Evil Rises- Chapter Twenty
#22 of evil rises chapter twenty "a visit to grandpa's" by furry sith lord leggo did a hard brake as he swerved and parked his car in a parking space next to his grandfather's property.
After Twenty, Another Slant
This takes place during the events in twenty, and is a darker version of the first story - be warned.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter twenty nine the front door of the school loomed up in front of them, more imposing than toke remembered it being before.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter twenty eight toke clenched his eyes shut as the wind struck his face. after a few seconds, he wriggled his arm free of zashiel's grip and flipped his hood up. when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't hold in his gasp.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter twenty seven toke could feel something cold and hard clamped around his body. he groaned softly as consciousness began to return to him, bringing a sharp, throbbing pain with it.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter twenty six toke's feet dragged on the floor like he was wearing bricks for shoes when he walked through the door to professor navras' classroom. "toke," the old inventor greeted him, and stood up.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter twenty five "what is a dream?" professor navras asked. he stood looking at the clock at the front of the workshop, and with a dramatic sweep of his black robe he turned to face his class.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Four
"but hardly the responsibility of a twenty year old inventor student, is it?" "well," toke said, hesitantly. how much was it safe to tell him?
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter twenty three "quiet," zashiel whispered as they crept toward the warehouse. she had zipped her wings inside her jacket again, opting to take to the ground with toke.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter twenty two "i can't believe this," toke whispered. he sat in the chair beside wayli's bed, hunched over so that his chin almost rested on the mattress. boam stood with his back against the wall behind him, not saying anything.
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