I watched her as she jumped off of the balcony and as her wings unfurled. Admiring her beauty; her scarlet red wings tipped with black. A Shape Shifter can unfortunately not shift into a dragon unless they are a dragonshifter. She looked at home, gliding through the open sky. I couldn’t think of a place where I belonged like that. Only once in my life did I feel at home, and that too was ripped out of my hands. I couldn’t see myself feeling like that in the near future. For a moment, I was jealous. She really was a sight to behold but that feeling of peace and tranquillity, I longed for. I was consumed with my thoughts and feelings when suddenly, a sound brought my attention back from my moment of self-pity. When I turned around, a scream escaped from between my lips. In front of me stood a short female with shimmering, copper eyes, with long, dark brown hair that cascaded down her back until underneath her buttocks. Her dark, blood tainted lips pulled up into a feral smi
I was halfway to Endrosomera, just crossing Dandros when I heard a shriek of pain coming from inside the woods. Luckily, the pain has subsided enough due to the fact that I was almost there. Just enough to think through the fog of pain. I knew I had to go home, though I could feel the pain returning with a vengeance, at only the thought of taking a different course. I couldn’t just leave it. It sounded like a young girl screaming for dear life. I swooped down towards the tree line, towards the scream putting as many mental barriers between myself and the call. I changed into my full dragon form; it felt good, like slipping into soft, comfy pajamas after a formal event. I could strengthen my mental barriers then because I was strongest in my true form, but it would only work once the pain calmed a bit to think. I flew down into the forest and made my way through the trees and boulders, different creatures scattering underneath my shadow, a group of centaurs bowing their heads in ack
I have heard rumors drifting on the wind about a beautiful red female dragon shifter but never expected the praise of her beauty to be justified. Since there were so few Dragonshifters left in the world, praise tends to be overdone and much to easily given. On the contrary, all the praise couldn’t compare to her beauty. For once, the rumors were true. She was a magnificent being. I heard about her killing the wolf before I saw her from a distance. Rumors are like wild fire. They tend to get out of control very fast with assistance from the wind. I was quite surprised at seeing her. She was circling around looking like a ruby, shimmering in the sun when the sun caught her at just the right angle. When she finally descended, I realised she wasn’t as big as I have heard nor as evil looking. Instead, there was a glimmer of a tear running down her scaly cheak. I couldn’t understand why she would shed a tear for a mere wolf. I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see me, I w
I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be? My brain tried recalling all the Dragon Shifters that were left - it was only Vigo, myself, and four of the Elders … then there was the outcast… the one Dragon Shifter that was banished from Endresomera I never expected to meet or see him since everyone was banned from coming near Fêrêmontê, the outcast lands. For obvious reasons, the inhabitants of Fêrêmontê, consist out of the criminals, the outcasts, and the banished. It was the first and latter that you had to be careful of. Now, it made sense why I couldn't hear the call anymore. The outcast land had a barrier that forbade the use of magic. Shifters can shift, and vampires can grow their fangs because it is natural to them, but magic was prohibite
He growled, his teeth enlongated. His claws were pinching the skin around my neck, but all I could think of was the fire that followed his touch. I couldn’t understand it. Here, he was about to rip my trachea out, and my body was betraying me in the most inappropriate way. He leaned forward towards my throat and something changed, instead of closing his jaw and penetrating my skin with his teeth, ripping a huge piece of flesh out as expected. He lifted his head and studied me, I couldn’t read his eyes, but something definitely shifted and not just in his eyes. I hoped he couldn't smell my arousal. His gaze flicked from my eyes to my mouth, and then his mouth closed over mine. He kissed me. His lips were soft but demanding. It felt really, really good on mine. The kiss became less urgent, and I thought he was going to pull away, realising what he did, but instead, he deepened the kiss. His tong swept over mine once, and then there was no stopping him or me. The f
Betrayal, that is what I felt. And it did not feel good… Not good at al… My conscience kept bugging me as I swept into the Elders Realm – as I called it – it was a huge room right on the ocean shore in a cave that was secured and out of eyesight for everyone that did not know about it… to the stranger it would only look like a gap in a rock wall not even big enough to be a cave. The interior was impressively decorated with paintings of The Dragons Days, where dragon shifters ruled and dragons were not extinct. There were a vast variety of paintings of dragons flying, hunting, fighting, and then the war. The horrible war where the dragon turned on dragon shifter, and the war led to extinction, but for a few elders who took the surviving young and hid with them until the very end of the war. Normally, all this magnificence took my breath away, but not today. Today, I could not even see the splendor of the four Elders Hall, which so frequently took my breath away. (Today, eve
Leaving her there was harder than I thought it would be. As the distance grew between us, I could not believe that I actually left her… But this need to hold her was terrifying me more than anything has ever terrified me. There is this fire between us, every time we touched. I couldn’t make sense of it. “Draco! Get a hold of yourself. You are being weak.” I scolded myself, “how could she feel anything for you? You just met… How could anyone feel anything for you, and she never will? How could she?” I continued on this stupid rampage. I did not want to listen to myself, but I knew I had to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her damned face. She is probably safely home in a warm bed, not even thinking or wondering about me… Who would? I wouldn’t… “Draco!” a voice growled behind me. “What?” I snapped. “Where have you been?” I turned to see Luke leaning against the old tree. I was not in the mood to be friendly with him, and I hated him, but I had to find out what he was up to.
The only thing I missed about my old life was the unique love my parents gave so willingly. The only thing I feel guilty about is disappointing them. They always warned me about that evil creature, and I chose not to listen, I chose to befriend him. That is the only thing I felt guilty about and the only thing I will feel guilty about. I tried to convince myself. As I settled into my cave, Scales growled at me because I awoke him from his nap. He was the only one who knew the truth about me. He was my guardian angel in dragon form. The last dragon alive, no one knew about him, and no one would.I found his egg at the dragons’ nesting ground, hidden under a bush in a very clever hideout. He communicated with me mentally, and that is how I found him, I don’t know why me but it was probably because I was the only dragon shifter on that island since the war. He was a smart little guy and used our connection to sift through my thoughts and memories, and I allowed him. I was alone
"Tell me..." "Jessamy!" Victorianna exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" "Debt collecting, is it not obvious? So, what is your evil scheme this time!" I demanded as that bitch walked into the room. I was sitting on her window sill. My aspect was crackling around us, and she could feel it. She lost control over her aspect and it came over her. "You know, the open favor or whish blah blah..." "I remember, no need to remind me." "I would hope that you remembered, as per the royal decree, all debts must be paid." I said sarcastically. I knew that she didn't have the decency to keep to any decree or law as she thought herself above everyone and everything. "I want an audience with my son." I demanded. "Is that all?" she asked, shocked. "Of course not. You will let him go free." I ordered. "That I will not do!" She yelled. Her temper was getting the best of her. "Well, then." I was on her. My extended nails were digging into the flesh at her throat. Suddenly, I felt a
A door hitting a wall with a bang awoke me from my dream. The poison was already working its way out of my system. I was confused at my surroundings. The dream it felt so real, so vivid, and then it hit me. This was not a dream but a memory. A memory I blocked out many, many years ago. It was during one of my rebel stages. It came back to me in a flash, I remembered that she was surprised that she didn't die because her dream of saving her family came true. She started to hope that the curse did not take and that she was free at last. I, however, had a nagging suspicion that that was not exactly the dream the curse was about. I suspected that it was one dream that everyone shared, even those who claimed not to. The dream to find your true love, your person. I regret never telling her what I suspected, but deep down, I hoped she was right. I taught her how to use utensils, how to walk and dance, and then when she allowed herself to love, she was gone. It was as I suspecte
I was on a ship, not any ship it looked like a pirates ship. The ship was filled with the hussle and bussle of the crew members working at their jobs. I could hear someone calling captain but did not realise they were talking to me at first. It was a big, african man with the kindest eyes. He called again, and when I met his eyes, I realised he was talking to me. I was the captain. He looked like he was my first mate, the second in charge. He rubbed over his ear, the golden earing gleaming in the sunlight. "Captain, there is a mermaid." He said. By the look he gave me, it was not the first time he said it either. I walked down towards him, where he was standing by the railing. He pointed to a spot in the water disturbed by a ripple. I was looking at nothing but water. I was about to turn back to him when I saw the movement under the surface, and then she appeared. She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her wet black hair clung to her pale white face, her yello
"Good luck to her." I spat"Jessamy, really?" She asked again."Yes, she is my mother."I knodded."She is....that is why she hates mother!" One plus one was finally becoming two in her head. She paced from one side of the cell to the other, she was restless and then suddenly she stopped in front of me ; "That is why she hates mother so much! I couldn't understand, mother wouldn't tell me and she lied about so many things..."She mummbled under her breath and then exclaimed ; "The deathdogs! I am not sure, but I think Mother is using you as bait to lure Jessamy. She wants to kill anyone who could possibly stop her from getting the crown." "What the hell? Deathdogs? Where did she get them?!" I was starting to worry now. One was a problem, but two was almost a certain death sentence. The only creature that does not fear a death dog is a dragon. It was almost like going up against hell hounds. Hell hounds were a certain death, but with dogs of death, you did not stand much more
Eric!" Briana ran towards me, embracing me. I caught her and swung her around. Briana and I have always been close. Even though we did not see each other much and were the opposite in almost every way possible, we were always very close. "Mother told me." she snorted."More like ordered me not to come down here. An order like that coming from nowhere meant something was up. So I had to come." She shrugged. "What is up? What are you doing down here." She looked around her in disgust. Honestly, confused. "I am your mothers prisoner." I declared and sat down on the cold, hard bed. "What! Why?" "I do not know what she is planning." She was quiet for a moment, thinking and then; "I noticed you said 'your mother', she is our mother. Your mother, too." For a moment, she sounded like an innocent child again. A child that has not experienced the setbacks of life. And in a way, that is exactly what she was. I took her hand and squeezed it. I was contemplating whether or
"My dear Boy, you are save....and alive!" Victorianna exclaimed, but you could hear the fakeness and confusion in her voice. Waking up like that, from being poisened and being certain that I was going to die, was shit. (Damn! How the hell did I survive?) The thaught hit me from nowhere. I looked at her as if to say; "Really." Only then did I realise that I was in a dungeon. I looked around at the gloomy interior and then back at her. "We do not have a room open, so you will have to stay here for now." She said apologetically. I could hear the tone of satisfaction hiding underneath the surface. I knew her trueself beter than she did. She was getting on my last nerves, and I did not have a lot left after being poisened over and over again. "Cut the crap, Victorianna." I hissed. "What?!" "Just shut up." I cut her off before she could start her rant. "I am not Briana or Enrickio that you can play and use. I noticed that you have not told Enrickio that I am not his little
- Warning, violence, and violence of a sexual nature will be described in this chapter -His eyes were closed as he started telling the story, his story; "I am a dwarf, a born, pure blood dwarf. My mother was not a noble, a royal, or carried any title. She was not a warrior, neither. She was a house dwarf. She worked in the house of one of the noble dwarfs. They were a very rich family and descendant of the dwarfish royal blood line. As well as descended from one of the Great Hero's. They had a son. A cruel, evil man." He paused and breathed in deep. His eyes opened, and I could see that he was no longer present and that he was very far away. "He raped her. She was a virgin, and he cruelly raped her over and over again. Ripping her open from the inside. She had to go to the healers and was made not to say anything. I was conceived, and he was made to marry my mother. While she was pregnant, he would beat her and rape her, wanting her to miscarry, but she held on, an
I tried to find a door to the wall inside my head, preventing me from shifting, but I could not find that damned door. A squeek of a door that could really use some Q20 disturbed me. I instanly tried to jump up and run, but standing was a problem at the moment. When I stood up, my leg gave away in pain. Cornelius looked at me, his smile gone. He turned and left the room. I could hear the click of the door being locked. (What was I supposed to do? Get up and open the door by myself? I was a bloody cat! What can a cat do, eat and sleep, sleep, and eat?) The thaughts went through my head. The thaught of a nap actually sounded really nice. I curled myself into a ball and drifted off to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep, but it was not as peaceful as I hoped it would be. Nightmare after nightmare haunted me. Pieces of my memories changed and grew into something horrible. When I was startled awake, I could not remember what I dreamed, but I felt exhausted. I felt the stin
I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot