DU Chapter 2 - Warm Welcome
Yay! DU is back with another chapter! Finals week is easy, so I have free time after the test to work on stories! And with Winter Break coming up, more chapters will be flushed out, and maybe a couple of short stories along the way. Thank you all for...
DU Chapter 1 - It's Degonyale, NOT Dragonscale
So here's a series I'm going to start publishing here on Sofur. It's called "Dragonscale University", and it features a small red panda who was sent to the wrong school, a school for mainly _dragons. _Needless to say, it's mainly story building with...
Chapter Three: The Claim
Sorry for the long hiatus! The beginning of my summer got a little bit busy with a vacation to Colorado, going to E3(BREATH OF THE WILD BITCHES), and meeting with my editor between work for my book publishing! I hope you guys have had an awesome summer...
Shared Blood - Act 2
The young hybrid had settled on his mother's hoard and brooded. he had no home to go to and now no home to return to.
Speciesism Stream Story 2: The Dragon's 'Handmaiden'
Domath, the great black dragon of yesair, lay across his treasure hoard with his legs sprawled out along the golden hoard.
Open Content Stream Story: Ranger Ravaging Services
Blaze panted, her fingers squeezing at the hoard beneath her. other times, she might have been tempted to steal from the hoard, but not now. she wasn't going to tempt the dragon to hurt her, or to stop with his wonderful tongue.
In the World After: Chapter 6
It must be a hoard. "damn it," i hissed, sliding back down to my window. almost tripping down the stairs, i ran to the living room. "clara," david sat up. "i think there is a hoard," i gasped. "a hoard of zombies?" john walked in with the others.
Robbing Hood
She was now a he, a rich male dragon, a massively fat one with hoards of gold, and food on top of that! she was a feral dragon, but it didn't matter to her.
The Dragon and the Elf-Blade
Unable to dig its claws into his hoard, it slipped across the surface and forced him to move in clumsy, lop-sided bounds. the fleeing human was within his reach.
The Many Uses of Kobolds
He looked through glazed, heavy lidded eyes around where his head lay upon a semi-melted golden statue to some forgotten human deity, and saw kobolds cavorting amidst his hoard.
The Loot of a Lifetime
No hoards of firenewts. no zombies or grungs or tyrannosaurus rexes, alive or undead. and most importantly of all, no dragon. what there was however, after hours upon hours of walking in the torch-lit gloom, was gold.
Small Packages
Aboard the boat was the last of an impressive haul they'd made off with just last week, the bulk of a hoard belonging to a recently-deceased red dragon.