The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider"It's rather shallow." The healer noted, cautiously peeling away Rhilahan's bloody shirt. He meticulously studied the wound along the Ranger's lower back before applying the numbing balm. With nimble fingers, the elderly healer began stitching the torn skin back together. His attention to detail did not falter even among the growing cries of pain in the crowded chapel. Anyone with any sense of medical experience were thrown into the fray helping the wounded and easing the dying's final minutes.The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The past two days brought nothing but death and grief for the people of Eyrarfell. The ongoing conflict with the Gnolls may have dragged the Duchy into three years of bloodshed but never did the peaceful villagers of Eyrarfell believe that the war would march to their doorsteps. Half of the village still burned and many innocents were slaughtered. The healer couldn't help but admire his patient, the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a contingent of rangers to aid
Brothers and Sister (Brother!Norway x Sis!Reader)Brothers and Sister (Brother!Norway x Sis!Reader)8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brothers and Sister
(Brother!Norway and Little sister!Reader)
(((No incest what's so ever.)))
Get ready for a world of feels—I’m serious…
Commissioned by :iconElizabethkai: if you’d like one, they’re 10 points for a one!shot and 20 points for a two!shot of your choice, if you’re interested then please, note me.
“No….” A young girl stood in the rain, it was pouring, so frigid and cold, but at the same time it seemed to sizzle upon impact. The girl’s eyes were heated and her fists were raised.
“(F/n)…please don’t be angry with me, I was just so worried that I—“ For once the king of ice was broken, his eyes were down cast and filled with an emotion that not even he hi
The Plot: Introduction"I eat too much." Gwen said to me one day. I laughed at her, "You don't look it."The Plot: Introduction7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl in front of me certainly didn't look like she starved herself, but she wasn't fat. Impressively bosomy, with white-blonde hair, sparkling gray eyes and pale skin, she was a little chubby around the middle and had possibly a little more jiggle in her ass than she would have liked. Gwen and I had become close friends over the past year or so. When I first joined our school’s choir my sophomore year, Gwen became my instant choir crush. Me, the last low bass in the section and Gwen at the bottom of the altos. I thought it was cute how she danced at the Madrigal Dinners, how she mouthed across me to her friends in the Soprano section and of, course, her fantastic breasts. Hey, I am but a man, after all. The little bit of puppy love grew into a good friendship, and now in Senior year, I actually wanted to make something out of my sophomore year crush.
Gwen then spoke up, "I could write a book abo
Tarot's Distraction"Damn him." Tarot thought to himself, getting up onto a roof and sitting down, brooding. "Damn him for getting inside my head. I've had encounters with plenty of gods and other powerful beings, yet I LOST to him. I'm not supposed to lose!"Tarot's Distraction8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tarot hated few things in the world. One of those however, was losing. He despised even the idea of losing. He hadn't just lost to just anyone though, but lost to a god. A god! He had thwarted, annoyed, etc many of them in the past. It was almost a hobby, yet...he still lost to this one. The worst part of this wasn't the loss itself, but that he just couldn't get any of it out of his head. Which is what really made it get so under his skin, he just wanted to move on from it!
It wasn't mind control, he was never forced to do something against his will. Tarot had items on himself to protect against that kind of thing. Well...it wasn't a perfect defense considering all the times he still HAD gotten hypnotized, but Tarot knew this was not one of those ti
Bearstar and SweetfeatherBearstar and Sweetfeather7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wrote this for an RP where i was telling an old story that my cat's parents had told him x3 felt like it was worthy of an actual story xD
It starts in a place far away from here....
Bearstar was the most fierce cat in all the corners of the clans, kittypets, roughs and every other cat. His size was that of a boulder, and his yowl shook trees. He lived in a large clan, and was a fair ruler. He made sure every cat was safe and everycat respected him. Curiosity always danced in their minds for the tom spoke to few and many wondered about him. He never said where he was from or how he cam to be a star, and while they were curious the cat's who followed him were loyal to their last breath.
Then there was Sweetfeather, a kind she-cat, she was the healer of the clan and cared for the sick and injured. But just as our code forbids mateship with a medicine cat, so stands the rule for the heale
PromisePromise6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back after the long journey, at the resistance camp, a certain Sheikah isolated himself from the people celebrating the success on retrieving the ruby. Though a victory for the alliance, he did notice some of the companions he briefly met during the ordeal were struck by some... turn out of events, specially a Zora person, who aside of the shock suffered some severe burns while escaping the traps inside the cavern. He remained thoughtful for a while. He didn't feel this has the outstanding victory it should have, but more like an utter failure in some sense. It felt too incomplete, and he needed answers to so many things. But for now, he decided to go and check at the nursing camp to see that one person in particular, maybe learning something particular from him could answer the questions of his own. And there he was, Nautilus, laying on one of the many bed
Skrillien (Part 1)Note: Okay, I know I love Skrillien, but what if he ended up loving us back? You know, something I have prepared for..........anyway, i hope you guys like this!!!Skrillien (Part 1)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Alley (Another one of my OC's
I was wondering off again. Down the halls at night again. Carrying the Janitors trolley...again. I always stayed in late after school, so I guess I may as well help. My friends were all at home, then were getting ready for some party at my other friends. I had a feeling my boyfriend was cheating on me, but he loved me, just other women as well. That made no sense, that just makes him a rapist.
I trotted quietly down the main hall, getting ready to go to the Janitors closet to place the trolley in. I walked past our cabinet of achievements in the school, and say my name first for the Gymnastics and Acrobat. I was a successful student, but also the so called leader. They looked up to me, and always asked for help. But when it came to douchebags, they were my friends to. E
Dragon's TouchShe looked over at the girl across the way, the wind started to blow slightly, it swept up her hair and her hooded cape a little ways. This is the moment in her life she had prepared for, to destroy the woman who had tormented and hurt her for so long.Dragon's Touch7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today the woman would feel the Dragons Touch.
“A Dragon can not defeat a demon much like myself girl” She has said with a smirk, “My strength is far greater then yours Demi.”
The Dragon, Demi was her name just closed her eyes and ripped off her cape letting it get carried by the wind. Her arm, which had scales and talons like a dragon now becoming visible, and the scares that wrapped around her neck and spiraled down into her shirt now hidden underneath the fabric.
“I'm about to show you the strength of a Dragon Olivia” Demi hissed, her eyes turning a blood red. Patches of scales appearing around her body, and also making an appearance on her body where giant wings and a tail. Demi was cursed with this
Regency Mpreg: 3“Good sir!” Dominick called out to the store manager.Regency Mpreg: 37 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Keela felt very uncomfortable as she and her ten boys crowded into the small store. The store manager walked over and smiled at Dominick.
“Why hello, Professor K, what brings you here?”
“I am in need of nice clothing for these boys here. They range from eighteen to four… I need some suits for the older ones and more casual clothing for the baby people.”
“Baby… people?” the store manager said with a tight confused smile.
Dominick directed his hand to the group of younger children.
“I see… um, we will have to get their measurements.”
“Very good. I will take this young lady over to the store over yonder.”
The store manager looked surprised.
“Sir, are you saying that these boys will stay here by themselves?”
“Nonsense!” The manager sighed. “That’s what you’re here for.”
Keela came to the poor m
Chapter One: The Tales of House“Where am I?” He asked with his head in his hands. His deep Violet hair was blocking the sunlight coming in a large window that he knew wasn’t his own.Chapter One: The Tales of House7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“House.” Said a little girl and the boy instantly looked up. When he did he knew he was no longer in his own run down room, but in a huge ball room with a tiny girl standing in front of him.
“I can see this is a house,” He said trying to be kind to the little girl, seeing as she looked to be only about five, “but where is this house.”
“House is everywhere.” She said. “House is all around you. House is my only friend, but House brought you here to be my friend too.” She grabbed onto the teenager’s hand and smiled.
“Is House a person?” He asked, not really sure what to make of this child’s chanting of ‘House, House, House’.
“Not really.” She said. “House is alive, but House is still just a house, but a magica
SecertThey say the best secret keepers are the dead or the mute. Why these two types? For the dead cannot speak to the living. Well they do not speak to the living normally. The living do have mediums that can speak to the dead. Those that do that work are few and far between. So the dead are silent keepers most of the time. The mute well that is an easy answer they are mute. Now if they can write you now have a flaw in your plan much like the dead have their flaw.Secert2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So the real answer is. You should keep your own secrets. That is why they are secret.
If you really do not want people to know. Do not tell a soul- living or dead. Keep your secret. Keep it close to you. Die with it. No one needs to know it. That is the essence of a secret is it not? That it is unknown.
Who am I you might be wondering?
I am your secret.
I hide within you. I am what you want to tell the world yet don't. Sometimes the need is too great and I spill out. Then I am no longer a secret.
A secret once shared is not a secr
Little MomentsCrystalline droplets of water dripped off of the woman's silky locks of long purple hair. Her golden eyes were distant but thoughtful as she wrung out as much water as possible, following that up by squeezing a drop of conditioner into her hands before running it through her now-damp hair. She had been told that there was something special planned for tonight, and naturally wanted to look her best.Little Moments8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Heaving a sigh the woman pulled her hair up into a towel, straightening and looking into her own eyes through the mirror, wondering what exactly it was that her husband had up his sleeves. When David had first told her that he had plans for tonight, with a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous smile that warmed her heart, she had plied him with questions to try and figure out what was going on but he had given away nothing.
"Now, now, Rosalie. What fun would it be if I told you what the surprise is? Sort of defeats the purpose doesn't it?" Maddeningly logical as ever, she hated it as
Dragons Delight/vanilla voreDragons Delight/vanilla vore35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
(this will mark the story start and start and end of vore *)hey guys, yes i have full permission to use vanilla from Dragonx1010: dragonx1010.deviantart.com/
this story is about vanilla and my character josh having a bit of.. fun you could say
Warning this story contains the following: vore and (a bit of) violence
(*)It all started on a day like any other for josh when he took a stroll in the forest for a camping trip. he followed the trail and kept a close eye on it until he got hungry, he saw an apple tree through a gap in a bush, so he left his pack behind and went to it, took a few apples and tried to get back through the bush to the trail, sadly he picked the wrong bush and when he realized that he took the wrong path he went nuts and started running in random directions then he was lost.
"ugh why me?" i screamed looking for my pack and the trail. i start r
Thanks for What?Thanks for What?Thanks for What?8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theodore had been driving along the road since November 23. There seemed no place in sight to stop and rest for the night for the past 80 kilometers since he had left home. He was tired and dazed and hungry. Then he saw the exit sign about twelve kilometers ahead. Then the time was almost 11 pm. Thanksgiving day was the next morning. Theodore knew that he would be truly thankful if he could rest before then. He headed for the exit and left the main road.
Ahead about ten kilometers more, there seemed to be the outline of a small town. As he drove nearer, he discovered that it had no name. In any event, he needed to rest. So he entered town limits and searched for a place to park his car. All around him, the houses and structures were antiquated and deserted. Some seemed to be built with stone or material that he neither knew nor saw before. They were dark and some had only one window. Theodore swallowed and tried to ignore them.
There was a small hotel off the Main Stre
Rising Tides by :iconfoureyes: Called ...a dream on our way to deathRising Tides2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Insprired by this for :iconsixwordstories:
Poseidon rises from the briny depths.
Test 6 - Combat - Dawn (The First Wave)Finally the dawn had come. And the wind started to blow –not because of temperature changes, but because of the massive army of thousands dragons were flying and dozens of helicopters and dropships carrying human soldiers and armors.Test 6 - Combat - Dawn (The First Wave)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
- I want combat trenches and defense turrets here, here, and here! –Lieutenant Shepard pointed on the map for troop leaders– Everything must be ready in thirteen minutes! You hear me–thirteen minutes! Now move and be ready before I kick your asses!
- Hu-ah! –all leaders yelled their battle cry and got into work. Dropships landed to drop tanks and IFVs before returned to Fake Wings for picking up some more armors. Soldiers hurried getting control of mechas. Troops non-stopped deploying from helicopters. Meanwhile, Warfang’s army where patrolling around or landed to prepare before the fight.
Inside Fake Wings, Admiral Anderson looked on the battle map: Everything had been prepared and ready, only waiting for the enemy! It
.:Mina: Once Upon a December:. ONESHOT“Dancing bears.:Mina: Once Upon a December:. ONESHOT4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once Upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory.
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember.
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.”
“Mina.” Mumbled the husky tone of her father, “I'm going out. Watch the house.”
The teenage girl looked up from her textbook and smiled, “O-Okay, Father! Be safe!” And without another word, the door closed. Mina sighed softly, her smile fading bit by bit as she slipped her reading glasses off
For QuardiianRae swallowed hard as he glanced around the kitchen, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to keep his focus on the task at hand. Rae had intended to surprise Sam with a chicken dinner with salad and wine and a romantic setting and make everything perfect! But for some reason, every inanimate object was working against Rae. The candles that he had planned on using to make things romantic had snapped in half, the lettuce had gone bad, the nice tablecloth had been destroyed in the washing machine, and now the chicken was cooking too slowly!For Quardiian8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on..." Rae mumbled anxiously, looking from the clock to the chicken in the oven. It looked raw, and Sam would be there in twenty minutes! With an anxious whine, Rae turned up the temperature of the stove and prayed that the chicken would be cooked on time.
There was a knock on the door, and Rae felt his stomach strike his throat like one of those "Test-your-strength" games they had at the fair. It was Sam. He was fifteen minutes early! Rae bega
Story of the day: AERON THE TERRIBLEAERON THE TERRIBLEStory of the day: AERON THE TERRIBLE3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cameron stared at the notches on the cell wall, not quite able to believe he had been here for nine years. On the one hand, it didn’t seem that long at all; it felt like he had just arrived in this strange place called Netra, was still getting used to its strange people and strange customs. But on the other hand, he felt that Captain Richard Cameron of the Space Star Silver Streak had been another man, that his life as captain of the last starship from the vanished planet Earth on an endless mission to establish colonies to preserve the human race was some other lifetime, in some other age.
As perhaps it was. Anlo Oxexs had told him that the portal through which he had emerged from the Dimension of Originality--so named because the ancestors of the Netrans had come through the Time Curve from there--interfered with time as well as space. And he recalled from his life on the Silver Streak that space