Of the Collective, Prologue
My ancestors decided that was not enough, they had to become god.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 22
You and me are the same you see, and no matter what you might feel, for the ancestors at least you are still someone important and they will protect you" "who are those ancestors you talk about?
Furry Fallout
Since our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock... and bone.... blood has been spilt in the name of everything... from god.... to justice.... to simple psychotic rage.... in the year 2015....
Chapter 12: Is This The End?
"our ancestors slept like that, so be happy with it" - mercy answered to him. xeyana was pretending to do something helpful and then sent a message to her hive and xenos were now on their way. she was a traytor and noone from the camp knew about it.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 7
What in the ancestors name is going on?
Hell on Earth. Chapter 14
So this is from a dragon and it’s a part of my family history because my ancestor had it.” miss hinkling’s violet eyes blinked. “very interesting, warlock, thank you.” he sat down. nobody had any questions. nobody was about to challenge him.
Chapter 2: The Curse
"of course, prince tomas was convinced to turn against his love by a carrington, one of donica's ancestors. if that's any consolation." etienne stared into his glass and laughed dryly. "aha. it's not."
The Edge of Sapphire - Chapter 5 - Ring of Fire
Of xanshin and the imported _yaakharii_ ancestor-worship of the old eagle empire.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 67
Years taught him that it can be a strong focus point if property directed and ancestors his witness, they really needed a distraction right now.
The Ghost Inside You
Our ancestors scream at us and we just turn the music up just a little louder. we ignore our hearts desires and commit acts of spite. humanity cannot hear what is held within his own heart and soul.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 6
What if he could talk to his ancestor? he had the same name, didn’t he? maybe his ancestor knew what he’d brought up from the ritual in the classroom? he accepted his board, pressed his grey fingers on the planchette, closed his eyes and took a breath.
My last song
Soon i hear the joyful voices of my ancestors joining in on our song, making it even stronger and more magical then before.