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Skulduggery Pleasant fan-fic: The Cradle of Magic (UNDER EDIT) by BlivArmageddon
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'We tackled in the sky, ripping and slicing at each-other. I screamed in aguish and cut it's face with shards of broken ice only to be healed over once more. The God chuckled once more and for the first time: spoke. "You cannot win this one child." It was the voice of Death. I shook my head, tears streaming my face, " Don't you remember...?" The sky and world was blurry, all I could see was the blanked face; all I could hear was Death, "I don't believe in inevitability..." ' *** Dedicated to my partner, Valiance Nightshade. Until the End of the world, my love, til the end of time.
Skulduggery Pleasant gets Facebook by nowblackarc
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This is just a funny story about what would happen if the Skulduggery Pleasant characters got facebook. All the characters belong to Derek Landy (the God of writing) It's based after the events of TDOTL DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT READ TDOTL Due to absolute denial of Ghastly's death-He's alive
Skulduggery Pleasant Gets Facebook Two by Donegan_Bane
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This is a continuation of skulduggery gets Facebook by Kerbykelly.
Skulduggery Pleasant Fan-fiction- Love Amongst The Cain (Sequel to The Cradle Of Magic) by BlivArmageddon
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The dark haired girl paced before the familiar face in front of her, her eyes wicked and licked with shadow and her hands gripped tightly to the weapon she held, "Why does a moth fly directly into the flame? Perhaps its captivated by the beauty to be found in such pure recreation?" Her eyes remained locked on those of the ones before her, smile dancing in the flames around, "Or perhaps, it flies so surely into its own death because it believes the flames of rebirth will allow it a second chance at metamorphosis and perhaps that this time... It will appear a butterfly. Perhaps this is the only thing It can force itself to believe, while it burns." She gave a cocky smile, and lifted her gun to the familiar face. "So, Miss Armageddon. Tell me my answer. Why are you not dead?" The girl smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, looking up from the ground and tilting her head and lifting her gun from her side, "Because I am no moth. I am a butterfly." And the shot rang.