Fable

Planet Tetro ~ Page 72
This time I decided to dodge her sword attack instead of blocking . Seeing as how far she sent me flying before. I barely dodged it and was panting while anticipating her next attack . After the last attack she started concentrating with both of her hands . Her hands were soon to be covered in a large ball of light . It was twice as large as the one that she launched at me before. Shit I thought I wish my drill absorbed light just like my drill is able to absorb electricity.
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Box
I wish something interesting would happen. It was raining today, and I was stuck inside this office with nothing to do but stare out my small window. I felt trapped in my small room.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
If, preceding your picking this story, you have preconceived about what this story may be about, I’ll ask you to please place them aside. This tale is not to be taken lightly for no one could prepare themselves for what will take place henceforth. I was given no such warning before my life was turned upside down by the most peculiar and frightening events. My journey is not one to be read by those of weak disposition, so if you are unable to continue than I implore you to put the book down and walk away.
By Jedidiah Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The King's Heir
Well, this was a true puzzle… The dragon had known something was afoot when the parents had set this little scrap of a human down in the meadow. They had left it on a blanket with a lunch of apples and bread, and then told it to stay put until they came back. But the way they had left, without turning back to wave to the little one, with hurried whispers between each other, had left the dragon with an uncomfortable feeling.
By Marie Lafranque3 years ago in Fiction
A Small Offering
Blinking now at the immense form there still was no fear emanating from his small form. This was puzzling to be sure. Kassian uncurled one long, hooked claw and nudged the boy’s shoulder. There was still only a curiosity as the large chocolate eyes continued to take in the imposing creature before him. “Are you going to eat me in one bite?” He asked, his gaze never wavering.
By Gayle3 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Sea
“To my wonderful son, a new graduate of the Igneous school!” said Poseidon, raising his chalice in one paw to the open sky. “Enoch, you have surpassed me, and I can die a happy dragon.”
By Harbor Benassa3 years ago in Fiction
Hearth and Guidance
The sound of children gathered around a glorious campfire echoed in the starry night. One could sense their excitement as they sat within earshot of a blind old man who smiled at the fire as if looking at a loved one. Everyone, even adults, rallied around, knowing their time with this wise grandfather figure was limited. Not because they were worried he would pass away (although, because of his long beard, withering strength, and an overall sense of eternal peace, some did genuinely believe it was past his eternal bedtime) but because he came but once a year to this small village deep in the forest, miles away from the nearest kingdom and only told one story before picking up his humble belongings and moving on. He had been doing this for about a decade now, every year without fault or pause, he rested around the fire on the eve of Spring, always with a new story to tell. Because of this routine, the kids grew up hearing his fantastical stories once a year, yearning for more and had affectionally nicknamed him Grampa Tales.
By Matias Costa3 years ago in Fiction
No Where They Could Run
Chapter 1 From The Eye and Ears of a Dragon A mother dragon was gathering food for feeding her newborn young when she found what appeared to be an abandoned toddler wondering alone in the forest. Immediately her motherly instinct was to take it and protect it from the robots or the male dragons, but out of fear that it was a trap she stopped herself. Robots were known for luring and trapping mother dragons so they could capture their babies only for them to never be seen again.
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Recompense
Zarel, the dragon, flew back from his escapade of plunder, destruction, and hunting. His hunting was something more fierce though. He was without mercy, compassion, and love. His hunt had destroyed an entire village in a clearing just outside the forest he knew as his home. He flew back with the taste of vengeance in his heart, a good feeling to him.
By Michael Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of the Forest
I closed my eyes as my wings drifted softly over the forest bark and ferns. I took a deep breath and pulled in the fresh scent of nature. It had just rained and it’s lingering moist aroma was still hanging in the air. My wings hit familiar leaves and I opened my eyes to look over at the familiar strawberry bush. They were large and red, perfectly ripe. I nimbly picked a few off the bush, savouring every bite. It’s sweet juices burst into my mouth and I smiled. Nature was such a wonderful gift. The sweet strawberry fragrance mixed with the musty odour of the fresh rain; and to me, it was perfect harmony.
By Alyxander McLean3 years ago in Fiction
Altar of Aligore
Worn smooth from years of rain and mother’s tears, the altar in the clearing glowed under the light of the full moon like it was a missing piece. The old priest limped to the stone and ran his hand down the edge from above his head down to his waist, forgetting about the small procession behind him for a few moments. Maeve stopped at the border between woodland and glade. Her husband, Caleb, placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her. She shook him off.
By Sean A.3 years ago in Fiction
Skin Is A Fragile Thing
Awoken by a sudden noise the Old Kin lazily opened its eyes; still undecided if it should care. They had been alone in this place for years. The rustling in their ears was hardly made by anything of substantial size, but what bothered them was that there had been no sound of the creature’s approach. The Old Kin was at the bottom of a massive, hollowed out, tree. It was a remnant of an ancient forest. One of the few trees that had not been completely razed but had not escaped the hand of time either. The remainder of the tree was petrified, leaving a base thousands of miles across, and a trunk that stretched far into the sky. Such that only a creature with wings, or the aid of pesky spells, could find their way into this secluded habitat. A place whose silence loyally betrayed any noise, had given no warning. Begrudgingly, the dragon lifted its heavy, diamond head and swiveled it toward the unexpected, and unwelcome, guest.
By Sol3 years ago in Fiction