Closedspecies cerita

Long ago, there lived a group of creatures. The creatures were come to be known as Lycaroses. Two lycaroses in particular were the creator of the world known to everyone as Toblerakia. They were the first creatures to live on the land. The two lycaroses were very different from each other. One was white with red details, they were known as Ryuk or as people called them, Blood Lotus. The other one was black with yellow details, their name was Lyn, but people called them Electro Tech. In this story you will see, how Toblerakia was created and how life began on it. There will also be storied about more creatures that live on the land besides the long thought dead lycaroses.

A young child lost his brother, now an adult he will do anything to find him, but what if all of his doing was useless (English isn't my first language so I apologize for any errors in it)

Erro going to the Fall Festival to enjoy the last of the season before the next one arrives. For his first time he doesn't know what to expect.

Flutterings is my species!

Many years ago, Lizens, a raptor-like race that developed a human-like intelligence, and Humans lived peacefully. Then the Lizens started a war against humans, known as the Great Lizen War. The humans won and the Lizens became a slave race to them, killing off feather manes and using sorcerers to kill their own kind. It has been said that all feather manes have gone extinct and all sorcerers were brainwashed into killing their own kind, but it was not true. Roscuroe, a feather maned illusionist, lived alone near Taylor, BC, in the burrow that his parents dug out for him before they were captured. Roscuroe never knew his parents, but he had a friend, Hannah, a pink winged mega-tooth Lizen with long flowing light pink hair. He has always had a feeling for a while that he wasn't the last feather mane, and he journeys to find more of his kind and ends up leading an army for the next Great Lizen War. Notice: The only characters I own are Roscuroe, Hannah, Harley, Celia, and the villain.

The story of the closed species, the Guardians.

A long form chronicle following Ashkara's rise from low rank to Elder rank and Master Armorsmith. Through trial, combat, and the pull of Greheli's gravity, she learns that true strength is not in dominance, but in something else that she cannot even describe. Each step across Velukaelo shapes her, forging resilience under the weight of expectation, responsibility, and the world itself. - Cover art by ParadoxSketchbook. - Ashkara masterlist: https://ketucari.com/character/KT-2475 - Ketucari & Velukaelo belong to ASimpleMoon [ketucari.com] - Characters depicted belong to me (ParadoxSketchbook) - Guest characters credited individually in chapter notes or comments

Everything u need to know about The lovely and super dangerous species Cryptoskulls and their history + body structure amd anatomy.

Adopt-A-Flurry is the only book where you can find your very own Flurry! Sometimes there will be raffles or free contests for them, but most the time there will be cheap payments. I'll rarely put DA points as a fee for an adopt seeing as you cannot choose the name, looks, gender, personality, or work of adopt Flurries. The only time would be if that Flurry happens to be part of the royal family, or someone else rather important :3 Flurry Status: One Flurry currently up, more are tunneling in! Payment Status: Flurry adoptions are currently free!

closed species owned by Unloyalpuppeteer

this is for my closed species called celestial noots. they are based off planets and the stories you create for your planet. so. Here is where I will be posting the planet stories for all to see what they are up against and so I know if stories are stolen or ripped off.

This is written for a CS group I'm in on Discord. (The cover is a headshot I did of Elijah)

A closed species! Cover is temporary.

This is a lore book I made only to organize the info of this closed species. Do not use without permission, closed species means you may not make your own art, character, or plot of the species unless I granted permission. Anyone who asks will be directed to my Deviant Art page.

A collection of one-shots involving MourningStar and his companion, Skeddles

Astrid lived a life of crime as she killed people for a living, or just for fun. Astrid spent her whole life on Vancouver Island around Nanaimo with her best friend, Lia, and has never left the island. She enjoyed her job and was very good at it as she was never caught or even suspected. After the Grande Prairie incident involving Roscuroe, the Lizen who would start the second Great Lizen War, Astrid decided to use her talents for the better of her own kind. She would make an effort to rescue the enslaved Lizens of Vancouver Island, but will she succeed in doing so? -Lizens are a closed species by @itsyaboijax123 and @SnowfallWarning -Based off of the story 'Roscuroe' by SnowfallWarning, my character is featured in it. -Every Lizen in this technically belong to me, but mostly Astrid and Lia. -Cover design by @SnowfallWarning

Long ago there was a mythical race called the "Timenox". These beings controlled time and space. They lived within a sacred realm where only of their kind could enter. Cause of this, the planets were safe within their care. A demon known as "Xenogar" finds out about these Timenox. He plans to steal their power and bring back his fallen army. After wiping out all of the timenox, only one remained. A small child stood upon him. Xenogar grined at the child and proceeded in killing him. The child managed to slip away from the powerful demon, but made an unsettling choice. Xenogar knew that this timenox would be a major problem in his plan.

Two timers. 'They must be hunted down! They can bring no good to us, all who consult them are the spawn of the devil himself!' Declared the activated nobleman, trusted by the majority of those he spoke with. "Agreed, after all, they're undesirables." Another voice called out, the figures all rosy cheeked with the elevated feeling brought by their drinks. Is this what we're up against? Drunken noble men barely able to lift a sword and point it at anything worth the effort? Perhaps we have it all to easy. Just maybe... just maybe.