The Lagos Magician
The shirt cris had been wearing vanished, and instead a cape erupted from his back, tied to his shoulders. a hat appeared in front of him, with two holes in it.
Chapter one
Merissa bulged, yawing and stretching her tied hands, but braxton was still out. he always was the deep sleeper, so i have to resort to, alternative methods.
Polytheism Within My Writing
**angel of death** - a creation of theo, the angel of death is also a free spirit, though bound by the law of the gods, and fate's decree.
A dream or two...
One couldn't forget the black fur along the ends of his limbs, a trait that most foxes are bound by. the boy's name was 'red', rather unoriginal for his species yet it fit him in its own special way.
Chapter 4: The Labors of Lily Marks—Part 3 (WIP)
This chapter contains spoiler material for anyone who has not read through chapter 88 of spirit bound. i recommend reading through chapter 88 before reading this story. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spoiler alert !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! spoiler alert !!!!!!!!!! !!!!!
I wither besides the lush flower bed
, my skin stings with pricklers ping unrivaled in my stance still i am but an empty husk bridging a society together, but divided on every subject following suit tainted by the halt of agelessness; there an aged grin forms as my kindness knows no bounds
Tribes at War
The rocks were tied together into a group of three that could be thrown to immobilize the dingoes. the next day, he got an idea for something more powerful than a javelin.
Time
I am tied down by the hands of the clock. i restrained by an idea that i cannot touch or see. when i cannot see time, i grasp for a clock. in the absence of a clock, i'm left grasping for straws.
Aurora Goes to Olympus
I highly recommend that you read through chapter 144 in spirit bound before reading this story. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spoiler alert !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! spoiler alert !!!!!!!!!! !!!!! spoiler alert !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spirit Bound spin off Chapter 6: Torture
He was on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. his own collar was on his neck but it didn't look to be hurting him. he looked up and mouthed ' thank you for everything tonight.'
The Art of Racing in the Human World: Chapter 2
An hour later, the cargo jet was airborne, bound for a small airport only a few miles from the race track.
Genetic Children-Log 21 - Mythos.
He was bound and blindfolded in the center of the room on a bed similar to theirs, although, his bed had an iv attached to it.