Figment Novels & Stories

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

he muttered. "I have been waiting for this day. The Seven aren't what they call you, the ones who will save the day, who will kill my dear brother, Lucifer," he laughed like a lunatic. He was insane. "Ahh, ahh. Destiny, what's the matter? Why are you mute now? You killed my strongest demon, and you think you will go scot-free," he said, throwing Camila and Matthew, causing them to hit their heads and scream in pain. Camila's nose was bleeding.

I went to my room and the anger in me erupted and I started throwing everthing around my room, My bed was thrown over, pictures broken, tables overturned and a I punched the wall so hard it put a hole in it. The next couple of days went by too fast. Me and my Dad were in the room when we had heard that she had arrived along with the vampire Asher. Folen walked in followed by this woman she must have been just in her early twenties. She had long brown hair and blue eyes that were the same colour as the sky, they were beautiful, she was beautiful which just made me hate her even more. When everyone started talking her voice was mesmerising, I could listen to it all day. However I couldn't help

“She has the best imagination.” Behind Lily, the office door swung open and Mr. Mitchell stuck his head out. “Lil—oh.” Standing upright, he presented himself properly. “Miss Moore,” he smiled politely. “A pleasure to see you again. Are these your children?” “They’re Mr. James’.” “Ah. Of course they are.” Mr. Mitchell knelt, eye-level with Peter and extended his right hand. “I’m Justin Mitchell. You may call me ‘Justin’. Who might you be, young sir?”

I demanded, the sapphire light of the Norton’s key now a simple flashlight reflecting off the copper frame. "I am the Residual," the construct said, its LED face shifting into a smile. "When the reboot happened, and the Architects were deleted, not everything went into the void. Some of the data... the 'unimportant' bits... they fell through the cracks. I am the sum of the memories the network didn't want." Dax stepped forward, his face a mask of suspicion. "You're a glitch. A ghost that didn't get the memo."

Mar tried to fix her hair, but Dagon kept clawing at it. “Hey, stop bothering Margarette.” Johan warned the dragon whelp. He took the wiggling dragon off Mar’s shoulder, but Dagon just leapt back. “It’s okay,” said Mar with a laugh. “He’s so cute!” “So, I guess, you’re going to have to get it registered as a familiar?” Professor Dupont said. “I guess, but the registrar...” Johan trailed off. “Don’t worry,” said Althea, “you can register him on Monday, Samantha Revious will be the standing Head Registrar by then...” Althea looked at Johan. “What makes you so sure it’s a male, anyway?” she asked.

“I’m not human, Lana. There is a great deal of baggage that I come with.” I’m enraptured as I consider the situation that we find ourselves in. Leaning close, I nip his bottom lip and carefully mutter, “Let’s not forget that I have some kind of psychotic angel inside of me who is meant to be your mate and harbors a great deal of resentment over the things you did after your fall.” He quirks a brow. “Yes, of course, we can’t forget that bloody mess either.”

Fifty-eight hours until foreclosure. Four days, eleven hours until digitization. Old Fragment was not what Jack expected. Korvin's people, the Rendered, were all imposing: tall, grey-skinned, marked with fractal patterns that shifted like living tattoos. Old Fragment was barely five feet tall, hunched, and appeared to be made not of the mercury-smooth substance of her kin but of something that looked like crumpled newspaper. Her body constantly rustled, shedding tiny flakes of grey matter that dissolved before hitting the floor. She had two eyes, both the flat, featureless white of absolute zero, and when she spoke, her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well that no longe

said Michael Afton. I looked at the pic of me and my mob talker daughters “Cupa the Creeper Girl, Archer the Skeleton Girl, Andr the Enderman Girl, Stringer the Spider Girl, Vanessa the Cave Spider Girl, Yaebi the Zombie Girl, Fireball the Blaze Girl, Young Slime the Small Silme Girl, Teen Slime the Medium Slime Girl, Adult Slime the Big Slime Girl, Snowball the Snow Golem Girl, Iron Hammer the Iron Golem Girl, Flyer the Ghast Girl, Young Magma the Small Magma Cube Girl, Teen Magma the Medium Magma Cube Girl, Adult Magma the Magma Cube Girl and Hider the Silverfish Girl. I really miss you all” I said quietly. Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Q

Besides he found someone for himself too". Noah explained. And for the first time in months, Benjamin smiled his genuine smile. "Okay how about... Lets start it again". Noah stood up stretching his hand. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . A Mechanical Engineer. And you"??? ********* Tabby