Tails Puppet Novels & Stories

I timidly replied, "Yes, please..." "Very well. I'll return after a few minutes." after he said that, I saw a lime aura emit from him, and then he quickly faded away and disappeared. Seeing him do it, I was amazed, "That looks a lot like my Mom's materialisation magic!" Tasha looked at me surprised, "Your Mom knows how to create stuff out of nothing?!" "Yeah! But she mostly uses it to make memory crystals of me..." After a moment, Cyprus reappeared with another man. He had Dark yellow hair and the same colour eyes as me, "I've returned, and I brought one of my best assistants. His name is Terry. He's also a noble, so he knows the area well."

Toddleboar seemed like a nice troll and could communicate well with the students. Her teaching was sound and I found myself flowing in the topic she prepared for the day. "Psst Nyx" Narin tapped me and I shot her a glare. "You are distracting Narin, I need to focus on the lesson" I returned but she was not giving up. She kept shaking me until I gave her my full attention, "What do you say we create one of Ms Toddleboar's shoes for our pretty Penelope over there" Narin pointed at Penelope who was in a corner of the class glaring at me.

Tahr Her expression changes from delighted to worried and I wish more than anything that we could truly communicate. "Come on, it's time we return. I will pick you up in my talons and carry you back." She adamantly shakes her head no and begins walking back to the castle. It's my turn to roll my eyes in exasperation. "Stubborn human," I mumble under my breath. I could shift and carry her anyway, but for some crazy reason I decide to give in. I walk beside her until we reach my tower. Her neck stretches back as she gazes up to the top. I can't help but notice her irritation when she realizes I'll be carrying her anyway. I bite my lip to keep from grinning. Pepper huffs, which is absolutely ad

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presents. From Cade she got the knife she quickly claimed was her favourite because it was the only one that was properly sized for her. There was a small note attached that read “ For my favourite kitchen helper, since it’s too small for me, -Cade” Elysian felt the tears well up in her eyes as she carefully set the knife to the side, not wanting to accidentally hurt herself. She then reaches back into the bag, wondering what else she might find. Taylor’s gift was next, giving her the one black headband of his that she always stole and jokingly wore around. It was wrapped around an adorable little teddy bear, with a note saying “ For my

A bell was rung that instant and a man unclad in the upper part of his chest, walked in tugging a chain. “No way!”, Dragomir said through clenched teeth. The large head of a dragon shot out through the curtains behind the stage, it was black and huge. Spikes on the head. It's powerful forelegs and webbed toes revealed long sharp claws that shot out first. “Wow!”, Raisel’s mouth hung open. The entire gathering mirrored her exact expression except of course Dragomir. He sat back and stared at the dragon as it moved about, it was almost like it was on a runway. It was big definitely but Dragomir could swear on anything that it wasn’t a real dragon.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

he blabber. "Yeah. is that a problem?" she asked. He nod negatively, too quickly. He was becoming sweaty. Stella wanted to follow him to Jenifer's place?. Oh no! ~ "If a creeper comes at you in the subway, you KICK, KICK him like this" As the instructor simulated a kicking motion. Marcus enters into the class.

Talia braced her boot on the rail, hauled the crib up, and found a baby wedged in the slats, red-faced and fighting. But the oily goo had seen the same target. It wasn’t just spreading anymore; it was reaching—thin ropes climbing the crib legs, sneaking toward tiny kicking feet. "No time," Kaela pressed. "Move, Talia!" Talia slid her dagger under the slats, popped the catch, and freed the baby’s ankle. The black sheen hissed and recoiled, then snapped forward again, faster, hunting her boots now. It touched leather and went icy-cold, biting. A band cinched around her left foot, tightening hard enough to numb her toes.