Species: GremlinSpecies: Gremlin4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
General Characteristics: Light green skin with some form of freckle/spot pattern on there body. Usually found wearing a skull shaped helmet typically born with them that they later carve or modify into other shapes. Average height of about two and a half feet.
Lifespan: 300 - 500 years
Abilities: Immune to all magic capability with the exception of some types of alchemy (science > magic). Have advanced intellect. Bodies are super light and bone is made from a malleable material, allowing them to squeeze into narrow spaces.
History: Gremlins, for many generations, had been lumped together with most imps and fae do to there common appearance with many of them during the early records of mankind. It was there inability to properly harness magic that made them easy targets for predators and other races to enslave them with magic.
The gremlin elder sought the aid of the stronger, more benevolent races for assistance in setting t
Wolf ConservationBy grapehyacinthWolf Conservation8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hi, I'm Grace Charnow. Are you Ann?”
The woman's face looked weathered but kindly as it creased into a smile. “Yes. Welcome to the Wolf Conservatory. I understand you'd like to interview us for your college newspaper?”
Grace cleared her throat. She was nervous as this was her first assignment. The older students had pawned this unwanted story off on her because it was somewhat controversial. One of the biggest donors to the school, Mayor Landis, was fighting to have the center closed. He felt it did no good and it was a waste of tax dollars. Many of the students were fighting this looming decision, and it was up to Grace to report on the center itself.
The Wolf Conservatory was rumored to be run by a bunch of ex-hippies who were probably into drugs as well, but the woman before Grace was nothing like she had expected. She might have been a hippie in her former life, but she was neatly dressed and appeared quite happy that Grace w
Wolf Girl - TFCaitlyn headed into the woods after school, her skin prickling as heat spread through her. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the traps of her backpack fall free as the heavy back smashed to the ground, and let loose a groan half of relief and half of pain as the warmth continued to spread through her body. The clothing came next, rough fibers tearing against her sensitized skin as the groan wracked through her again, and she stuffed them into her bag. She barely managed to zip it before another groan escaped her, and the task lost all meaning.Wolf Girl - TF6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heat rippled through her flesh, skin prickling as silver fur began to form, growing to cover her chest even as new sets of nipples grew along her body. She panted at the mixture of pain and pain, her too long tongue lolling out of her mouth's side as a sudden wrench forced her to her knees. Her legs began to shift, the bone structure altering itself as she pushed herself up on all fours. Feet and hand shrank to paws, tipped in white as her
Black-Heart RansomStay here with me just a little longer,Black-Heart Ransom2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don’t you worry about your future fears-
Stay and let your dream of love grow stronger,
Don’t you think long about the future’s tears.
I will hold for ransom blind affection,
which your heedless heart has freely given.
How do I still live with this infection
-For sin which never will be forgiven-
How, still somehow live with my reflection?
To not send you away, as would be best-
Let you hope to love without rejection-
Is this just holding pain to wait, repressed?
So I have taken villain as my role,
Please find a prince who might your heart console.
© Benjamin Court, November 2013
Dragon's Comrade, Part IMy name is Brent Edele. I live in a world much unlike your own due to sorcerous powers at work, I have glimpsed your world, and hence I have come to this conclusion. There are humans in my world, yes, but there are also the graceful elves and stocky dwarves, among others. I do wonder how you, the reader, can exist in such a boring world, with your towering buildings and cramped cities. We, too, have buildings and cities such as these, but our cities are those that can be compared to the Renaissance period of your history.Dragon's Comrade, Part I4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I mentioned before, I live in a fantastical world, with equally-as-fantastical creatures. There are ogres, orcs, werewolves and more. However, after the tumult that's been going on all this time, I wish to pursue the knowledge of one type of creature that stands above the rest both figuratively and literally. In your tongue, you would call them dragons I suppose I can
I'm A Little FairyI'm A Little Fairy3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Thomas was true nature lover. Everyday he would go into the forest and spend mostly all day in there just enjoying the peace and serenity it brought him. Some people thought he was weird but he didn't care. He was him and loved to go into the woods to chill or relax after a long hard day. Sometimes he'd bring his trusty camera along to take a few pics of the wildlife and such.
"Oh boy I wonder what i'll get today," Thomas said as he entered the forest. It was a nice sunny and cloudy day. "Man I just love coming in here all the time." He spoke happily.
Thomas snapped a few pictures here, and a few pictures there and made it to his favorite spot in the forest. A small creek where the sun always shined. He sat on the biggest rock and marveled at the water. The sun bounced off of it's crystal clearness so perfectly it could have blinded him.
"Perfect, just perfect." Thomas was happy with himself smiling.
Little did Thoma
An Explanation of ExpositionAlright, as a disclaimer, and as a stop hand sign to everyone who decides this article becomes worthy of an angry mob what with the picket signs and pitchforks with the ever-so-sharp prongs, what I’m writing here is my opinion, based on the meagre experience I’ve had in writing fictional literature. You don’t have to believe I’m saying the right thing, you don’t even have to read my words. So before you rage, bear in mind I haven’t said “got to” or “you must” or anything remotely close.An Explanation of Exposition2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Ok, were good? You gonna put your pitchfork away?
No you wanna read with it in your hand? Weird but fine, your prerogative.
Now, exposition, eeeeexposiiiiition. Might hear writers toss that word around like a Frisbee, but it’s the critics that really go on and on and on about it. Exposition is described as “The action of explaining a particular point or subject” in a dictionary, and surprise surprise, I’m not saying anyt
Dragon TamerThis text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad languageDragon Tamer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
I'm happy, euphoric, overjoyed.
Because I've just been accepted as a dragon tamer!!!
Sure, it's not as flashy or popular as being a dragon rider.
Nor as risky and adventurous as dragon hunter.
Or as versatile and well paying as a dragon user.
But without tamers, it'd be impossible to domesticate most dragons, even less ride or use them in everyday life.
Plus, being a tamer and all, you can latter on apply for rider if you want to, and the requirements aren't as tough as when you try applying directly.
There are a lot of perks to this job as well.
First off, you have a choice as to what dragons you want to tame, and, unlike with riders, you can change the dragons you're taming (instead of being stuck with the same o
Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 1Chapter One - Crazy or Half-Dragon?Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Right from the first day, being part dragon had never been pleasant. Oh, sure, it might seem like some fantasy geek's dream come true, but take it from me, the whole thing is much closer to a nightmare.
Let's see if I can explain this.
Friday night I was a regular, slightly pudgy guy, and by Saturday, I looked like a giant lizard on steroids. You know what? I hate scales. I hate them. They rub against each other all the time, whenever you move; it's almost like wearing chain mail. Except it's attached to your skin.
Oh, and then there was the actual dragon I'd merged with, who had a nasty habit of arguing with me inside my head.
This is a ridiculous mode of transportation was his current complaint, as I rode my bike down the street. Thankfully, being half dragon comes two-for-one with basic shapeshifting abilities, so I was able to revert mostly back to human form when I wanted. The bad news: I still had two plates of ar
Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter One, BoredSherlock: Chasing the Dragon4 years ago in Drama More Like This
John opened his eyes and furrowed his brow as he realized that the odd sound was not part of a dream, but actually a part of his reality. Glancing over at the clock he groaned at the early hour. Rain continued to lash against the window as it had done for the past four days. The weather seemed to be having an effect on the crime rate and they hadn't had a case in days.
Not having something to keep Sherlock's mind occupied was always dangerous. However also having him cooped up indoors due to the storm was even worse. John knew that Sherlock snuck outside to smoke, even though he denied it to the last and always had some clever explanation for his short trips. Despite all his efforts with the nicotine patches it seemed to be a habit that he simply couldn't break. With the constant driving rain it was impossible for even Sherlock to come up with a good excuse to go outside.
John was worried that if something didn't chang
How To Live a Dragon's LifeHow To Live a Dragon's Life5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well everyone, this is my second story about HTTYD. However I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes that may follow:
1) English is my second language, so grammar and spelling mistakes may be seen regularly.
2) I hope I can describe every character's personality well. I'm not good at describing characters I'm not really a fan of.
What if Hiccup did kill Toothless? As punishment by the gods, he is turned into a Night Fury himself. Is there still hope for peace between dragons and Vikings? It's all up to Hiccup. And it ain't easy, a dragon's life.
Warning: This chapter may be a bit gory and some Toothless fans may feel angry!
There are many stories about Hiccup turning into a dragon, but I'm a big fan of them. That's why I decided to write one as well.
That is all! Let the story begin!
Pleading eyes looked up at the small Viking boy. The dragon didn't struggle to free himself from his bonds. It was no use, he had tried all night, with no success. He looked at
Daydreams - A Dragon Transformation Story Fall had come in full force, a brutal onslaught of wet and cold weather. Derek had been enjoying it, as the cold weather had given him an excuse to stay indoors and play with his new computer. Today was different though. It was one of those late fall days that made him long for summer again, where the sun shone its warmth upon the world and lit it up with brilliant color. The little things added up fast: the bus to school came on time and he got to see the sun rise over the farm fields near his home. There was no wait for the train and he managed to get a seat, and actually get some rest there.Daydreams - A Dragon Transformation Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And he actually got to school with enough time to have breakfast with his friends.
"Hello there Mr. Dragon!"
"Hush, not so loud," he replied, with a glance around the otherwise empty cafeteria.
"Can't deny who you really are." His friend smirked with the knowledge that she was
Battle Dragon part1This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad languageBattle Dragon part16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
"I am very sorry..." this, dear readers.
"...it's not that you don't work hard..." are pieces of conversations.
"...but you have to think that..." that have filled up my life.
"...there are tens of people who..." these past two and a half years.
"...do it way better than you..." and it's not that I'm not surprised.
"...and are paid the same than you..." after all, who can compete with someone that can become ten times stronger?
"...I really don't have any other option..." I mean, sure, I wake up at four in the morning every morning to go to work.
"...so pack up your stuff..." so I can pay my university and the rent of my one room flat.
"...take off your uniform..." and not have to go back to the middle of now
Ivory ScalesIvory ScalesIvory Scales7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hundreds of people were walking by on the streets. Some were last minute buyers, others just lurkers in the night, and others going home for Christmas. Rain was falling down on their heads, but they didnt seem to mind, overtaken with the joy of the holiday season. Everything seemed right. The perfect Christmas, like all the ones before it. Everything was in tune, and everyone was happy
Except for James. James had only one thing on his Christmas list; had only one wish for the holidays. One hope that he had had for every Christmas. But James never got what he wanted. He got what he asked for, but never what he wanted. And he knew that he would never get his wish. Looking up to the crying skies he sighed.
"Rain like every year. Is there any chance it will ever snow here?" James pondered to himself. But he new the answer. He lived in Arizona, on of the hottest states in all of America. People were in shorts and T-shirts while walking in the streets. He wished it wo
A Hidden worldDrowning, drowning in a languid pool,A Hidden world3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But people call me an indolent fool.
I'm not like them, I don't think like them
It's from that difference their hatred stems.
I've been told that I'm crazy, mad and wrong
How do I explain seeing a bird through the song?
'Well you're crazy.' 'She's not quite there!'
'Don't go near her, son!' 'Oh, her sanity is bare.'
Would you listen if I begged you day and night?
Would you spare time, to ponder my sick plight?
It's not that I don't try to fit in with the society,
My murky mind won't let me slide in with propriety.
It's a sick and twisted path, that I am forced to follow.
For in loneliness I seek refuge in my own mind's hollow.
It's a cycle of pain, with never a guiding light.
I could beg for my freedom, but it's already taken flight.
I wish you knew, I wish you felt, I wish you would accept,
That I'm not like you, I'll never be like you. That's no reason to repent
That I'm born unique, in a world I own, in a world that eludes
Dragon ReconDraconic ReconnaissanceDragon Recon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun set forth its vibrant rays of lights through cloudless skies that day. Molten yellow shafts of daylight sifted through the spidery branches of towering thick spires of living wood and the spiky needles of their evergreen leaves. Patches of brightly lit ground lay in scattered disarray amongst the shadows of the giant lumbering evergreens. Wind swirled throughout this forested scene with a sapient playfulness as it continued its journey in a Westerly direction. It kicked up light dust where it was exposed and brought dried brown pine needles back to life with an unpredictable dance.
Somewhere within this scene of majestic foliage the echoing singing of various feathered birds had long begun their dance with the wind. Their songs of conversation carried for what seemed like miles. To add to this chorus of high tweets and chirps were the occasional chatter of squirrels arguing to their counterparts about placed nuts and other necessities. Everything about t
Golden Blood -- Ch. 1Chapter One - SyraGolden Blood -- Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a time when dragons ruled the earth. But that time is past.
I often asked myself how this came to be. How we, the rulers of the sky, the magic-shapers and fire-breathers, could have descended so low in what seems like such little time. I wasn't alive for much of the dragons' rule. It ended when I was only five cycles old. And yet I still missed it, I missed it with every inch of me that hated the humans, and loved magic.
Well, I supposed there was nothing for it.
Our land-- if we truly had the right to call it our land any longer-- was a beautiful place. I marvelled at its beauty everywhere I went; at the black mountains frosted with glittering snow, at the shivering reflections of sunlight on the lakes. Every journey held a new discovery, and a new beauty that could take my breath away. The life of a nomad was suited to me, that I could find beauty in the simplest of things, and endure some discomfort for it. My brother, however
Well, he's a d
LongingOften my mind takes flight,Longing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On scaled dreamwings, across the Great Sea,
Until the dragon can wrap him in his wings,
And hold him close, knowing that he is there
My collar, both a blessing and a curse
Always there around my neck, a constant reminder,
Of what I have, yet cannot touch...
A special bond,
Shown by purple bond and leash,
Sealed with heartshaped silver,bearing my name...
Even though seperated by half an earthglobe,
The dragon still keeps his head high, hope in his heart
That he will one daay take flight for real,
To fly across the Great Sea...
To finally be there,
To be, where his collar tells that he belongs...
The Dragos and the Yeomhan ::Part 1::"No please! Don't kill it, I found it!"The Dragos and the Yeomhan ::Part 1::2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'That voice. Where do I know that voice?' My head was throbbing as I slowly came to.
"If we don't kill it, it will kill us. Now move aside so I may be rid of it before it wakes." A different voice, it sounded more agitated.
'Kill it? It? Me?!' My eyes shot open upon this realization and I tried to move. I couldn't. I was on the ground, my hands and legs bound by something stronger than I was.
"It's too late. We need to kill it now!" It was the same agitated voice.
There was a rustle of sound then a loud thud.
"NO!" It was a cry of desperation. Something went wrong. Not a moment later a strange looking knife fell to the ground jutting out not more then an inch from my face. The reflection of my eyes in the blade nearly gave me a heart attack. I went to scream only to find my mouth had been gagged as well.
"We can't kill it. We don't know what it is yet."
"So why did you bind it?"
The question sounded sarcastic. I wanted to turn to my other side bu
13 TF Shorts of Halloween - Giving Candies13 TF Shorts of Halloween - Giving Candies 1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was Halloween night at the neighborhood was abuzz with activities with all the trick or treaters out to gather candies. Many residences were eagerly awaiting the arrival of these costumed revelers, except one particular one.
In that household the sole occupant was lounging on the couch looking quite bored at the television set to distract from all the noise going on outside. Though there were candies prepared to distribute, she honestly had no intention or inclination to carry it out.
For Brea she liked to treat this night like any other night.
Her brother had made preparation for giv
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
Dragon Wings-- ProloguePART ONEDragon Wings-- Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The mountains of the western lands were tall and packed tightly together, huddling in groups as if in defence from the frigid skies. Trees and grass reached up over part of the mountains' bases, but the higher the stone stood, the less foliage was to be seen. By the time one reached a mountain peak, the world was devoid of life and colour, defined only by the breath of wind and swirls of silver snow. Once the moon was high in the night sky, the flurries rose to stinging storms, and the wind bit with a sudden new fury in the darkness. The sky grew pale and cloud-obscured, bathing the mountaintops in smudges of frosty white.
The high altitudes of the mountains saw few visitors, but it was during one of these cold, harsh nights that a group of five dragons were silhouetted against the crescent moon. The party folded their wings and drifted downwards, coming to rest on the craggy slope of the nearest mountain.
"Listen up!" the largest of them, a green-scaled male,
13 TF Shorts of Halloween - Apple Bobbing13 TF Shorts of Halloween - Apple Bobbing 1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was good to relax, despite the usual amount of troubles that tend to be stirred up around Halloween. Elaine was happy to have some time away from it to enjoy the festivities that made the holiday season such fun.
The Bedlam Asylum had set up a festival ground to allow the patients to enjoy some fun activities in the spirit of Halloween. Many of these activities were run by the staff or certain responsible patients. Dr. Charlotte Jekyll was suppose to be operating one, Elaine recall but was unable to discover where mentor had set up shop.
Walking through the crowd, her attention was drawn by a traditional game often played during Halloween.