Tag: Dragons

We hope you’re enjoying your weekend!

This week’s prompt was: You’re immortal, married to a mortal. Today is the day to come clean. (Prompt courtesy of blog.reedsy.com)

Two of our writers explored this prompt, each taking it somewhat loosely and going in two very different directions!

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Karen Blakely returns to the dragon-shifter she introduced in last week’s post.

I’d always enjoyed being a dragon shifter; an immortal member of the Order of Drakon. I’d never considered the possibility of choosing a mortal as a mate, but the bond had snapped into place the moment I’d set eyes on Nora. I’d despaired that I could lose her in the first desperate days as her fragile body fought to live. I’d rejoiced in her will; her determination to survive, though the doctors had been sure the days of exposure in the desert heat had caused too much damage.

Others in town were furious that I’d brought her here to Dark Seighly. I’d violated the primary rule to hold the town secret. But I hadn’t been willing to lose her. Not once I’d found her.

No one knew what to do with her once it was clear she would survive. But I knew.

Continue reading “Stonehenge Story Starts: Confessions of a Lifetime (Results)”

Happy Saturday!  Today we have two stories for your reading pleasure.

This week’s prompt was: A story involving a dragon.

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Cheryl Mahoney shares a prequel story featuring a character from her upcoming fantasy series.

Xevrix screamed into the stillness.  The sound echoed off the tall trees and the high mountain crags, and a flock of birds in the distance took alarmed flight with shrill cries, their dark shapes disappearing into the murky night sky.

Otherwise, it accomplished nothing at all.

She glowered at the nearest thing in her path, an enormous oak that had probably been rooted in place for a century.  She drew back one hand and launched a fireball straight into the heart of the tree.  It kindled, crackled and in moments was a blazing torch.

It was so satisfying that she would have set another, a third, a dozen on fire—but she could feel her breath catching, her legs quivering, and knew that her reserves of magic were too low for this kind of indulgence.  She wasn’t so blind with rage that it could make her stupid.

She let herself flop down to sit on the ground in front of her flaming oak instead, probably getting dirt on her skirt, and reveled in the fire’s heat and glow, watched the flames lick up from one branch to another.

Xevrix was going to burn Krowyn for stranding her here.  Slowly.  She might make it last for days.  If he thought he could steal all the work they had done together, dump her in the wilderness using part of their findings in a kind of added insult—he would regret it.  She would ensure he regretted it, soon and for every moment that remained of his miserable, severely shortened life.

But first she had to get off of this damn mountain.

Continue reading “Stonehenge Story Starts: Dragons Overhead (Results)”