Young Adult
The Last Dragon Rider
It was on the day my father was dying that he told me about the time when Dragons ruled the world. Through struggling breath, he painted a world centuries ago, when the Earth was nothing but ash and fire, the result of a cataclysmic event that wiped most of life on the planet. From this destruction came the Dragons.
By Joe Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Season of Flame
The fall returned swiftly, its great change sweeping over the land like a spreading fire. With its coming came the shortening of days and the darkening of nights. A coldness swept through the air and grey, unsettled clouds filled the sky. The vibrant, life assuring greenery of the summer, slowly began melting away into equally rich hues of burnt orange, red and yellow. The aptly named Season of Flame was here again.
By Amy Lindop3 years ago in Fiction
Shard Bound
The last embers of a lonely fire flickered in the morning breeze. Sol was still low in the sky, just barely peeking above the horizon. Even so the solar sphere illuminated the grasslands. In the morning light the owner of the campfire saw his destination far in the distance; Lucent Caverns. Legends stemming from the local villages told of a dragon and its foul minions who lived deep within the cave structure. There may have been some truth to those rumors, but Orion was headed there for a more urgent affair. Even at this range he felt the malevolence emanating from that direction; the slow pulse of something aberrant seeping its way into the world, and perverting the natural state. It was his duty as Magi to correct this imbalance.
By Vagabond Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Ouroboros. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
1. The last thing Leander could have possibly anticipated was the burden of a human — and a human child, no less. When he left the Old Gates in search of the priestess in the valley, he only meant to bring her magic back into the Otherworld, not find a child at his feet. The deities were becoming restless and hungry, and if magic wasn’t readily available the only option would be to harvest souls. For centuries, Leander was successful in maintaining peace at the Old Gates, and he had no interest in a child imprinting on him. Especially during such a turbulent time.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
Unwilling
Isabelle sat quietly at the dining table in the middle of their small home. Her father, rested his head in his hands. Though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, another, heavier, weight crushed him without mercy. Eventually, Isabelle spoke, “So, you want me to leave?”
By Daniel Gilliam3 years ago in Fiction
Monsters
Moonlight rippled lazily across the emerald scaled sea in the clearing’s centre. The beast’s wings were scrunched up and contorted, as he tried to fit them into the narrow gap between the trees. At full span, they were twice the size of his body and strong enough to carry him effortlessly on the sluggish springtime breeze.
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Fiction
Fire Breathers: Adventures of the Last Living Dragon
There it was, another day gone. Many quiet winters passed and the cloud-filled sky was still a somber shade of magenta red, quite promising for the coming season’s hunt. But who were we kidding, it wasn’t like there was much left to hunt, and as things were—Muvwar slept much less peacefully tonight. He tossed and turned as Mymrynth’s loud snoring roared over the valleys edge keeping him awake. Teghrom, their only living relative and most trusted advisor slept a few feet away near the cave’s entrance—and by the looks of it, he wasn’t getting much shut-eye either.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
