This is a restart to the story I published earlier here. Its a tad bit darker in theme, but you will see some of the characters I introduced in the 'Untold Tale' make a return. I hope u like it. I think it needs some refining so criticism is definitely welcome. Enjoy!
A descendant of the vampire hunter Abraham Van Helsing fights through legions of the dead.
Cal Jacobs has been a vampire for nearly two centuries. Traveling abroad in Europe, he decides on a whim to visit the remnants of his old town. To his surprise, much of it still remains as it once was... Buried beneath the roots of an old, yet familiar oak tree, Cal unearths a box he buried years ago. Within it lies his journal. Somehow it has survived time to tell the story he has tried so hard to forget. Disturbed and moved by his own words, Cal writes down the events, accompanied by excerpts from the journal, that led to his immortality. FootNote: Sorry this prologue is so short guys. I'll try to get the first chapter up soon!
Aullène, the only human detective in Faery business, gets a new employee. This is more of a fragment than a full story, but it can stand well on its own. Possibly I can expand it to a full story in the future, but it'll have to be done right.
This is a very short, very dark tale about the things we are capabale of doing, things that even the people closest to us cannot believe.
It is the time of the gathering for many Wizards in Estar. Among them are the three friends, all focused on their craft to the point where ritual is of little concern.
Magus talks about himself, at least what he percieves to be himself.
Strange things seemed to happen in town. Beautiful young boys disappearing and winds having their own minds. Devious minds. And how about that long forgotten memory, that suddenly appeared again? Was it real or a trick of the mind?
A day in the life of Ted Clark, business and tax lawyer. Part of the law series, though this isn't based on any particular cases. Rather, this started as a way of exploring some of the stranger sides of tax law. Believe or not, everything in here is good law. Note: this is an altered version of the original story. Unfortunately, in updating all the old comments were lost. I'm sorry!
A mysterious thief has been creating havoc in the city, and the king has sent his son to deal with it. To soothe ruffled feathers, smooth over troubled personalities and the rich and famous who have been subject to the Forfeit Thief's pranks. But the prince has other ideas - wouldn't it be more fun to catch the thief?
The first chapter of Street Shadows. Took me long enough yes, but I couldn't decide on how to start it out. Finally I chose one idea and stuck with it. A little rough here and there, a few grammer mistakes, but I'm still mostly satisfied with it in a whole. The Wraiths get introduced here as well as several of the main characters. Now, what is Street Shadows about? Well, I'm too lazy to describe it again, so go look on the Prologue. No vampires yet, sorry, not until the second chapter at the most.
someone asked me AWHILE ago if i was goin to write anymore the the vampire thing? well i finally made time in my hectic life to type this into my computer since it's just been loungin around in my notebook since before christmas last year...(sad isn't it?) anyway here it is..aittle longer than the first one but it's ok i guess
If i ever get taken and put into a dark room and bound, im totally not getting my hopes up
Heh heh. A quick warning to those who may be about to read this: I wrote this in the fifth grade for a school assignment. Now, you may be wondering, why on earth would I upload it to Elfwood? Because, say I, the Wyvern rules require a minimum of two stories to create a Library. So you unfortunate people have to suffer through my terrible sci-fi story of adventure, excitement, betrayal, and tango dancing. Please be nice about it! I wrote this when I was ten and I have changed NOTHING from its original form- not spelling, sentence structure (or lack thereof), or any other part of the story. *runs away and hides from incoming barrage of mean-ness from un- understanding commentors*
A poem where feelings are sorta..personified as women. each beautiful and deadly. just a spur of the moment poem which had a mind of its own.