Young Adult
Midnight Blood
A sharp, tearing, ringing sound sliced through her dreams. She shifted and huffed out air, hoping the sound would move on and leave her to rest. It didn’t. It lingered, rising and falling, shrill and earsplitting. She growled. How dare some obscene creature disturb her rest! Did it not know she had travelled far, that she was tired, and it was making her angry?
By Sarah Gael Whitaker3 years ago in Fiction
Ammit
"What has become of Amun's fruitful land?" A soul-weary Ammit thought as she breached the top of the cliff and swooped down into the blood-stained valley. Ammit's heart wept at the horror before her. A once beautifully carpeted glen full of swaying blue-green grass, bright red poppies, and a cacophony of wildflowers. Was now riddled with mangled, disfigured bodies as far as the eye could see. Swallowing the lump of grief that arose at the view, Ammit scanned the scene for any signs of life.
By Maize Scott3 years ago in Fiction
The True Guardians
Prologue The world I once knew has burned to nothing but ash before my eyes. The smoke was thick and black on the once flourishing island of magic where I stood a moment before, as it became a mere distant memory. A cruel reminder of what the world was before him. My breaths were shallow as harsh rain poured above, my horse darting through the new world of battle. The horse could only run for so long before stopping on the ledge of a cliff. The end was near. He was near. The island trembled in fear below my feet, knocking me and my other mages to our knees. We were helpless. Through the fog, two glowing eyes emerged. The monster who had started this battle wasn't going down without a fight. I can’t breathe, I can’t speak. The eyes were filled with nothing but wrath and pain, emerging only now that they have been buried for over three millennia. It was taking what was theirs all those years ago. The day the creator had been shattered into fragments and thrown deep under the surface, never to be seen, until now. They stand above me, like a titan.
By Aspen Mays3 years ago in Fiction
An Act of Mercy
The ogre was running away from him, tossing away his broken club as he darted through the thick forest. The dragon merely looked at the ogre’s bloody back in amusement before taking a step forward. He had the thought that since his prey was not fighting back anymore, perhaps he should let him go. But the dragon quickly dismissed it as he crouched down.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Dawning
Magnus Fire, smoke, ash, and storm. I am Magnus and my blood carries fire. I am Magnus and I come to destroy. Through a rippling canvas of flame, I watch the singed wood crumble. Charred debris tumbles from elevated waterways, the once vibrant streams now sucked into dry earth. Ash litters the air, drifting downwards in blankets of gray. I tear their world limb from limb. Flames billow from my open maw, blistering their skin, searing their world into darkness. I show no mercy because they are without mercy. We, the dragons, the Star-Born, cannot be extinguished. They all must die. Every last River-Born.
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Kindrazl: The Highborn Chronicles - Season 1: Solace - Episode 1: Anima (Part 1)
anima (n.) – The base mentality of mind, defined as the overlap of four distinct animentals: persona, or how one identifies; thought, or what one thinks; emotion, or how one feels; and resolve, or what one does.
By Orion J. Zed3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Children of the Caravan
Arlo yawned and stretched. Something felt different. What was he lying on? Wet leaves? He definitely wasn’t nestled in his warm bed of straw under his cozy knitted blanket anymore. He sat up and shook his head to clear the sleep from his eyes, blinked sleepily, and froze. The enormous eyes staring into his own were mesmerizing pools of swirling lava. Raging depths of red, orange, and green flames. He gulped. These were not the eyes of his mother.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
A millennia and one
It was several millennia back when the world opened their eyes to the possibilities beyond reasoning. They saw colors never before seen, they heard sounds that have never been heard before, and even felt new emotions that were thought to never be possible. With the previous shroud of ignorance removed from our eyes, a new looming bleak existence creeped over our heads.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Fiction
