Hello all! Duckie here. I hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful. And I would like to say THANK YOU FOR READING! And a double thank you for commenting. Comments don't just boost my ego as a scribbler, but they also help me grow into a writer. Feel free to leave a comment, good or bad.
On a story related note: Sorry about jumping from perspective to perspective. Its just how the story goes. Trust me it all makes sense in the end, but if it bugs you that much let me know and I'll try to keep the perspective-jumping limited.
Now, on with the story!
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Warlock
Ninety-three years it has been and he is still restless in his body. He is looking for it. He is always looking for it. Mostly I think because he cannot stay still. He legs itch to move, to hunt. He won’t be able to find it. Not with his impatiens. He will be trapped forever in his beastly form, if I have anything to say about it.
Fool. More than a fool.
He came to me today, something different in his eyes. I asked him what had happened, but he simply growled at me, bearing those monstrous teeth of his. He is still full of animosity, which is a shame since I really was curious as to what those purple eyes of his had seen. I also noticed he walked with less of a drag in his step, as though he was more awake. I cannot tell if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
It does not matter.
He will never find the Same Thing.
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Midnights
FantasyAnna Lia is strange girl, with a strange power. She can see spirits. But one day she sees something she has never seen before, a wolf with purple eyes. Soon she finds herself swept away, running towards an adventure like none other. Join Anna Lia an...
