Rf Wally Fanart Novels & Stories

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

“Ah, the wolf queen and her little dragon princess. Still standing, still spitting defiance. How… quaint.” Cheyenne arched a brow, crossing her arms like she was bored rather than standing in the heart of enemy territory. “Quaint? That’s a five-dollar word for someone who looks like he hasn’t showered since the Ice Age.” Tora smirked, folding her arms to mirror her sister. “Careful, Alida. He might take that as a compliment. You know how villains are — all greasy hair and broody speeches. Bet he practices them in the mirror.”

Dan's eyes lit up at the mention of the profession, but Wally wasn't finished. "This is my lady Roxanne," Wally said proudly, and Ben nodded to the star-struck woman. Wally continued. "Ya know, you and your lady would probably be a huge hit at Wasteland Weekend. You could get all dressed up in leather straps, build some awesome post-apocalyptic vehicle or weapons and get all Road Warrior-like," Wally finished and saw everyone was staring at him.

me. He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wo