Érase una vez, un goblin que estaba corriendo por el bosque. Estaba escapando de un grupo de personas que lo perseguía. El de piel verde huía rápidamente, y traía en un saco un objeto que cuidaba con precaución y esmero. Trataba de darse a la fuga pero sabía que lo seguían de cerca. Las preguntas que lo acongojaban eran: ¿Podrá escapar? ¿Que pasaría si lo at...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...
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**I couldn't find the Latin invocations which might have been in use at the time, so please try to overlook that. ~shrug~ Also, try to bear in mind that certain types of human relationships weren't as out there as they are today. The story is set in 1876. This chapter is all about who versus what. The Book of Werewolves was written by Sabine Baring-Gould an...
Along with Elsbeth, Amy spent the evening and the next morning in preparation for Judge Blake's arrival. With the measurements that she'd taken, Arn had a decent shirt and a pair of pants which fit -- more or less - to begin with, but Elsbeth had proven to be a very handy and knowledgeable seamstress in her way, so Amy was pleased with how he looked. Elsbeth...
Barbara awoke drowning. Either her eyes were unable to open or she had gone blind, she couldn't tell, but she could feel the water surrounding her. She expected the water to feel cool but her skin was on fire and the bubbling liquid made her feel like she was being boiled alive. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She held her breath and thought, I h...
Sebastián era un chico de 20 años que comúnmente pasaba solo la mayor parte de sus días. No era de muchos amigos, sino es que tenia alguno, y prefería pasar sus días solo tranquilo y en silencio. Comúnmente era parte de su rutina ir a revisar la casa de tu tía, la cual le daba unos billetes por ver que la propiedad estuviera intacta ya que ella no vivía allí...
Noche de chicos... Allí estabas en el interior de un teatro de eventos especiales de luchas clandestinas en compañía de tus compañeros de trabajo, había toda una multitud de personas que abucheaban, silbaban y rodeaban el cuadrilátero apoyando a su luchador preferido... La emoción escandalosa se apoderaba del ambiente invadido de masiva cantidad de muchedumb...
Desde el lujoso ático que mi hermana Afrodita me había "preparado" observé como la oscuridad de la noche atenazaba la ciudad...una ciudad anclada en una época que no era la mía. Porque sí, yo soy Heracles, el Hércules de la mitología griega y romana, un semidiós de la antigua Grecia traído de nuevo a la vida por su divino padre porque, aún en un ti...
They walked down the hill back to the house in the dark and Amy looked at Stormfeather a little now and then. "What went on back there, exactly?" she asked, "Why aren't we going to help those others?" He walked a few steps in silence, but then she saw him turn to her for a moment. "In your life, Sheena, how many travelers have you seen before tonight?" "W...