dragon

This is a continuation of the That First Step... (SI) series, you want to start there or you will be horribly confused. The previous one in the series was Metamorphosis. Big thanks to Arratra and Xandros for betaing this. Now, on with the story! ____________ A trio of knives deflected off...

“Jacob is dead,” Colin says, and it takes a few seconds for the words to register, but then the onslaught of relief is so strong Theo has to sit down. Dead. Jacob is dead. Theo isn’t going to die. It was always there, in the back of his head. No matter what he was doing, a part of him would...

The Smallest of Dragons: The Freehold Valyria. The greatest and most powerful empire the world has ever seen. From Ghiscar to Tyrosh, the River Rhynor and the hills of Andalos. It’s rule stretches everlasting and unwavering. Their pantheon, Balerion, Meraxes and Vhaegar and Syrax names of gods...

[While it is NOT necessary to play, see here for a rough timeline of the Temeraire series (SPOILERS!)] The year is 1821. Napoleon I lies on his deathbed on St. Helena from cancer, and Joseph Pachacuti Yupanqui Bonaparte, Emperor of the French, is ten years old. His mother Anahuarque Inca rules...

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You jolt awake, gasping for breath, heart racing as if you'd been... -pursued- for days on end. It is pitch dark.1 It is silent, save for the faint echoes of your own haggard breathing, and, beneath that, the calming rhythm of your heartbeat. The air smells stale, enclosed; dry and dead...

Two worlds, both at war, filled with magic and those who wield it. On one hand, there are Five Great Armies, as a multitude of magical races fight for supremacy, and on the other hand, are the Crusades, a Holy War. Only one world can be peered into, as the other closes off for eternity (or until...

Ahhh l see, tell me then being of darkness and blood where are you currently located, l am sure your response will be interesting for sure. [/SPOILER] ------------------------------------------ AN: Do not post/vote yet. Okay so this is gonna be my first ck2-ish quest so l an open to any good...

AN// This is a continuation of That First Step... (SI) if you have not read it yet, I recommend starting there as it’s the start of the series or you may find yourself a bit lost. Anyway, enjoy and on with the story and massive thanks to the people helping betaing this. You know who you are...

...And it can be assumed, without a doubt, that the Americans have made for themselves a handsome draconic fleet. Most of their creatures, it is known are hybrids of Old World and New World breeds, with a number of French and British breeds crossed with the leaner, more endurance-minded American...

Bereft of Guidance You stagger, landing poorly, and 'listen' for orders. You glance about the empty, broken plains you find yourself standing upon, looking for immediate threats or allies. But you see nothing. The will of the master is likewise silent. For a long, long moment, you stand there...

So, this is how it ends. The numbness in your left side starts to spread across your body. First it hits your hind legs, making you stumble on your claws. No blood drips from you, yet you still feel your strength ebb away. Already you begin to see the tiny white lights that engulf the greats of...

I close my eyes, tell us why must we suffer? Release your hands, for your will drags us under... My legs grow tired, tell us where must we wander... How can we carry on if redemption's beyond us? Chapter 1 - Down in the Dirt Colin, to his eternal surprise, woke up. He had not expected to...

... ... Early ... Praha An irritating buzz fills Ragna's ears as her phone vibrates her bedside table and she gropes around for it with jet black armoured fingers. When she finds it she flips it and jabs at the scratched screen with a claw until she hits the right part and the alarm stops. Then...

You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to...

Hey Everyone, welcome to FE:HW. This game will be set in Post Awakening, and uses WWII era tech. Since I hate long intros, have a gander at the rest of my opening post :D Some General Rules: Follow SV rules My word as GM is the law If you wish to appeal, do so in the OOC or discord this will...

A/N: My Fate/Worm fic is still going; this just literally wouldn't leave me alone so I dropped it all in Google Docs. Amendment: I'm going to keep working on this alongside my other project. It turned out to be more fun to write than I bargained for...

(Worm is the IP of Wildbow. No copyright infringement is intended) After reading along with several Worm fan fics here, I decided to write my own. I'd like to thank MP3.1415Player, CmptrWz, DerekM, RHJunior, Taliserian for inspiration to even get this far. As I'm not very good with Intro...

In a dark cave deep below the earth, a great curving piece of bone rises up next to a line of its fellows. It is a gargantuan rib, part of a leaning forest of similar bone monoliths. They surround a heap of hundreds and hundreds of vertebrae which extend out in a great curving river of bone to...

You are a dragon. A stereotypical dragon, in most respects; you are large and physically powerful with tough scales, you have wings, a very long tail, sharp claws and fangs, and you can unleash an elemental attack by breathing the right way. You have a hoard that you ferociously guard, and you...

So I came across this rather interesting thread by Widowmaker on SB and a phenomenal fic by @Jevran . This got me thinking and here we are. All credit goes to both of them for their wonderful works. So without further ado, let's get cracking...

So I did make this before but I decided that i'd rather just do something else with it hope you like ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Throughout my life I have suffered and been beaten down those I...

A box without hinges, key, or lid, and yet golden treasure inside is hid. What is it? -Bilbo Baggins, The Hobbit The first moment you are aware of is a slow realization, like a dream, like Nothingness bleeding imperceptibly slowly into Something. You are alone. You are alone, and surrounded...

Prologue: Crash Landing Necromancy. That most taboo of topics, an art considered forbidden for a multitude of reasons not least of which is the track record of its wielders going off the proverbial deep-end. From the ancient and hated Corpse-Lords to the vile and heartless murderers seeking...

The Art of Dreaming I An endless eclipse hangs in the twilight sky, sun and moon both split down the middle by a jagged, gaping wound. Your progress through city is slow. You have walked for what must be months or years – time enough for blisters to form and burst and callus across the...