For TheGirlFromDistrict4's short story contest.
Once the world was nothing.
But ever since this man came to earth.
This world is now something.
Howl and bow down to the greatest warrior who ever lived.
Lord Dragonmir.
Midnight. Peaceful. Soft. Quiet. That's how it was. Like I said was. Until the birth of Dragonmir happened. His mother. Valisea ( val- liz- a) Lamina Surlkov , was a beautiful maiden. She had jet black hair and red eyes. Yes, red eyes. She was part demon. But she didn't seem like it. People could say she was angel like. She maybe kind and sweet. But she had a warrior side to her. One like no other.
Then there was his father, Kristan Dragonmir. He was the prince of all werewolves. His father was the king. He had red fire like hair and blue eyes. He was mean and fierce. Always in trouble.
Then there was his father, Kristan Dragonmir. He was the prince of all werewolves. His father was the king. He had red fire like hair and blue eyes. He was mean and fierce. Always in trouble.
3 Comments
Umm, you're supposed to wait until Feb 3rd when I write all the contestants a prologue each, and your story should be based on that.
I know I got bored
This can't be counted for the contest, ya know...