These Claws of Mine by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
These Claws of Mine
I stared at the glistening blood on my claws in silence. It was dark but the light of the full moon was just enough to make everything out. There were trees swaying in the wind with a wailing howl as I continued to stare. The feeling of dew on the grass below my feet was enough to keep me thinking; thinking of the deed I had done to their kind. Even now they would be searching for me, searching for some unknown killer. I shuddered at my actions.
I shuddered at my actions for some hope that somehow I could hold onto my past. There was no use for me to try to leave my kill; the feeling of hunger was gnawing at me for days. Yet still, I
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 (Part 2) by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 (Part 2)
This was supposed to be out a week ago, but life, liberty, and sleepless night with a side-dish of procrastination happened. Previously, I had mentioned that the chapter was shorter than my liking. Way too short... >_<
SO! You now have part 2, which includes not only more of the shenanigans between James the Demirayquaza and Tyson-Veracity the Aura-wielding Skarmory Chimera (and not the mythological one), but also we have a small bit of another one of our main characters! Those who have played one of the three PMD2 games should recognize him. I have big plans for him and his delusional Alter Ego, Seeker the Sceptile (based off of Seymor
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1
The grandfather clock inside the Talon home was an antique. Not many knew how old of an antique it was since its origins dated back before the Cataclysm had wiped most of humanity off the face of the planet, but it rightly deserved its name in age. It was one of the few working contraptions that littered the antique store, home, and museum of the Talon residence that managed to not get completely and utterly destroyed a thousand years ago up to the present time.
Clock Castletown was not known for its size like Pokemon Square or its scenery like Treasure Town was, but for its rich archives of knowledge and history. The centerpiece of the town
I'm not dead, but here's a part of the first part by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
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I'm not dead, but here's a part of the first part
Chatot was exhausted just thinking about it. Actually, he was exhausted entirely but his pride refused to let him sleep. That, and the event mere moments before was threatening to drive him into sleep-deprived insanity. Maybe if he took a small rest under that tree over there...
"Snap out of it, Chatot." He scolded himself as soon as the thought registered. "Maybe a small walk might help." He knew he was talking aloud inline with his thoughts, but he honestly couldn't care less. Forcing himself to move towards the town, he subconsciously held the letter in his wing. He was not sure what happened after what seemed like hours when he found him
Pokemon Paradox 'Trailer' by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
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Pokemon Paradox 'Trailer'
Flash.
"Oh my God!" A siren blared somewhere in the distance. "Hang in there!"
Flash.
"Don't worry, everything's going to be okay."
Flash.
"I won't let you hurt my friends!
Flash.
A dark figure loomed over everything. "Pathetic." It fired a beam.
"NOOOO!!!!!"
Searing pain; then, nothing.
When all hope seems lost,
And the greatest sacrifice is made,
For the sake of another
A breeze blew through the landscape, gently rolling through the blades of grass, thriving the most in a nearby stream whilst a chorus of birds sang their songs. A sleeping visage winced in agitation, suddenly snapping its eyes open upon realization of thes
These Claws of Mine by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
These Claws of Mine
I stared at the glistening blood on my claws in silence. It was dark but the light of the full moon was just enough to make everything out. There were trees swaying in the wind with a wailing howl as I continued to stare. The feeling of dew on the grass below my feet was enough to keep me thinking; thinking of the deed I had done to their kind. Even now they would be searching for me, searching for some unknown killer. I shuddered at my actions.
I shuddered at my actions for some hope that somehow I could hold onto my past. There was no use for me to try to leave my kill; the feeling of hunger was gnawing at me for days. Yet still, I
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 (Part 2) by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 (Part 2)
This was supposed to be out a week ago, but life, liberty, and sleepless night with a side-dish of procrastination happened. Previously, I had mentioned that the chapter was shorter than my liking. Way too short... >_<
SO! You now have part 2, which includes not only more of the shenanigans between James the Demirayquaza and Tyson-Veracity the Aura-wielding Skarmory Chimera (and not the mythological one), but also we have a small bit of another one of our main characters! Those who have played one of the three PMD2 games should recognize him. I have big plans for him and his delusional Alter Ego, Seeker the Sceptile (based off of Seymor
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1
The grandfather clock inside the Talon home was an antique. Not many knew how old of an antique it was since its origins dated back before the Cataclysm had wiped most of humanity off the face of the planet, but it rightly deserved its name in age. It was one of the few working contraptions that littered the antique store, home, and museum of the Talon residence that managed to not get completely and utterly destroyed a thousand years ago up to the present time.
Clock Castletown was not known for its size like Pokemon Square or its scenery like Treasure Town was, but for its rich archives of knowledge and history. The centerpiece of the town
Magnus Bellum Preview by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
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Magnus Bellum Preview
???s House, Antriaka City 6:43 P.M.
Wes Harper looked at his watch as he finished his homework in boredom. Five. Frackin. Hours... He sighed in frustration. Good thing I only have two more questions to do As soon as he pressed his pencil on the paper, however, it broke. Oh for the love of God!
Tinkle bear Came the singsong voice of his mother. Its time for dinner.
Wes groaned quietly before replying with, Coming! (Oh how he loathed his mothers nickname for him!) Getting up from his desk chair, he walked out of his room and downstairs
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1 by Transmorphic-Wyvern, literature
Literature
Legacy of the Chosen One-Arc 1.1
The grandfather clock inside the Talon home was an antique. Not many knew how old of an antique it was since its origins dated back before the Cataclysm had wiped most of humanity off the face of the planet, but it rightly deserved its name in age. It was one of the few working contraptions that littered the antique store, home, and museum of the Talon residence that managed to not get completely and utterly destroyed a thousand years ago up to the present time.
Clock Castletown was not known for its size like Pokemon Square or its scenery like Treasure Town was, but for its rich archives of knowledge and history. The centerpiece of the town