Audacity
Warning:
This story contains soft dragon vore.
Cynder
is an antagonist (and later protagonist) of the Spyro series.
Mike
is Dragondude97.
Mike
had entered some kind of rundown stone church or temple. He was 12
years old with green eyes, short brown hair and a red jacket. Light
brightly shined above him which lit some cracked, and in some places
completely missing, stairs before him. He took a glance behind him
and saw that the way back had been blocked by some large stone slabs.
Much of

The
Whole World Went Away
Warning:
This story contains soft vore and violence.
My
name is Samantha. I was a high school graduate and was about to apply
to a college before everything took a turn for the worst. Not just
for me, but for every human in the world. I was going to study the
creation and mechanics of politics and laws and try to make a change
in a world that so desperately needed heroes. But mankind became even
more desperate for heroes after that fateful week...
It
was my first day at

Shattered
Knowledge
This
is a request from masterlevan1
Mark
is masterlevan1
Everything
else is of my own creation
Warning:
This story contains soft dragon vore.
Mark
was inside of a public library wandering amongst the carpeted
corridors searching for a passageway to another world; to escape the
one he resided in now. Mark was a man who was always more fascinated
with the worlds created through the power of the mind rather than the
one all mankind could physically touch. It is for this reason t

Icy
Vigil
This
is a request from :icondragonaddict:
Ryan
is :icondragonaddict:
Jed
is :iconwhitedevil67:
Warning:
This contains soft dragon vore
The
early morning noises and colors of a new, blooming summer swept
across a peaceful countryside. The glaring sun above depositing its
nourishing rays on the grass and flowers that lined the earth. Urban
cities bustled with noise and fumes; the industrial image of the free
world. Great mountains arose like natural skyscrapers; their desire
to touch bey

Beyond
Belief
Warning:
This story contains soft dragon vore.
Darkness.
Allowing us to drift into that merciful state of blissful sleep. A
place of no light. A place of no pain. A place of no uncertainty. So
many would never want to leave such a place, preferring to feel
nothing and drift within the landscapes of their dreams. But we wake
up every time, sometimes with no memory of what had brought such
peace to our tired minds while our body shut down. It is good that we
wake though for the light