《On The Run From A Dragon》Day Five: Part Three
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Xia dove down at them from the sky. At the last second, June hit the brakes causing her to over shoot the dive. Pulling up and circling back round as she glared down at June. Turning down a road that will lead them into town, June hoped the power lines and building could be used as cover. Tom shot at Xia a few times with his revolver. The one bullet that did hit her just bounced off. She got ready for another pass and came in low to the ground. Trying to set the tries on fire with her flame breath as she flew by, but Tom put out a hand and the flames run round the bike. Xia did a sliding three point landing on the road. Spreading out her wings and arms and blocking the two lane roads. June all most lost control of the bike and came to a stop before hitting the crazy dragon. Xia had a deranged smile as she looked between Tom and June. She started to walk forward, but was hit in the face by a bag of flour. A fire ball rocketed her back and causing her to flip over five or six times. June got the bike turned round and they zoomed down the road. Getting up back to her feet as she began to run and got the airlift to fly after them. June made a left turn onto a new road and found themselves in a neighborhood. Tom was about to get out a flash bang from his backpack, but June passed him one. He grabbed it and stared at her. They were going to have along talk after all this was over. Pulling the pin out with his teeth, but not releasing the safety lever he got ready. He remembered to Look up this time and seen Xia was diving down at them again. He yelled at her as she got close.
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"Catch!"
Throwing it up at her and she caught it. Tom was dumbfounded and forgot to look away when the flash grenade went off. Xia lost all control of her flying and flew into a parked car. By the time he could see anything they were all most out of town. A police car was trying to pull them over for speeding. He pulled out a bag of sugar and stared to heating it up. The plastic burned away as small flickering sugar grains shot at the police car and leaving was little burn holes all over it. The front tires popped and there was no way for them to keep up. The police stopped trying to pull them over after two more car ended up the same way and a fourth got its engine destroyed by sand going through the air filter. It was in the middle of nowhere when June had to make a pitstop at a gas station. After pay for the gas and some food Tom asked her when she was filling up the gas tank.
"So, how are you reading my mind?"
She blushed a little.
"I umm, don't know. After last night I have been getting... impressions is a good way to say it, from you."
Thinking about this for a bit and before Tom could ask, June answered him.
"You're hungry and a little annoyed."
He sighed and then an idea hit him.
"Shit, it's all most like your my familiar."
Taking in a breath as smiled she at him. He glared back at her and said.
"No, you can't call me Master!"
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Collection of Short Stories?
I lied it's even less than a short story more like a collection of disparate situations. Also you can read this completely out of order. There is no connection between the chapters. Read any that interest you.
8 184Serenity of the Crow
Fena can’t die. To most, this might be considered a blessing. To others, a curse. Fena doesn’t really care what other people call it: for her, it’s reality. She’s content to keep her head down while working for the Mercenary Guild, but a new contract arrives that threatens to drag her back to a past she wants nothing to do with. Haunted by her own thoughts and a crow that never seems to shut up, Fena is caught between confronting her past and preventing it from ever happening again. Indigo is alone. Her adopted mother is gone, and the witch that never gets her pronouns right is currently the most popular researcher at the Royal Academy. Worse still, she suddenly finds herself with shoes to fill that are so enormous they’re more like a swimming pool, while that same witch flaunts a research project that could get them all killed. With the expectations of her entire sect weighing on her like a lead weight, will Indigo sink or swim? Can she stop the White Witch’s project before it’s too late? Or will the twisted politics of the Royal Academy prove too much? This is my first published story, so hopefully it goes well! I welcome constructive criticism, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and theories about where the story is headed! WARNINGS:This story contains references to depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, sexual abuse and manipulation. I WILL mark trigger warnings on the chapters that contain such content, but read at your own risk. Additionally there will be plenty of violence and gore but I promise to put it to good use. This series is also published on Scribblehub under the same name, Cover art by me Verification has been submitted by support ticket.
8 167The Last Journey
A slice of life litrpg story... or is it? It's burning slow, though. Moving on: War comes with a great cost. Lives and time wasted for most part. One could either be run with sword, be poisoned, be bowed, and sometimes meet their end with just a tiny speck of wood. With magic, it becomes even more colorful. From lightning, to worse poison, to hovering rocks, to weird bladed leaves, to whipping roots, and to a lot more odd things easily reasoned with magic. A wonderful creation. But once used to something more than wonder, more than tricks to gather laughs, it becomes worse. War becomes worse. For there is not only blood to be spilled. A particular town almost met the same end. Soldiers geared with swrords and bows came with mounts. Horses burning lush grasses as it cracked boulders and the soil alike with every step. The kind that only war ones could ever do. Even strange wheeled creations that oozed danger were towed, loaded with something meant to destroy. But not once had they acted upon what such devices should've done, nor what an an army is supposed to do. Siege never occurred, as much as a command to war. No. Magic existed so a simple little fire is all the worth the town has. No sword drawn, no arrows nocked, nothing. Just some mana spent and through the ash they march. That was how Nudius saw her end. It came not even as a surprise. She didn't have the moment to fully register what occurred before she found herself in an empty dark space. Life lost, time spent. All from a fire that had not even touched her. But she knew very well that it was magic. Something she wished to have and strived for to have. Yet it seemed that none of it would matter now. Nudius was well aware of what the color around meant, of the odd situation, of the unfeeling state of her being. It was death and that was it. She didn't have to worry or dream further. Although there wasn't what she truly wanted in what death to her is, but at least, Nudius was comforted to what she believed death is. Rest. But little did she know there's something more than that empty space. It wasn't only the promise of rest, but was also more than she could ever hope for. Another chance at life. Another chance to dream. ***Tags are there just in case. You never know! Umm... HI-MI-TSU. Story blurb+: This is slow burn, quite slice of life story about a girl learning magic. All the while as she fatten herself up. So yeah, progression fantasy. But there's Litrpg! Numbers! Magic! Spells! And of course! There's something more. But read on ahead, please. Oh yes. Plot! There is, too. Disclaimer: The cover isn't made by me. Just layered it with a text. I got it from a free website, if I correctly recall. I'll see to it. (Haven't worked on it.)
8 153Emerald
"Too bad your color is red, you'd look great in green."A Draco Malfoy fanfiction. Based off the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling.18 + mature audience.
8 147The Paradox Prophecy
Thousands of years ago, an alliance between the races of Idoras and the mighty dragons, saved the world from destruction. After many years of relative peace, a dark evil emerges. Aalya, a young girl from the small kingdom of Avani, meets the young Prince Alexandar. When chaos reigns on their peaceful home, Aalya and her friends gear up for an adventure that could very well determine the fate of all life in Idoras. I haven't completely fleshed out the prophecy yet but I wanted to include it because it is an important part of the story. I have decided it would be better to spend some time figuring out the world I am creating and work out all the kinks in the story. I have done a lot of editing in the first seven chapters already. For now, updating will be scarce. I will post all of part one once I am happy with what I have written. I will leave what I have up, but please let me know what you think. I do not own the image I used for the cover.
8 83The Wild Touch
The world of Delmathar has many conflicts and plots that span over the whole world and even into the war torn oceans. That’s not even taking into account that the world is a candidate in the Realm wars… but that’s a story for another day. Instead we will follow the story of how a goddess’s botched attempt of using a weak earth soul to make powerful Grafter for her mother, ends up empowering an unsuspecting little boy. The boy who is called Nosal Brownwhisker, who happens to be a peaceful little buttonless-shirt loving little Capyban. And as the Brownwhisker family tries to juggle their everyday lives on their monster ranch and hiding little Nosal’s secret, more and more developments keep popping up in the village of Pancreedy that makes life more.. interesting. Author’s notes:This is my first fiction and I understand it will suck. Hopefully you will find it to be enjoyable enough to hang around. There’s not going to be any epic world-ending fights or any stuff like that, just some shenanigans generally with the story progressing very slowly as it changes from many viewpoints. The world of Delmathar may seem funky for now so I will promise a glossary every 15 chapters. The wild touch will be updated at least twice a week, with me having no backlog of chapters. So if I get mobbed at work or get sick I will let you know in my notes on a short chapter. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the people who support me, give me encouragement and pointers.
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