Series
Sender Unknown
Objectively, there was nothing suspicious about the package. Delivered by drone, with an innocent looking return address, no sender's name, and plain brown packaging, there was nothing to set it apart from thousands of other packages delivered daily to doorsteps around the country. No suspicious noises from inside, no unexplained movement, odd smells or ominious ticking. No warning signs whatsoever. Just a single parcel delivered to their house by an unidentified drone.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Kin Bound
Prologue The night was cold and the candles burned low. Three shallow breaths turned vapor can be seen tucked into a far corner of the tent. One could almost find it incomprehensible the intense screams that echoed from inside just hours before. Yet all that remains is a desperate and mellow song.
By George Velasquez-Franceschi3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon-Born and the Witch
It was very early in the morning when a small child, around the age of two, wandered off into the misty forest while their mother was outside tending to her herbs. The sunlight was just starting to peak through the tops of the trees while the ground was still eerily dark. At the edge of the trees fog was still visible as the sun hadn't yet touched it to disperse it in the first light and warmth of day. The mother was humming to herself a merry little tune as she went about her task. Her intuition began to itch that something was amiss and so looking up she noticed the child was nowhere in sight. It was common for her curious little one to wander off- after all, they were starting to take after their witch mother's own curious tendencies and were quite the independent child. However, she was always very strict to tell them that the forest was forbidden and off-limits for there were strange and mystical qualities about the forest, most of which were unknown. There were also rumors of a myriad of creatures living in it, of which many myths and legends arose among those who lived on their island, just off the coast of the mainland.
By Caitlin Porter3 years ago in Fiction
No Where They Could Run
Chapter 1 From The Eye and Ears of a Dragon A mother dragon was gathering food for feeding her newborn young when she found what appeared to be an abandoned toddler wondering alone in the forest. Immediately her motherly instinct was to take it and protect it from the robots or the male dragons, but out of fear that it was a trap she stopped herself. Robots were known for luring and trapping mother dragons so they could capture their babies only for them to never be seen again.
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
Witches by Nightfall
It was not a surprise when she came knocking at my door. The rain was coming down in torrents, and her umbrella did nothing to stop the relentless water from soaking her fine clothes. In my hand I held my favorite tarot deck, and in my heart, I could feel her sadness. “Moonchild, I require your immediate services.” Though we were acquainted, her tone remained steady and none the less chilly, as if she were talking to one of her handmaidens. I nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to walk into my warmly lit home.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Fiction
Fox Tales
A grown dragon finds a lost — or abandoned — toddler in the forest. The dragon approached quietly, with uncanny stealth and grace considering her massive size. She gently sniffed at the child who lay huddled at the base of a large Sugi (杉) tree with nothing but a fleece blanket to cover him. Lifting her head with a look of curiosity and surprise, she sensed a magical aura about the boy and noticed his blanket bearing the crest of the high Vulpine Court of Celestial Foxes. The boy looked human, probably around two years of age, and unlike the local population of humans in this region who all have ebony black hair, this boy had very light blond hair, nearly white in fact.
By D. E. King3 years ago in Fiction
Out of Isolation: Tales of the Wanderers
For three days I hunted, harassed, and slaughtered the band of men that had ransacked my home. While my brothers and sisters flew west to seek refuge in the high Vorminthian Mountains, I chased the red and silver banners South towards the empire of men. Visions of my wing mates being slaughtered or enslaved echoed through my mind as I tore through their armor and gutted their steeds. For three straight days I did not rest, and ate only what bits of man flesh and horse flesh passed through my gnashing jaws, and I made sure they had no time for rest either. I intended to wear them down. These vermin who had snuck into our nests and murdered my kin did not deserve mercy, nor the honor and glory of a proper battle. They would die weak and exhausted, too malnourished to make even a proper meal for the most desperate of scavenging beasts.
By Javert Boudreau3 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Woods
Cecily threw a waterskin into the sack, blanket, clean shift, linens for Val. She tried not to hesitate, moving swiftly from one side of the little room to the other, deciding quickly what of their lives was essential, what must be let go. Her hand shook as she counted the money in her purse, enough it would have to be enough.
By Annie Gibson3 years ago in Fiction
