Chapter Eight - Breaking the Collar

# Chapter 08 - Breaking the Collar When it was getting near sunset, we were within sight of the village. Lordan and his group arrived not long after we had pulled the boats from the water, turned them upside down, and covered them. "If we are going...

, , , , , , , , , , ,

Chapter Eight The First 10,000

#8 of seas of the south ii chapter eight the first 10,000 in genesee, idaho, base floyd was just waking up. the crews were activating the communication channels and the armored patrols.

, , ,

The Chronicles of Rogue: Chapter Eight

#8 of the chronicles of rogue roguefever productions proudly presents the chronicles of rogue chapter eight **disclaimer:** i own the character rogue and the plot to this story. both are copyright to me.

, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Alchemist's Study: Chapter Eight

Projects akro or i are working on so make sure not to stray too far from us ^\_^ [chapter seven](%5c) [chapter six](%5c) [chapter five](%5c) [chapter four](%5c) [chapter three](%5c) [chapter two](%5c) [chapter one](%5c) * * * chapter eight

, , , , , , , ,

D.E1 Crossover - Chapter Eight

It was a nice sight; seeing Rage of Lusceonis so busy and full of life. It had been so hard to recover from the battle against the machines when former R-One-Oh-Five was brought close to terminal damage. But the ship, now baptized as Rage of Lusceonis...

, , ,

Galactic Conflict - Chapter Eight

Calvin knew he should have gotten used to being on warships, with the fragile metal hulls the only thing keep the entire crew alive but he didn't. The wolf hated it. Eighteen planetary bodies surrounded this star, with the moons numbering in the...

, , , , ,

Blood on Ice - Chapter Eight

Chapter eight - into the furnace delicious scents wafted pass the end of my nose, teasing me enough to make my muzzle fill with saliva and my gut ache from hunger. i was pulled from my sleepy haze by that scent.

, , , , , , , , , ,

Eight by Two Chapter 1

"eight...what's going on?" eight's tone was cautious. he didn't know if two could be trusted. "well, you've begun to accept your destiny right?" eight nodded.

, ,

Seeker Origins: Chapter Eight

Fawx replied with an edge of curiosity in his voice; of course, anyone would do if someone suddenly rung them up and asked for paint at past eight in the evening.

, , , , ,