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Blood-streaked tendrils of hair laid on the top of its gray skull. I stared in horror, my mouth parting at the sight of what stood in front of me. And I thought what I saw at the grey building couldn't get any worst. This was unnerving. It resembled a wolven. A dead wolven that had been woken from death. Somehow, that was worse than seeing something that was half horse. “Don't move Oliver.” I heard Arias say again. My entire being went still, the hair right in front of my face, the only thing moving.

It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

Most of the water was white and bubbling, but on the edges of the rocks, the water was stained with tannin and appeared a dull reddish brown. Olivera took a deep breath and pulled her gaze away from the blood-colored water, and let her air out, breathing away everything but the task at hand. She had to let go of her physical body, making herself incredibly vulnerable to a potential enemy already occupied by the vampire. It was much more difficult than she expected, now that she could feel emotion and it mattered that she stayed alive. The dark spot in the jaguar-man's brain recoiled, minute wormlike creatures writhing as her spirit entered the other man, bathing the brain in white-hot energy

The woman felt that the speaker was already beside her, clenching her shoulders. Ironically, her trembling body was stiff. Without her head moving, she glanced at her cold shoulders, eventually closing her eyes as the voice continued speaking. “Such a hypocrite. You have always loathed those who enjoy themselves, while you break your bones. Trying to earn money for your needy family.” The woman tried to move her head to ask help from the animals that accompanied her. But to her surprise, everything had become pitch-black. “Who are you trying to ask for help? The magical trees and animals that you saw? Your… Phantasm?”

Fuck. "Well, I know just the place. Come along now, will ya,” Rodgirgo said and his best friend followed him, ignoring the blood that had pooled on the floor back at his office or the broken vase that seemed to be calling for help. Honestly, it was easier dealing with a pissed Aztec because then he wasn't as unstable and as unpredictable as a happy Aztec. But then an angry Aztec screamed murder to anyone who dared crossed him anyway. **** [SANDRA]

It was unable to assess the sluggish activity that its victim was engaged in. Darwin had backed up to the embankment by the time the beast reached its target. The ogre's massive arms were far longer than the thickness of Darwin's body. Each of them plunged deep into the wooden wall of the stadium on either side of Darwin as the beast bellowed and sprayed saliva all over his face. Nonetheless, the pressure pushed a tremor through its body, as Darwin move in a flash and sever it's head with his sword and a loud crunching fracture could be heard throughout the arena as the ogre's head fell on the ground. The audience erupted in applause once more. This was a fine asylum for the insane. The loud

Ophelia Another one of their strange cries split the air, followed by another, and another, until they melded into a chorus of screams. I closed my eyes, but it only made it worse. They sounded just like wailing infants, their voices far higher and shriller than they had any right to be. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted. “Ryker,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “What the hell are those things?” There was a strange rumble as the red eyes began to rise in height and grow brighter, burning like hot coals. Their cries continued to build, grinding against my skull like a hacksaw. I fought the urge to clamp my hands over my ears.

Their son spent the rest of the day with his father playing with the toys the father had brought along. When they had gone to bed that night Becky fell over him like a hungry lioness upon prey. And it was great. Tesot woke up in the middle of the night sweating profusely and breathing heavily. “What is it?” Becky inquired. “A nightmare! The most terrifying I ever had,” Tesot said “Tell me about it.” “I was with my uncle Pabonya. We had gone to see an Orgoiyot seeking a solution to a problem in our clan. The Orgoiyot had said that only I could save it from the danger.”

The wolves look at me in confusion, as I stand to face him, a small smile on my lips. "Yes Hades, I am fine. It takes more, than these low-level mutts to put a scratch on me." "RED!!" That scream comes from behind me, and the little girl from before, runs over and hugs my legs, she is a sweetie, and overly attached to me apparently. "Star, calm down, Red is tired from fighting, give her a little space." Hades' words make me smile and I look down at Star, who now has tears in her eyes.

Ruby questioned spinning her scythe to slice off a wendigo in half. "I thought that I was the only useful thing you've done in your whole life." "You're more on the mistake side. Literally." Ruby retorted, repelling a troll club and kicking him backward. A huge chunk of the fence suddenly collapsed revealing a gigantic ogre rippling with muscles. The ogre released a loud road and looked over at Ruby lustfully. It banged its first on its chest looking over at Aleister as if challenging him into a duel. "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?!" Aleister asked, preparing to take the ogre heads on.