Amphibia #leif Novels & Stories

After a short rest, he suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the thin black string around his neck, and slowly pulled it out. A small amulet lay quietly in his palm. The amulet was nothing special but had been carefully preserved without a single crease. At the sight of it, Leif’s eyes softened as if he was looking at something extremely precious. But it was just an amulet. After a long while, he put the amulet back on. Then, he picked up his phone and called Rael. On the other side, Rael was lazily lounging on the sofa, holding a thick sketchbook, seemingly immersed in it. When he got Leif’s call, he immediately sat upright. “Mr. Vexley, it’s so late, why aren’t you resting?”

Damien crouched beside the corpse, gripping its jaw as though he could force the truth out of it. “I felt something shift during the fight,” he said through clenched teeth. “But I didn’t realize it was Leif.” “Maybe he’s a hybrid now,” Cris suggested, eyes flicking to Ashiel. “Every hybrid has a gift. Maybe this… is his.” Damien rose, towering, restless. “Leif’s near.” His gaze sharpened toward the shadows of the forest. “Take this body to the lab.” He stalked forward into the woods, Cris and Ashiel falling in close behind, the men trailing with weapons raised. The forest swallowed them, dark and silent, until the faint rustle of leaves made them turn.

Dea was surprised, because while they had treated potions a lot of times at her coven an amphix was never mentioned. After the critter's cry had sounded, the witches scooped the elixir into their vials. When they were done, Elma clapped once. "That'll be all the practicals for today. So, any questions?" Anonna's hand shot into the air like an arrow. When Elma nodded at her she spoke quickly. "What body parts can an amphix regrow?" "Just about any limb, and more." Replied Elma. Anonna's eyes widened, her excitement palpable.

asked Amal. “Mostly avians, some mammals, and also some reptiles,” she replied. “One of my drones even found a moss-covered carnivorous rodent the size of a boar. Although I find it odd that they did not find a single amphibian. Are you certain this is where the swamptoads are?” Amal double-checked the coordinates that she had, then compared them to their geo-positional location. They were a near-match. “This is definitely the right region,” she said. “Unless they accidentally put a typo in their own contract. That’s always a possibility, you know?”