'Bloodprint' coming in January
Hello there, everyone! It's been a long while since the last time I wrote one of these. As you know, this year I haven't been as active as usual on this site. Earlier this year I finished _Embertooth_ and then wrote a short story set in the universe...
Embertooth - Chapter 3: Home
Ike held his breath when, after skirting a hill, he spotted the imposing towers of the palace of the embertooth.
Embertooth - Chapter 4: Sway
This is the fourth chapter of "embertooth", and two characters that will be important for this sequel appear on it.
Frostpaw - Chapter 1: Routine
However, there he was: ike embertooth, son of alekai embertooth, heir to the fehlar throne and the only descendant of the one who practically had exterminated his whole race.
Embertooth - Epilogue
_-the story of "embertooth" will soon be continued in "bloodprint".- _
Embertooth - Prologue
And by the way, "embertooth" is the sequel of other story i wrote: "frostpaw".
Embertooth - Chapter 10: Convictions
This is the tenth chapter of embertooth. it is slightly longer than the last one.
Embertooth - Chapter 7: Distrust
Several months had passed since the lion had left the palace of the embertooth and had started the journey the tigress was so uncertain about.
Frostpaw - Chapter 7: Contact
I mean -he added, when he saw the increasing indignation in the lion's face -, you're the son of alekai embertooth. the great conqueror. the scourge of my race. and still, you have a thought that is completely different of his.
Embertooth - Chapter 8: Illness
This is the eighth chapter of embertooth. i promise i wanted to upload it last saturday, but sf was down for some reason. anyway. you might notice a change on my writing style in this chapter, basically because i changed my modus operandi this time.
Embertooth - Chapter 2: Doors
Her mentor, who had been and still was alekai’s embertooth sentinel, had shown no mercy with her at any moment.
Embertooth - Chapter 12: Family
We are the embertooths, ali. and as such, we do not live for ourselves. we live for the fehlar.' 'you...' the lion whispered, so low that the lioness thought she had imagined it.