Young Adult
Wandering Dark
You’d think in a town the size of this one girl would be able to disappear easily – or at least quickly. I need to be more careful, spells where any pleb can stumble across….Damn, missed my alley, why do all self-appointed hunters have to be so fit! On any other day, I could outpace him. But today was not any other day and I just had to wear my heavy boots to mark the occasion. Need air…. I’ll hide here for a few moments, catch my breath. No one will think to look for a witch underneath temple stairs. Wonder if they’d let me invoke the right to Sanctuary…
By Waters Dragonfriend4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 2
Read Chapter 1 here Listen to this chapter here When Ayan woke up, Audeni was still asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, Ayan quietly dressed in her school uniform and went downstairs to the hotel lobby. It wasn't hard to be quiet. Ayan's foster mother had trained her and her brother, Leo, to be thieves, so Ayan had learned early how to convince a silk skirt and shirt to barely rustle, even to a fabric wizard like herself. Though that that life was behind her, old habits died hard, and she left the room without even waking Audeni's dog, Watson.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Underworld
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The only monsters that used to plague Nocus Valley were the banished gods and their shadows. But somehow, the Nocus Lord created something more, something worse. Some argued that the beasts were even more deadly than the ruler of Nocus himself. However, Melia begged to differ. She’d seen Nos before and it had left her terrified of her own shadows.
By Gabriela V. Rivera4 years ago in Fiction
Ladybird
Sunlight came in as woven strands, that dawned through the windowpanes of Alouette’s bedroom. She squinted in its glimmering presence, whisking her head to the other side of her room with her scarlet locks flanking at almost every angle around her head. Nature’s lullaby sprung in next. White noises were always something the redhead despised; she was a light sleeper, after all. Then, the door crashed open.
By Priscillia4 years ago in Fiction
When Worlds Collide
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but I got too tempted and too reckless. A broken heart could do that. Have you ever fallen so fast and so hard that your wings felt like they were going to catch fire before ripping off? No? Well neither have I until way into the future, and I knew it was going to happen. But the cause of such could be altered at any moment in the present time. Who knows why I might be falling. Maybe I jumped off a building, or got pushed off this said building. Or maybe I fell in love and then that person pushed me off a building. I should really stay away from buildings.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Fiction
Summer of the Dragons
There weren't always dragon's in the valley. Only in the summer, but they came in swarms, glittering like cut gems in the sky. We're just as likely to see boiling rain as we are plumes of fire overhead. People call us crazy for living in the dragons' valley, but we don't see it that way.
By Rielle Hein4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Stories
“There weren’t always Dragons in The Valley.” The wizened old man licked his lips after his withered statement, he had told this story plenty of times, and he would tell it many moreover, so long as there were people to listen he would recall this tale over and over again until he eventually fell asleep in his seat and Ysabelle would drape him in woolen blankets before ushering the little ones off to bed. Alane had heard the story plenty of times, yet, he always leaned forward when he heard that now familiar opening line,
By Jax Tolleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Dwelling Place
Chapter 5 Several weeks had passed since I had vowed to let the girls have more freedom outside. It was now the beginning of March, and the weather, being typical for where we lived in New York showed much of the snow was gone. I referred to this as mud season. Some days it snowed- though it never stuck for long -and some days it was warm enough that if you could stay in the sun, you could wear a tee shirt. Most days, the air, that was once void of any smell at all during winter, was full of rich earthiness. You could smell the sweetness of the thawing soil and the musk of last autumn's decaying leaves. The deciduous trees were still naked, and sometimes the wind howled through their rattling bare branches much like they would on Halloween. Spring was the eeriest time of year for me. It felt like a time when we earnestly awaited the wakening of the earth, and while we waited, we rested tired, sun-blinded eyes upon a seemingly barren and empty forest. The most considerable disparity between spring and autumn was our newly profound and unconscious appreciation of the sun. In October, after a long hot summer, the cold feels a bit colder, and everyone, even the kids, are willing to put heavy warm coats on at 40 degrees. In early March though, after a long cold winter, where you have seen the temperatures of -20 or colder, you welcome 40 degrees with bare skin that lusts for even just the smallest drop of sunlight. Today the thermometer read 50 degrees while the sun created the feeling of a temperature much closer to 60 degrees, and I was doing all I could to soak in every precious morsel of warmth. It fueled my inner being and I knew that when the girls got home from school I could never ask them to come in.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
