Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Twenty Four
Fey faces off against gil on the slope of the thunderbird's mountain.
Typical all-American girl
Jack's brand-new thunderbird was parked ostentatiously in the driveway, its chrome bumper glittering and the fabric top down in anticipation of a luxurious journey later.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Thirteen
After losing glenn to the thunderbird, fey and zave try to work out what to do next.
Cloak and Dagger
_Author's Note: Well, I'm trying my hand at furry porn with a fantasy plot. There's no telling how this is going to turn out. There may be no survivors. I hope you enjoy my stuff! Without further ado, here's chapter one!_ **The Electric Giant...
525 The Thunderbird Photograph
"thunderbird photograph, arizona, april 1890," he concludes, as he pencils it in with clear block letters. "i like the sound of that," says the old man.
Chapter one: Arrival
Another 20 meters separated the thunderbird from the platform.
Fear the Reaper
It was an online obituary for a coyote-wolf hybrid in thunderbird, arizona. aged thirty-three, a former accountant, unmarried with two living relatives. he had a brain aneurysm, according to his death certificate.
Chapter IV: Making it Worth While
A few points were scored here and there and the thunderbirds had a hell of a kicker but their offensive plays kept the lead wide and sizable. caleb could see the thunderbirds starting to lose hope.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Fourteen
Tensions are rising, but ember needs gil if she wants to get out of the thunderbird's territory alive.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Eight
Clueless, ember, and norrin wake up the day after the thunderbird's attack, but how are they going to find their way to the rest of their pack?
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Twenty Six
Warn me if the thunderbird comes back, okay?” “but you—” “i am the one in charge here, not you!” she snapped. “now do what i say!” reluctantly, norrin let her proceed alone. ember pushed her way further inwards.
Chasing Cryptids
No wampuses, no thunderbirds, and only one jackalope. catalina stretched her arms and released a long, whining yawn. "ah. finally."