When Elrich, a young orphan, stumbles upon a dying dragon and a mysterious stone, he doesn’t realize he holds the key to a cosmic conflict. The stone is the Firestone, a source of unimaginable power that can destroy the universe in the wrong hands.
And there are plenty of wrong hands eager to get it: the ruthless Dragon Lord Vorghul, who leads a horde of
rebel dragons; the wicked witch, Moribund, who seeks the Firestone to unlock an ancient tomb and unleash dark magic; and the tyrannical King Gilfillan II who needs the Firestone to win his fight against both dragons and witches, while fighting to protect his own throne from his ambitious cousin. Elrich must protect the Firestone from all these enemies, even ...
I suspect my childhood friend is a mind reader. He always knows what to say to me or what I'm thinking before I even think it. Like out in the hallway a few minutes ago. I was reading a poster for theater auditions when-
"You should stick with the yearbook." Collin had magically appeared beside me from the throng of students. He rested his arm on my
shoulder. I shoved him off.
"It's senior year. Let me do something fun. Something exciting!" I protested with glee.
Jasmine Kim, a notorious gossiper chuckled from beside me. I didn't like her. She chewed too loud and was flat-out mean. Her rudeness was often mistaken as sarcasm by everyone so she was a bit of a social butterfly. We bumped into each other f...
I never in my whole 33 years would have ever imagined that I would be living in Los Angeles, going to FIDM, the best school for Fashion in the United States, Living with my best friend, and just living the best life I could possibly be living.
I grew up south of LA, in a small town called Chula Vista. I did all of my schooling down there, even
got a job after high school and worked my ass off to be able to go to my dream school.
Ever since I was younger my grandma and I would sew clothes for my dolls. My grandma was the best, she taught me how to hand sew my own clothes, she taught me how to cross stitch, and how to make quilts. My grandma was the best ever, she was and always will be my favorite...
Carson's eyes roamed over the white tree, stark against the pitch-black sky. He slid his thumb down the side of his coffee cup.
Carson turned from the window to see Charlie standing in the doorway of the living room. She pulled on
the front of the tshirt she had insisted on wearing to bed.
“You’re supposed to be in bed, Charlie. What do you need?” he whispered. He set down his coffee mug and padded over to her. She raised her hands and he hoisted her little self onto his hip. She was growing everyday, but she still was the smallest little girl in her preschool class.
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as
the pain started it stopped sending a chill up her spine. She looked down to her arm to see a black tattoo-like image of the number 10 appear on her arm. It looked eerily similar to the number 4 on her other arm.
As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...
Walking alone in the dark forest, Lana rubbed her arms. It was indeed very cold at 3 am. “Why did I even agree to come here? Ugh now I got lost,” Lana talked to herself. For sure right now she was regretting listening to her friends. Sighing maybe for the nth time, she looked around trying to see where her friends were camping. Hearing
some noises, she immediately stopped walking and looked around.
“Who is there?” she asked, frightened. Hearing no response, she squinted her eyes, trying to see if someone was there or she heard things. Not seeing anything, she walked again. “Maybe I am hallucinating,” she said to herself. Pushing away the long branches of the fallen trees, she made h...
Percy looked down at their bloodied hands, the cow in front of them absolutely decimated, red spots tainting the previously green grass a sickly shade with blood. Before, this would have been disgusting, enough to make Percy break down, but now that a set of pearly white canines poked past their pale lips, it was a delicious sight, reeling them in and
begging to be tasted. Percy grimaced and wiped their hands on their pretty turquoise blouse, not caring for the trouble they’d be in later. They had to figure out how to get the stains out eventually. “Crap,” Percy muttered, licking the pearls of blood off their fingertips, very unsympathetic towards the life they just ended. Cow’s blood was tasty, and Per...
The 31th day in July once a year at night with a full moon something exquisite happens at the Lyanne Lake. But only the Lake itself may decide who is worthy of it's grace. Only when midnight begins a portal to a forgotten land opens in one minute.
But never have two people at the same time been blessed by the Lake to enter. That was until
Freya and Jacqueline were both chosen for something great, coincidence? I think not, rather fate.
They both get sucked in by the portal into another dimension and meets a man named Kain. He explains that they were chosen by the Lake to defeat Callisto who has taken over the land called Valendale. Only together they will succeed with their quest.
I slowly walk to the edge of the cliff, dazed, as if in a trance. Looking down I see the water, churning and deadly. My entire body is trembling, terrified by what I’m about to do. Slowly and carefully, I take her picture out of my pocket. The wind whips at my body, almost tearing the picture from my hand. I place her image against my chest and take a deep
breath, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. I lift my head to the sky, closing my eyes, and wrapping her sweater tighter around my body. Thoughts and memories of her assault my mind, making it hard to breathe. I desperately gasp for air before realizing that I don’t want to breathe. With that thought I jump off the cliff, and fall toward the water. The w...
That’s what they called me.
Coward coward coward, they called.
I screamed until they stopped.
I screamed again and again and again.
All was silent.
My ears were ringing.
Then I realized what I had done.
They were all dead.
I killed them.
I killed them all.
My hands were bloody.
My clothes were bloody.
didn’t know if the blood belonged to me.
Or to them.
It echoed in my head.
Coward coward coward.
I fell to my knees.
I screamed again.
I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t want to stop.
All was silent.
Logan rolled to the side of his bed. His bed was a mattress full of straw. He stared at the brown eyes of a Border Collie. Logan had conceived his mother to get him a dog because it would be good for herding their sheep on their farm. His dog was only ten weeks old and he was still training it.
“You have to go pee now?” He groaned.
The dog barked and wagged its tail. He got out of bed and grabbed the leash and his cell phone and an inhaler from the table. Stuck his cell phone and inhaler inside of his oversized grey sweatpants. Clipped the leash onto the dog’s red collar. He left his bedroom and put on his shoes. Carefully, he shut the front door not to wake up his mother. Outside, it ...
Hands in pockets, hood pulled over her brown curls, she continued walking down the wet, damaged road, the grey of the nighttime sky casting darkness over the scene. The things her father had told her were all she could think about, the very thoughts that had shaken her deeply to her core. But she suddenly stopped to a halt, the girl of seventeen having a
Why did my dad tell me now? She was having a normal day just like any other. She had woken up from her determined alarm set at six that morning. The teen had quickly taken a hot shower, changed into her favorite plain tank-top and loose fitted blue jeans. She then made breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast for her dad and herself, and grabb...
He just looked at the woman he still called mother,fallen on the ground,looking broken for the first time looking like him for the first time.
She had fainted,and instead of the will to help her all he wanted to do was to run away again. So he did exactly that.
'You should have helped her! Go back and help her!' a tiny voice was shrieking inside his head,
but the voice was tiny. His legs couldn't stop even as his vision was getting blurry. tears clouded up his eyes but he couldn't cry. Not here, not now.
a few hours earlier he was beating the shit out of people and now his mother recalled him using an ethereal cute boy to celebrate his 40th birthday?
what in the actual fuck is going on?
' whoever the go...
'I'm too old for this' the warrior grunted as he bashed a guy's skull in.
Once he made sure the asshole no longer breathed,he lit a cigarette and took a long drag and grunted again.
The warrior sighed, he had nothing to return to. He jumped on his old trusted comrade, his horse and rode homeward
When he finally reached,his feet automatically leading him
to his bedroom,there was a knock on the door.
There was a rather interesting gentleman at the door. An awkwardly perched bowler hat decked his skull while his coat tail end struggled to reach the start of his muddy boots. The most striking feature however, was his face.
The warrior tried to capture the guy with his eyes,checked him out if you will. His face...
Growing up in an Asian county seems quite difficult. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on their carrier. But how can you help yourself if you
are in love right at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...
Her fiery wings illuminated in the night sky, blackening and curling at the tips of each feather as she spoke. “I have watched her well, Dark Winged. She has the valor to go after her parents dreams.”
The Dark Winged stood before her, his skin as white as the serrated wings blooming from the small of his back. “Her parents are
stranded. And so will she be, if you are right about her potential.”
Amaris nodded courteously, though her eyes clouded from the truth coming from out of the Dark Winged's wine red lips. “I understand.” She remarked, her voice unsentimental despite the protests surfacing at her tongue.
The Dark Winged was unresponsive as his cosmic wings began to move r...