Launchpad Darkwing Duck Novels & Stories

This time, there was no dead body, and I was still clueless. "The 3K's, they were also called the 3 Kings, the most famous, handsomest, and strongest werewolves in the Werewolf Race! It was a group consisting of Butch Fender, Cyrus Roaster, and their leader... Daxton Astrid." Gabriella explained as she looked between the crowd. Daxton Astrid... What was in the name that made my heart skip a beat after hearing it? I shook my head. It must have been because his surname was the same as this University, the Astrid University.

He felt weakened and couldn't reach out to his dark energy. "I just hope you ain't trying to fart." Elsa jested with a straight face. "What's it, Jake?" Michael asked, trying to sound normal, but they could still hear the fury in his voice. "I can't pop my wings out. I think it's the iron shackles." Jacob said, his eyes were darting the wall in front of him. "Of course you can. You're not a wolf, neither are you a raven. You're a pterolycus, so these things shouldn't have any effect on you. You can do it." Michael assured.