
The terrestrial globe that we have become accustomed to calling Ailoon knew for thousands of years the hatred that existed between two of its largest congregations of Humans who wandered the length and breadth of the continent of Ei: to the northwest lied the fearsome Frevoss Empire, an ever-changing and resilient nation, due to the inadequacy of its inhabitants in the use of the Magical Arts; to the southeast stood the Reitian Federation, an economically stable, proactive nation, kind with its states. The latter, thanks to its - albeit sparse – armies of sorcerers and healers, managed to take back the territories that the Empire took away from it in order to compete with it in the maritime market.
By Tana Crimson3 years ago in Fiction
Iphigenia
The first rays of sun illuminate the woods around the clearing, shrinking the pools of shadows that had covered the tribe’s hunters. Nelaust looks around, adjusting his eyes to see dozens of men crouched beneath the trees and in the brush. Light filters down through the trees and more appear, their nocturnal hiding spots exposed by the sun. The clearing is surrounded, dozens of spear points glinting in the sun as each group moves into their position.
By Ben Jericho3 years ago in Fiction