Middle of the Edge
- LECTURES 106
- Votes 8
- Chapitres 8
En cours d'écriture53m
Dernière publication ven., août 13, 2021
It's the end...or rather the next begining. Earth was destroyed by war and pollution, the humans nearly killed off completly. And those who survived the nuclear war, were wiped out when the monsters surfaced. The werewolves and shifters, the witches and warlocks, the angels and demons, and the elves, and faery folk. And then they too nearly destroyed the Earth with their wars and dominance battles. Now, there are few of us. The ones whose families hid, and remained isolated from all others. There's no saying exactly how many of each species are left, but thete is enough...enough to begin again.
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