Druid Stories

The prince smirked, but I could see his composure falter as his jaw twitched. "You and Merlin need to practice on how you address Royalty." "I promise you, your highness, I try, but it's never done me any good in the past." "Its Prince Arthur..." He paused, likely realizing he didn't know my name. "And you are?" "I'm but a common person, my lord. Call me what you wish." Rhianna MacKay was forced to grow up fast. She didn't have the luxury of servants to bring her food when she was hungry. She didn't receive a thicker dress when the winds grew cold. She had to fight for what was her's. Rhian MacKay vowed that she would fight Uther's reign until her last dying breathe. But what will happen when this outlaw travels to Camelot and starts to fall for the son of the very man she hates? ⚔︎ Season One & Two of BBC's Merlin ⚔︎ OC x Prince Arthur :: Slow burn ⚔︎ Book Started: October 28th, 2021 ⚔︎ Book Finished: Not fricken yet! ⚔︎ Story follows TV Plot although some things are changed to fit the things I have in mind for Elwyn & her friends. ⚔︎ Unreliable Narrator to start *Formatting best read on mobile app

Our brave adventurers have answered the call... to be interns for the legendary supergroup, the Infinights! Little do they know, the Infinights themselves are in peril, and these hapless interns might be their only shot at salvation. Can they rescue their heroes and master a triple shot vanilla almond latte with extra foam? To find out, grab a pint at the Stinky Dragon tavern, pull up a stool, and let the tale begin!

On his thirteenth birthday, Finn Madden escapes his bleak Irish foster home to study at the Grove Academy in Tír na nDraoi, a magical dimension rooted in Celtic mythology. He quickly discovers he is a Weaver, capable of manipulating Aether, the fundamental life-force threading through all matter, and the last surviving Guardian of the Western Waters, a bloodline sworn to protect the legendary Cauldron of Rebirth. !! Story completed offline. Updates twice weekly (Tuesdays & Fridays) !! Feel free to send your feedback directly to dmn.writes@proton.me

Honour is not always born of riches and noble birth. Power is not always given to those entitled to it. Heroes are not always knights in shining armour, or rescuers of fair maidens, and not all have their names etched into history. Some merely fade away. Of all the legends, one speaks of the once and future king. A table round and fair. Protectors clad in silver and steel, to defend the helpless and use their sword to uphold the weak. However, some tales were lost to time during the era of Albion. One told the story of a man, clad in blackened iron as dark as the ebon void. Estranged by those he once knew, and feared by the sight of what they perceived as a monster. Though, not everything is ever as it seems. This is the tale of a man, seen as a monster, who would defend the realm from the darkest of forces.

After narrowly escaping from Rethan, all Rhenor, Kaz, and Elaya want to do is rest and relax for just a moment before they continue looking for a way to get back to Istamid. But as ever, fate has other plans. And this time, those plans come in the form of dangerous earthquakes, waves threatening to drown them, and a mysterious bird present for all of it. But what exactly is that bird, and why is it following them? Or more specifically, Elaya? [word count: ≈ 20 000 words]

Mollymauk Forest was growing bigger and better when new creatures needed to be found. Edwin and his friends venture all over finding some new friends so they'll face Shadow Grove for real! Meet old and new friends and discover each of their stories.

A work in progress. A fantasy story about druids and adventure.

Throw on a blanket and get comfy because it's time for The Encounter Table Oneshots. -- You got a ship and scenario about four podcast characters? And their God Marvin and Tony? Yeah Same. -- This is going to kinda get explicit, rated M for Mature even if they are goof balls. This is a DnD podcast fanfic! Writing whenever I have a scenario in my head, also the first time I've ever done Oneshots so here's me praying to Tony the goat that I can actually do this.

"It is time. The tyrant king has fallen." <><><><><><><><><><><> • arwen and freylin, not merthur • has swearing • probably will have drinking (it's got Gwaine in it, do you expect anything less) • probably blood • slow updates :,(

A short fantasy story. Alistair Knightwalker, former Old Grove General and infamous war necromancer, can't stand one thing - the sun. After a spell gone wrong, Allistair found himself cursed beyond repair and walked away from his glory days as a general. But, when a mission calls for his talents, Allistair can't help but wonder what could be. He's hiding a sinister secret and, what's more, plays with darker magic, the complete opposite of the blessed first paladin, Justina Ward. By her holy sword, she might purify and smite the devil herself. Yet, despite her commitment, how can Justina ignore a soul in need? Especially one so suave and alluring? Jealousy will make its move, plotting and planning from the shadows. In a guild of strangers, who can be trusted, who can't be trusted? Allistair's skills are still as top-notch as ever, but the old General has lived a nightmare almost too frightening to retell... he's going to need a miracle.

Evelyn Cullen didn't have much of a choice when she was turned. Her death was visceral and covered in blood. Hers and of all parties involved. Atlas had no memory of his life before the age of ten, when the Quileute tribe found him half dead in the woods by the reservation. Their lives are about to change for better or for worse.

This is a MCYT Story, there will strictly be no SMUT, as I feel uncomfortable writing them. This is a Supernatural AU mixed with a School AU. -------------------------- Trigger Warnings!! Swearing Talks of fighting Yelling Angst (very little I think) Blood -------------------------- It was supposed to be a normal brothers day out. Why did this happen? How did this happen? WHAT happened? "Tommy?" "Tubbo?" "...no fucking way." -------------------------- Alternative description: [the longer one] Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, and Wilbur decided to go for a camp out. Then... Someone was attacked. What secrets will be unraveled and what will they find out about their world? Tommy woke up on his bed with his whole family around him. Phil, Tubbo, hell, even Wilbur. They all looked like they just finished crying. Tommy looked up. "Tubbo?" Phil and Wilbur heard this. "...no fucking way." This is my own Supernatural AU, with a small hint of a school AU because why not, thus, some bits of the story may not be what you are used to. -------------------------- I will take down this story is anyone involved expresses that they would like this story to be taken down or feel uncomfortable from reading it. There will be quite a bit of dialog as I am more used to typing in dialog than describing the surroundings. Of course, I will try to describe the surrounding area, but don't expect too much from it as I am not that good -------------------------- Now that the intros and stuff are over,,,, I hope you have a great time reading this book! Have a nice morning, afternoon or night wherever you are! [I will be reading all the comments because it's quite funny seeing people's reactions to stories i write.]

Forget your typical heroes. This is a quest for the delightfully dysfunctional. A rogue with sticky fingers, a brooding paladin with a mysterious past, a justice-hungry barbarian, a smooth-talking sorcerer, an always flirting bard and a mischievous fairy druid - can this ragtag band overcome their bickering and blunders to face a real adventure? Or will their journey be a side-splitting disaster? Laughter and near-death experiences guaranteed! The story of our Wednesday evening DnD game. Pure chaos is guaranteed and honestly I don't even know how this will end.

Well... ima try another prophecy (Random people: YAY!) I hope its good, ive never written a Warriors prophecy... ^-^ but other than that, its a normal Warriors RP. Same clans, territories, rivals, allies, etc. (I hate confusing people, so this is easier) Except its farther into the future (not by much, just a few years) }♡{~Moon

The Fabled Prodigies set the world in a direction of treachery and heartbreak, and now many must face constant trials and tribulation just to get by. Perhaps it is time for someone new to emerge, someone who stands for the liberation of many rather than the resentment of the few. A new Fabled Prodigy must come forth.

This is the story of Damalia, the young Night Elf girl who wants to become a druid. Druidism is not a popular options for Night Elf girls due to the fact that the profession has traditionally been men only. Only recently have women been allowed to practice the art. Nonetheless, Damalia is strong-willed and persists. She makes a few friends and generally has a good time at school until the day when she is given an impossible mission to fulfill. Will she fail and go home a coward, succeed and be crowned a hero, or die in the process?

In the ancient days of Ireland, amid Druidic rituals, battling clans, and an evil king, two women discover inner-strength in a world fraught with danger. Fianna, a "tainted" daughter of a dead rebel leader, and Shae, a reject Druid doomed to wander the country on the edge of both society and her sanity, come together to fight for love. *The shoes shown on the cover are those worn by a well-preserved corpse which lay in the depths of a bog since ancient times. They look like those celtic people might have worn in Fianna's time.*

Rosaline was a twin. Her brother doesn't know who she is. The boy she falls for doesn't know who she is. The only person who knows is a woman named Jennifer Blake. Rose lives with her and follows Jennifer's Druid ways. She doesn't know any better just like she doesn't know who she really is. What happens when the secret gets out? Will she help her brother and his friend or will she stay with the woman who raised her?

A backstory of Lirael Silverbranch, a half-wood elf member of The Legion. Her early years in Thistlewood Verge and her journey in becoming a member of the Monastic Order: The Way of the Open Palm. The story will fully explain (hopefully) what led her out of the Verge and eventually be part of the Legendary Mythril Ranked Party.

A collection of poems I have written. No matter how good or bad I think they are I'm just going to add them. These poems are also a slight monologue as well so you may get a better experience if you read them aloud with expression. You can read them in any order, skip one, whatever, it doesn't matter. The first line will tell you what the poem is about.