Los dioses nunca sintieron miedo, por qué siquiera lo dudan? Su inmortalidad era incuestionable y su poder casi ilimitado, un mortal buscaría destronarlos al descubrir sus transgresiones hacia la vida de su mundo, buscando unicamente entretenerse con la misma esencia de la vida, no fué tomado enserio incluso después de unificar la flora y fauna en contra de lo divino, los dioses borrachos de soberbia no percibieron amenaza alguna, el mortal logró llamar su atención unicamente al matar a uno de ellos, por primera vez en milenios los dioses experimentaron algo que solo los simples mortales sienten casi a diario, MIEDO...

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

pos ahora me pondré a hacer una historia que los involucra a ustedes en una bonita tarde en la region de kalos y a una buneary que rescataron de una manada de houndooms no solo quiero que me veas como tu entrenador......quiero que me veas como.....algo mas que un amigo (lemmon plus ultra riko queda en hiatus hasta que se me ocurran nuevas ideas ;-;)

Y\N was one of last remaining humans around and for that he was treated poorly by all the other furry's around him they gave him a name 'a no fur' they would beat him and humiliate him his teachers adults kids guys girls to them he was a dirty no hair but what would happen if some girls showed him kindness and love

asi que... la familia dalmata ah decidido irse de campamento? jejeje, bueno, donde hay una fogata, hay buenas historias, solo tenemos que esperar a la media noche. O acaso ¿le temes a la oscuridad cachorro? . . . Nota del autor: jejeje nwn bueno, quise experimentar un poco con el concepto, tambien es que quiza tenìa un par de ideas anotadas en una libretita asi que que mejor que usarlas de una vez

¿cuales son los mundos mas enrevesados y extraños que haz podido imaginar?, ¿que combinacion que hayas creado puede haber resultado en la idea mas extensa y enrevesada que se te haya ocurrido?. esta historia va a seguir a 2 personajes desesperados por la libertad, misma libertad que muchos damos por hecha, pero tambien escapar, de la violencia, el caos, la represion y locura de su propio mundo aunque probablemente se llevaran mas de una decepción estos mismos. pero al fin y al cabo.....¿que mas tienen que perder?.....pues mucho mas de lo que imaginan