Dangerous ReadingFrom the journal of Sarah Richardson.
“February 18, 1928
At long last I have found what my family has been searching for! For three generations my family has scoured the darkest corners of the earth for this treasure and at last my souls of my father and grandfather can rest easy in their graves. I am on a fishing vessel bound for Oslo where I can then journey back home to Baltimore and continue my research. This journey has been an arduous one. Nearly fourteen months scouring frozen fjords in Scandinavia have tested both my will and my tolerance of the cruel elements of the cold, far north.
Next to me in a crude parcel is the very thing my grandfather weaved countless stories about and what my father invested more than half of the family fortune into. I am the one that shall prove their sacrifices of time and money were not in vain. Our critics shall finally be silenced!
My treasure is not one of gold, silver or any precious ston
GEP : A King's Christmas Carol pt 7 (final)
Sethrophe awoke and found himself in the infirmary room of the Rattler. He sat up and saw Blackguard dozing on the chair next to the bed.
“I…I’m home!” he said excitedly. “Blackguard, wake up!”
“Uh..huh?” Blackguard said as his eyes widened and he stood up. “You’re highness! You’re awake? But, the medical cyborg said that—,”
“Never mind that now!” Sethrophe interteruped. He looked at Blackguard and spoke in a sincere tone, “Listen, I owe you and your brethren an apology for keeping you all from your holiday on Lycoan. I’ve been so obsessed with capturing Arostarr and the Predators and so angry about our failures to do so that I took it out you all. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Your highness, are you feeling alright?”
Sethrophe got up from his bed. He slithered over to the window and looked outside. To his delig
The Paranormals- Chapter 1- Crimson Cross AcademyI stared at the large building before me.
It looked like something plucked from a horror movie.
The aged grey bricks were cracked and molded, the thousands of windows' shutters were dangling. A chain-link fence enclosed the structure in a tight space. The academy sat on a cliff overlooking a large blackish lake. Bright, full trees filled the perimeter with much needed foliage.
CAUTION: HIGH VOLTAGE! RISK OF ELECTROCUTION! was plastered on a metal sign next to the gate.
I squinted and looked at the large sign staked in the front yard.
Welcome to Crimson Cross Academy!
Enjoy Your Stay!
Oh, I will.
I was excited to enter this Castle Of Doom. I got a weird, creepy vibe from it. Hell, it radiated off the place. Totally my style. The stained glass window of an "angel" that was high to the top of the academy, overlooked to grounds.
They probably installed a video camera in the eye.
"Logan, dear," Mrs. Camowell, my "used-to-be
UntitledShe knelt in the dirt, scooping a handful up before letting it fall again. At first glance it was just soil and good growing earth at that but there was more to the story than that and she intended to find out what it was. Two, three hundred years ago there had been a village here. If one looked carefully, she could still spot traces of what had been here scattered amid the trees. A few post holes where houses had been. A tumbled pile of stone here and there that might have been the remains of a chimney and hearth, now broken and stained green with moss.
“We’re not going to find anything. Just look around you, this place has been abandoned for a long time. If there’s anyone left…”
She swore softly, invoking the old gods under her breath just to spite her companion. He was one of those who believed in the One. The Hanged God to others of his faith. “I know there’s no one left. Just looking around here tells me that. But we were asked to investig
Mission 1: Der Tod schweigt nicht II
Krachend schlossen sich die gewaltigen Tore der Burg und überließen die Hexen erneut ihrem Schicksal, welches vermutlich den Tod gefolgt vom Wiederauferstehen beinhaltete.
»Hätte ich nicht wenigstens dort alleine zurückbleiben können?«, quengelte Morgaine.
Chloe stöhnte entnervt. »Sag mal, was ist überhaupt dein Problem?«
»Äh, ʼtschuldige mal! Ich bin mit einigen Freaks zusammen in einer Zombieapokalypse, während andere in TV-Shows zu irgendwelchen strengen Eltern geschickt werden. Was soll daran wohl ein Problem sein?«, meinte Morgaine mit dem drohend erhobenen Zeigefinger in einem sarkastischen Tonfall.
»Keine Ahnung wo du herkommst, aber das hier ist ein normaler Job an einem normalen Arbeitstag.«
»Ach wirklich, dann sag mir mal, in welcher Realität das SO ist. Oder von welchem abgefuckten Planeten du kommst.«
»Falls es dich interessiert, ich bin hier geboren und aufgewachse
D.I.D- Let the battle begin
Suddenly Callisto snapped her eyes wide open, picked Naira up and jumped backwards, avoiding a projectile just in time. Somebody was attacking! Callisto hissed and looked with a glare at the attacker. "Hey! Watch where you're swinging that thing!" Naira's eyes widened as she looked at the object. It was a familiar dagger like thing attached to something that looked like a grey snake. But then Naira took a closer look…and noticed it was a tail! A very familiar looking tail. "I can swing my tail wherever I want, now-" A gasp escaped the teenager's lips as her suspicions were confirmed. There she was, Valendra…fully transformed and she looked like a volcano ready to explode. Her eyes were spitting fire and her mouth was drawn back into a snarl. "I want you to get your dirty hands of my uncle's pet. And do it quick, before I rip them off…angel."
Callisto's calm attitude remained, although her eyes dangerously narrowed. "Don't you dare to call Naira a pet
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