Havoc
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 4h 7m
  • Reads 267,277
  • Votes 8,168
  • Parts 33
  • Time 4h 7m
Ongoing, First published Jun 30, 2012
Mature
The Den is in mourning and itching for revenge. The word on street is Peter has a new friend and they are plotting. It looks like Chaos might be down for the count. But that doesn't mean their isn't havoc to create.  It's been four months since the bombing of Shifters' Den. Shifters' Den has been on lock down. Absolutely, positively no humans are allowed to enter into the Den. There hasn't been a peep out of the Agents for the four months. No word has been released to the public if the infamous Chaos is actually dead, but no one has seen her either.  Right now, everyone is holding their breath waiting for the other shoe to drop.  And oh how that shoe falls hard.
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The Wolf's Prey

23 parts Complete Mature

[completed!] Under editing! Man kind, invincible and scared of nothing. We were the superior race, and we revelled in it. We all thought we were the ones at the top of the food chain, completely untouchable. However it was like I said, we 'thought' we were. In the darkness lurks a creature like no other, that prays upon us. Hunting us! Waiting for just the right moment to strike, to knock us off of our high pedestal and back onto the ground. I know this because I have seen this beast. Been face to face with it, battled toe to toe with this creature, fighting for what was left of my life, and I was losing! - - - - - - - - "Watch out!" I scream in alert, as a hard thudding sound pierced our ears as something slammed into our side of the car, sending a sensation of dizziness as the car spun of of control. The screeching tires dragged along the floor, with the faint stench of the irony liquid dripping from my head as it all grew still...