Moonlit Revival--Werewolf TF
I must be in the crypts beneath the church! but why put this chamber right underneath a well?_ alfred's musings were interrupted by the door on the other side of the room slowly grinding open.
Chapter 23
This time she tugged on her arm and tried to pull it away while telling the beast: \>\>your mother is stinking of crypt!\<\< "that was... not the brightest thing i could have come up with..." thought adriana to herself.
The Emerald Blade (Bards Tales #1)
He drew out his sword, for a clash and a roar was heard.the ash pile by the shrine door stirred and shifted, forming a large crypted beast, it began to sniff its way through the maze, the ash and soot becoming furred.
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part G
I was walking west, toward the crypt, i thought.
Mixed Tale 1 - Of Inquisitors
"i was with a group of monks as we lead the procession to the capital city, where we were to bury the grand inquisitor's body in the crypt of heroes. there were 16 of us in all, as i recall.
Origin of Holyjefe (The Holy Boss) Chapter 1
"darkshire is having reports of undead in their crypts." "i thought the argent crusade stamped that out when they came through?" i said. "the crusade did deal with the necromancers, however this has a fun twist!" grayson said.
Brave New Realm: The Trials
By the crypt itself. that building is the entrance to the trial grounds." the carts had stopped on a hill overlooking an ancient cemetery. fog clung to ever surface and they could make out several shapes moving through among the crypts and monuments.
Runaway: Chapter 1: The End...
The pen you are using is my own genetic crypted ink pen, it is registered with the company, the legal offices of the global federation, and is legally binding."
Snow Cat - Earning Respect
“only found in crypts, frozen over the bodies of ancient nords. a theory exists that the souls of the warriors were bound to the ice, giving it supernatural tendencies.”
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 4)
Trapped in a crypt of her own making, she's left alone with her thoughts. her many many thoughts. hafsa had heard horror stories before, of seemingly harmless and restrained carnies snapping and gorging themselves on herbies.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 107
The stone had come loose again, and now it was just writhing up and down like a snake in its death throes, slapping the ground with its torn edges, clapping a blasphemously merry tune inside this crypt of stone, this tomb, this place of death.
Hunting the Visitor
The mana was dark and foreboding, which was understandable considering we were standing in markov's mansion within the largest swamp on all of zendikar not 20 miles from the crypt of agadeem.