Duck Tales Novels & Stories

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

Dalton praised Tiana. "We will stay here for tonight princess," Dalton said when they finally stopped moving, "the monsters usually roam around at night, and they tend to be more ferocious and are quite harder to deal with." “Monsters?" Tiana asked as she sat on a stone. "They are the monsters like the ogre, man-eating baboons and savage birds and some still unknown. They are much stronger and more troublesome than the others." Dalton explained. "There are many other kinds of wild creature roaming about here too. And many of them are deadly. It would be best that we do not encounter any of them in the course of our journey. let's just hope for the best and prepare for the worst."

"You don't really believe what that crazy old woman from Lycenna said, do you? That Hanna is going to the mother of the Moon Goddess? It's insane, Troy. I don't believe it for a second." Duck was running through the grasses in a wide circle, his tongue lolling. Pete and Kacidra had arrived only an hour ago, bringing the dog with them. He playfully lunged at Maeve, who threw a stick far into the field, and he took off like a dart once again. "I didn't at first. But I—I believe it now."

I was waiting for something to change in what I did and we were stunned for a few minutes when we noticed no changes happen. In an instant, the dew suddenly thickened all around. Suddenly our surroundings became quiet and the leaves on the tree stopped making noise when the strong wind blew. I was shocked when the candles lit around me and even louder than before. Some retreated in fear of being burned but also slowly disappeared until it became normal at the same time as the sudden emergence of souls that some were still covered in dew. They came out of the forest and walked towards us. There are so many that I can't count them, there are more coming out from behind them, leading an old man

I said and his jaw clenched hard before he shut his eyes and then let out a huff, “What else did they say?” He inquired, “That all the legends are true?” It came out as a question and he chuckled. “Some of what they said is true, but not everything.” He revealed causing my forehead to bundle; he read the expression on my face and got up, “Ducazee is a group of different shapeshifters, Anuka is like a giant coven of witches and warlocks who are trying to gain power over the whole world, man-blood, and shapeshifters. They have killed shapeshifters ever since the uprising and led us all into hiding. Whatever crap they told you about Ducazee being the bad guys, it’s all bullshit. You remember on

Something close to fear. "You really want to know?" she asked. Lucas leaned forward. "Tell us." Lila took a breath. "Have you ever heard the legends of the Madredard Drakkons?" Jake scoffed. "You mean those ancient monsters? The ones from fairy tales?" Lila shook her head. "They weren’t fairy tales. They were real." Lucas stared at her. "What proof do you have?" "The Witches of Weddard told me," she said simply.

It blew up. The Wadzinski Group was everywhere—headlines, social media, the news. Homebuyers freaked out, demanding answers. The company's stock tanked overnight. By morning, Kenneth's grandfather was on TV, swearing the project would be finished. Even with the voice modulation, Kenneth knew it was me. No amount of precautions could stop him. He found me anyway. When I woke up, it was pitch black. A candle flickered, casting long, jagged shadows over Kenneth's pale face.

" I could barely believe my own ears. The sister I desperately saved was the one who made me get this scar, the one who caused our brother to drown! Some people were just born evil, doing such terrible things even at such a young age. My whole body went cold. "After doing so many terrible things, aren't you afraid of karma? Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone?" "Who would believe you?" Her laughter was cruel. "They only believe what they want to believe." With that, she shoved me hard into the lake. The icy water instantly closed over my head. I couldn't swim. I instinctively opened my mouth to call for help, but only swallowed mouthfuls of water. I thrashed desperately, but felt myself sin

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Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.