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HG Predator and Prey Pt 8I stumble a couple seconds before I realize I’m sliding down what seems like a dark tube, the interior slippery enough that I my attempts to stop or slow down are useless. The ride lasts about fifteen seconds before I roll into an empty space. I leap to my feet and raise my arrow, only to realize wherever I am it’s pitch black. I then notice it’s a little cold, and my panting breath makes light echoes around me.
I quickly realize I must be underground but what frightens me more is this must be a trap, set by the Gamemakers. If it is, I think this just might be where I die. I’m too afraid to touch anything, the walls or even the floor, in case I trigger a booby-trap. But the choice is taken from me when almost at once, lights flick on, and for a second I’m blinded.
I then look around and realize I’m in a large round room and but what grabs my attention is I’m not alone. Standing at least fifteen feet
HG Predator and Prey pt7Time and again I wake up, hoping it’s over. But repeatedly it’s just waking from one nightmare to horrors even worse. Everything I fear. Everything I dread. All that matters to me most, everyone I care about, are twisted into perverse phantasms in such vivid detail I can’t help believing they’re real. Every time I awake, I think, Finally, it’s over. But it’s just a momentary relief before another chapter of terror begins, even more torturous than the last.
How many times must I watch my mother die? Witness my uncle’s death and relive the funeral? See my father and brother executed by the Peacekeepers? My sister and aunt violated by faceless shadows of men from the Capitol? Rabid beasts tear Colten apart? A dying Filly vanish the moment before I can reach her? How many times do I run from snarling fangs and blood-drenched claws that rip into me and devour me alive?
This is how the venom of the Porcufyre was designed. To target the part of
A thousand years ago, a demon known as Astaroth gathered a cult of witches and convinced them to turn their backs on the power of Nature and embrace the power of Darkness. This cult underwent a ritual called the Warlocking to infuse themselves with Dark Magic to become more powerful, severing their connection and allegiance to Mother Nature.
These individuals were thereafter known as the Warlocks.
They’re the reason why witches received great prejudice and suffered witch-hunts/trials. They use their powers for personal gain and ill-intent, and many of them implicated witches, framing them for crimes they did not commit. In modern times, they have developed a supernatural criminal syndicate, using crime to build up fortunes and establish their own companies. Warlocks are often arrogant, and employ half-demons, fays, and other supernaturals as a way of strengthening themselves.
Warlocks do however have a glaring weakness: To truly become a warlock is to undergo a ritual of
MLP Adventure is Magic The Castle of Dreams P10Shining Armor could not believe what he was seeing – It was Midnight but as a colt! He was sitting there, sniffling into his hooves, his mane messy, but what frightened Shining Armor was the blank flank! Midnight was missing his cutie-mark!
Midnight, is that you?
The colt flinched at his voice before looking at the stallion, and Shining Armor knew it really was Midnight the moment those turquoise eyes looked at him, flowing with tears, scared.
Who… Who are you?
It’s ok, Shining Armor slowly approached. I came for you.
The colt instantly turned tai land ran down a corridor, Shining Armor giving chase as he shouted, Midnight!
The colt ran into a vast chamber, filled with crystal columns, many reduced to rubble, Shining Armor following. The colt then leapt onto an old pedestal and kept going, Shining Armor following as well although the colt was surprisingly nimble.
Lookng ahead, Shining Armor saw the colt was headed for a bridge
MLP Adventure is Magic The Castle of Dreams P9Surrounded by a misty grassland, everywhere he looked was depressing and dreary. But it wasn’t on his mind as he panted, tired from having just galloped what felt like miles.
I have to keep moving… I don’t have long before he catches up to here.
In fact, I’m here already!
Midnight froze up as he heard that familiar dark chuckle and he looked behind him to see those horrible red eyes.
What took you so long?
But- How did you know to I would come here?! Midnight gasped.
Here? Where is here, my little crony? chuckled Sombra, appearing as Midnight had first seen him. This is the Dream Plane – There is no “here” or “there” unless you count the Castle of Dreams. Everything here is exactly however I desire.
I see you’re not too keen to my good looks if you’re talking to me with your own ugly mug, Sombra, Midnight smirked.
Your back-sassing would be annoying were it not so piti
MLP Adventure is Magic The Castle of Dreams P8The Stallions all groaned, getting up, some of them yawning as though they were waking up.
Whoa… that was weird, Starfyre muttered.
Y’all cn’ say that again, Country Daze agreed, rubbing his head.
I say, did nothing happen? Bravissimo was looking around and everypony followed suit.
They were still in the gardens.
What’s the big idea?! I thought we were out! Whirly Gig sounded like he’d been stood up.
Maybe we were, Shining Armor suggested. This place doesn’t feel the same.
Um, where’s Princess Luna? Forester had asked the million bit question.
They looked to see Princess Luna approach them.
Do not let thine eyes fool thee, for this is indeed the Dream Plane.
But… this looks just like the Royal Gardens, Your Highness, Forester replied in a respectful way. Far be it from the timid gardener to conflict with a Princess.
No it isn’t, Shining Armor d
MLP Adventure is Magic The Castle of Dreams P7The throne room in Canterlot was filled with heartbreak and despair. Everypony was downtrodden, their hearts despaired and grieving. Even the Princesses looked hopeless as the horrible knowledge plagued their minds.
Prince Polaris was seeing to the security of Canterlot and doing his best to restrict Sombra’s movements by conjuring a blizzard around the Crystal Empire. Ivory was managing the Crystal Pony refugees along with the help among the Castle Staff. But without Prince Pollo, whose conjured sunlight had been the one true repellant against the darkness, it was like trying to stop a slow but surely destructive oil spill. Wherever the darkness spread, it corrupted, turning splendiferous sites of natural beauty into barren wastelands, withering trees and then coating them with crystal, flowers withered and died, grass yellowed and turned to dust.
King Sombra had returned, and Midnight Blaze was his vessel. The Knights of Adventure, along with Shining Armor, could not get that h
MLP Adventure is Magic The Castle of Dreams P6In the counsel room, the Knights of Adventure (minus their leader) were debating with Prince Pollo and Ivory.
“If Midnight’s mind isn’t in his body, then where is it?” Starfyre asked the question in everypony’s mind.
“Ah reckon this here crystal shard has sumpin’ ta’ do with it,” Country Daze speculated, gesturing to the shard as it laid on the center of the table.
“That cursed object released some kind of thick mist when Sir Midnight touched it,” Ivory explained, “then he just fell unconscious.”
“This shard was undoubtedly crafted by Sombra himself,” Bravissimo eyed the shard with heavy scrutiny, his horn shining. “But I’m no expert like Midnight, so I haven’t the foggiest how it works.”
“Perhaps… there’s a way to use it to wake Midnight up,” Forester offered, his amber-gold eyes wary.
“Yeah, maybe if we bust it up,” Whirly got excited,
Originally called Knights, Hunters are the descendants of the original Knights of the Round Table, who, along with their leader and king, Arthur Pendragon, were blessed with a divine power to make them the greatest warriors to ever live.
This was done by Angels and Mother Nature at the behest of the wizard Merlin.
There were a total of a hundred Knights infused with this power, including King Arthur himself, but Arthur was the most powerful because he wielded Excalibur (the first earthly Angel Blade).
Excalibur itself is the source of the Knights’ power, as well as their Hunter descendants. It was created by Merlin with the help of Draigoch, the Red Dragon, and Nimue, the Lady of the Lake. At Merlin’s request, the Angels blessed the Sword with Divine Protection while Mother Nature infused the Sword with the power of the Elements. Made from raw ore of a fallen star, Draigoch provided the fires from which the sword was forged and Nimue provided some of the purest wate
basiliskOnce there lived a basilisk.
He was lord over all the serpents not even the great sea serpents would challenge him for he bore in his blood a deadly poison. A single drop could soil any lake, poison all manner of beasts for miles around, cut down the grandest of forests, and drop the eagles from the skies. No beast dare enter his lair. None even drew close for fear of his poison blood, and his deadly stare, and for this reason Basilisk lord over all the serpents was lonely.
For years he wept his deadly tears under the shade of an old oak which quickly died from him being there. He mourned for all the beautiful creatures his breath had choked and pitied those who had watched their families fall to his deadly poison, for even drinking from a stream would draw the toxic infection from his lips, making the water undrinkable for anyone but himself.
He could not bear the thought of destroying so many lives so carelessly. He often asked himself, what calling would suit such a horrible creatur
The Lives We Lead (PART 9)CHAPTER 9
Mikey watched as next to him Leo turned off the car. Leo’s entire body told Mikey that he didn’t want to be here. His eyes were downcast, his shoulders were slumped forward and his movements were slow as he turned to look out the window at the large church that the funeral was being held in. moving slowly, Mikey reached out to touch Leo’s arm, making Leo turn to look at him.
“hey……are you ok?”
Leo was silent for several moments before speaking.
“when I was a kind my mother used to tell me……..she wasn't very religious. She told me that the bible was a story; and that each person who read it could draw their own conclusions about it. she…….she had a favorite line; Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
Leo broke off as small tears began to form in his eyes. But he forced them back, wiping them away before continuing.
Snowblind [JackFrostxReader] Pt.2
When you looked into the bright blue eyes of Jack Frost, you see how they sparkled mischievously, how they brightened up like the day sky when he thinks of the coming snow days, and how they are filled with laughter at past fun memories he had made with children. Jealousy? Psht! You by no means had time to feel jealousy of every winter he was off creating snow storms who-knows-where! But the silence that came with him being gone had become unbearable, and he never stayed at the Pole for full months at a time. It seemed it was always snowing in one place of the world or another. Yet, like he promised, he would always returned when you least expected it and caused your own personal flurry in whatever temporary room North had provided you with.
Tonight, however, he had not surprised you in bed, under warm cotton, covers because you had been in North’s office and your room had turned into a pool. Tonight, he had witness the changing of rooms, the many elves that fought to take severa
Words Of Healing (PART 1)From his corner of the room Leatherhead watched them. he’d followed them to their lair, continuing to carry Mikey in the bundle of blankets. Once there he’d been led into a room, Donnie’s lab; where he’d lain Mikey out on a table for Donnie to examine. He growled at Donnie, as the purple turtle had moved to touch Mikey. It wasn't an aggressive growl but a warning….. And now he watched. His eyes taking in everything as Donnie examined Mikey’s leg and shell; Donnie’s face becoming more and more worried the long her examined them.
Donnie’s voice shook as he looked to his brothers who seemed to know just badly Mikey was injured. Leo stepped forward, putting his hand on Donnie’s shoulder.
“Tell us what to do Donnie. How can we help?”
Looking back at Mikey Donnie took a deep breath before speaking, giving his brother’s directions to gather the supplies he would need. Taking another de
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 22
Chapter:22 Olaf's Stomach Surprise
Emily fluttered over the scorched plains as Jewel and Elise trailed behind. The fairy huntress carefully examined the gravel and plucked a clump of black hair covered in frosty ooze. "It's Quinn's.", she declared.
"Oh, I hope she's alright.", worried Elise.
"Come on, girls.", laughed Jewel. "This is Quinn we're talking about. She's as tough as nails!"
Emily sighed, "I sure hope you're right. I've picked up her trail. Let's move."
Prince Michael trudged down the winding mountain paths. "I sure hope we're going the right way."
"Why don't you ask the mirror again?"
"Right!" Michael held up Belle's magic mirror. "Show me Queen El-" He was so busy looking at the mirror, he tripped on a stone and tumbled off the path! "Saaaaaaaaaa!"
Michael felt the mirror leave his hands as he rolled to screeching halt on the ground below. The prince slowly stood up, rubbing his sore spots. His heart stopped at the sight of where he'd landed. He stood in front of a tiny e
THE LIVES WE LEAD (CHAPTER 10)CHAPTER 10
Mikey watched as Leo shut off the car’s engine before slowly turning to look out the window at the house in front of them. Mikey’s eyes scanned the slightly faded blue paint, the rose bushes that could do with some trimming, the windows which were covered in dust but were otherwise in good condition. The white fence that surrounded the front yard was well kept up, only in a few spots had the white paint flaked or chipped off. Slowly Mikey reached out to touch Leo’s hand.
“Leo……are you ok?”
He watched as Leo swallowed before speaking.
“My mother loved her rose bushes. After she died…….I tried to so hard to keep them alive. I watered and weeded them and worked until the thorns had cut my hands till they bled……but no matter what I did they just kept dying……I…..”
Leo broke off as he shifted to grip Mikey’s hand, his voice quivering with emotion as he continued to speak.
The Amber Room Mystery: Chapter 1Hannah Duffy pushed open the door to her room at the youth hostel. The 20-year-old redhead from Ireland was exhausted; the trek from the train station to the hostel had been longer than expected. She walked in, placed her backpack neatly on the floor at the foot of the nearest bed, and then collapsed on top of it.
A moment later, her traveling companion, 19-year-old Katrin Weber, stumbled into the room, and looked over the two remaining beds before plunking down on the one nearest the window. The blonde German girl wasted no time in slipping her feet out of the three-inch open-toed heels she had been wearing.
“Ugh,” she moaned, “my feet…are killing me…” She stretched her legs out, happy to give them a rest.
“I told you, Kat,” Hannah rebuked her, “that comfort is more important than fashion. But no, you never listen!” She slipped her hose-covered feet out of her blue sneakers. She reached dow
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 20
Chapter:20 A Date with Discord
The ocean's restless waves battered across the side of the ship. The sky darkened as powerful gusts of wind picked up. Hans remained steady at the wheel, keeping his eyes forward. The Duke of Weselton nervously gripped the side of the ship, doing his best to hold back his seasickness. He shuddered and ran inside after thunder boomed ferociously.
"Get back out here!", barked Hans. "We're almost to our destination."
The old man poked his head out of the captain' quarters. "I never should have trusted you. You're going to get us killed!"
"Feel free to take the wheel from me.", sneered Hans.
"I don't understand how this is part of your 'master plan'."
"NO ONE trusts you.", scoffed the duke.
"Your bodyguards do! And they should be halfway done with their mission by now!"
A rogue wave elevated the ship before fiercely bringing it down. Seawater nearly flooded the vessel as dozens of fish flopped across the deck. The duke emerged from the cabin comp
WARNING: Contains vore. If you don’t like that sort of thing, don’t read this story.
I had been running rather fast through a forest after being surprised by a giant python while drawing. It had been chasing me for some time. After about 10 minutes of chasing, I soon found that running from the python was futile and I stopped, catching my breath. The giant snake came into view behind me, panting.
“Hee-hee! Fast little one…ain't ya?” it giggled in a female voice.
I froze and turned, chuckling. “Yes, indeed.” I replied.
“What are you?” asked the python.
Confused, I looked down at myself. “Well, I was a human when I last looked. Heheheh!” I replied, holding the back of my neck.
“Oh, OK. Sorry ‘bout that, I’ve seen weird things in my life.” Said the python, slithering in close and licking my cheek.
I flinched a little, not really expecting the lick…but I thought it was rather cute.
Dwarves resemble short and stocky humanoids, male dwarves often having large beards, which is a symbol of their pride. They are stubborn, proud, and are among the greediest of Beings, more so than Humans though their greed is balanced by their stout belief in honor, though they are less trusting of other Races.
Dwarves are miners by nature, digging into the earth to uncover riches, and they are also legendary smiths and proud warriors. Dwarves hold an intense rivalry with Goblins and racially segregate them. And there are very few, if any, dwarves or goblins who have put their kinds' beef with each other behind them. Dwarves also had a rivalry with Dragons as both races collect and hoard treasure, some accounts in history where dragons stole from dwarves to increase their own hoards.
Although Dwarves' most legendary weapons are warhammers and battleaxes, Dwarves also make use of Mystic Firearms, Spell Guns and Rifles, fascinated by the possibilities of these weapons. Dwa
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