Finally getting around to itBTW I enjoy constructive criticism in fact I tend to worry when I don't hear them lol...
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Silverfang son of BadrangSilverfang by KainthegreatSilverfang son of Badrang
Badrang the stoat tyrant was making his routine inspection of the beginnings of his fortress. The foundations for the walls had just been laid and now the stones were being set to erect the walls that would protect the fortress.
He had been walking around the Northern side when he saw some beast staggering up the beach. Growling he unsheathed a bone handled sword and rushed at the beast. He stopped ten feet from the beast with eyes wide. T'was a female wolf! Her silver fur was caked with blood and her once beautiful dress was torn and stained with fresh blood. In h
LOK: Raiden son of RazielPart One A Journey's Beginning of Raiden Son of Raziel It was near dusk when the sounds came to his ears. He opened his eyes from his long slumber. He had gone through his evolution stage along with his brothers and sisters. He longed to see what it was he gained. He pushed himself from the ground but as he did so he felt something brush against his back. He looked behind and saw magnificent feathered wings. His sire must have gained great wings like this too. Then he paused his golden eyes were widening. What would Kain think? He rushed to a near by mirror and gazed at the wings in the reflection.LOK: Raiden son of Raziel
Murando and Van HelsingVAN HELSING AND MURADO: SECRETS AND ADVENTURES Part oneMurando and Van Helsing
The Lost Demon
He sat there in the tavern in Vaseria, Transylvania, quietly eating soup that the Tavern lady had kindly supplied him. She watched in amazement as he wolfed down his fourth bowl. He was a young man of twenty years with long black hair that was tied up and deep blue eyes. He had slender cheeks and sharp ears. His frame may have been thin but he seemed extremely strong. His clothes were well worn; his red silk shirt had several rips and tears, and his black leather pants had a large tear in the right shin area. Attached to his waist was a diamond encruste
Flames of VengeanceFlames of VengeanceFlames of Vengeance
Sam Torrock let out a yell as he snapped his eyes open. He sat up in his bed and held his head between his hands. His black and red hair hung limply between his fingers. It had been ten years since his parents had been murdered, ten years since the murderer had tried to kill him, ten years since he had been scarred by the bullet and left for dead, and still the memory haunted him in his nightmares. Sam twisted around and placed his feet on the cold wooden floor of his apartment. His blue eyes gazed out to the night filled street of New York. Somewhere in those shadowed filled alleys the Irish mob l
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