Dally Wakfu Novels & Stories

Patrick giggled, “Thanks, grumpy, much appreciated.” The low-level zombies fell one by one, and Farrah watched it with relish. It’s not that she hadn’t seen someone use their ability. Dior would show her some demo from time to time, but because it’s been so long since she last left the base, she couldn’t help to be amazed. Jerald, the youngest in the second humvee, noticed her expression of amazement. “You looked entranced,” He said in a matter-of-fact voice. Seeing Farrah turn towards him, he added in a calm tone. “When’s the last time you left the base?”

Too bad she hadn’t studied marine biology in school like Dak, she felt so helpless. The red crystals were sparkling again, reflecting off the sun. It dawned on her that the sun was coming in at a horizontal angle allowing the crystals to shimmer. It must be getting late in the day, she thought. Sunset would pass quickly with all its brilliance and soon it would be night, its total darkness upon them like a blanket. Without sustenance, there was no way Dakari would make it tomorrow. They must make their escape tonight! Dalya stormed out of the basement and went looking for some air. The look on her face left no doubt of the anger burning within. Alpha Kundam, Katalea’s wonderful grandf

Feral: …. Paws: ….. Zero: …… Dina: ….WTF?

I replied then went to the open arena. The open arena was barely occupied. Few people were decorating the walls and poles with flowers and fancy lights while the Disk Jockey was setting up his equipments. Some group of young men were arranging the long plastic chairs into rows while a group of women were busy cooking few steps away. There were some guys lifting and dropping cartons of alcohol from a truck while the aroma of fried chicken was all over. I kept rolling my eyes from one direction to the other, soughting for a clue. All the faith I had in my father's diary will be worthless if the meeting doesn't hold as alleged and then, my suspicions were confirmed. Razzi was walking hand in ha

Puc had handpicked them exactly for moments like this. He clicked once over the comm. “Ghost One reporting. Dawlya perimeter wards unstable. Confirm visual?” Three double-clicks answered. His squad saw it too. They descended. The approach to the Dawlya enclave had always been treacherous twisted stone, black sand, and thin patches of magical distortion. Tonight, the distortions flickered like dying embers. Whatever the Dawlya council had done, whatever ritual they attempted, whatever circle they tried to seize or restrain had torn chunks out of the very ground.

I laid down all the dry woods I have collected. “Now this is the challenging part. I haven’t tried making a fire without a match yet.” I whimpered as I sat on the trickling sands. Namir came and rubbed its head to mine to comfort me. I patted its head with my freezing hands. Come to think of it, I haven’t even taken a bath yet and I was still wearing the night dress and the black cloak I've got from that psycho. The water is too cold, I might turn into ice if I soak my body in it. My stomach growled, adding to the worries I already had in mind. I sighed in distress as I watched the pile of woods I had collected.

(Euan’s P.O.V) Day of Euan’s 18th birthday: Wake up human!!!! What the fuck? Wake up, wake up, wake up!! Let’s go find our mate! You must be my wolf. Yes dipshit, my name is Dakota. Now get the fuck up!

I turned the camera off and yanked the ring off, tossing it into the drain. Then, I sent a message to Jim Perez, the director of the hospital I worked in. "Regarding the assignment to Touden that I rejected, Mr. Perez, is there any way I can take on the offer now? I can fly to Touden and start work there immediately."