The Seven (fixed it)
I replied, then got up and left before she could say anything else and went to give greythorne her bedtime story.
The Mourner
I'd used them as bedtime stories when he and liz had been young. “so how'd i do?” i asked, slipping into a desk next to him. i was pleased to note i still fit.
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 4: It Came In The Night
Counter Earth Chronicles - Dual Realities **Chapter 4: It Came In The Night** February 28th YOE 35 7:35 PM (Chaundoon) _Friday evening at the Wild's restaurant in the central tower in World Seven..._ "...And then our teacher explained how the days...
Mer-Made Differently
“maybe in bedtime stories for children, but any sailor worth his salt knows that mermaids bring only death. they circle a ship adrift, just as we are now, and beckon to men from below.
Chapter 2
It nearly drove him into a frenzy whenever he looked at that mark and knew that jericho had died for some stupid bedtime story.
Burning Heavens PT1
But she was right; my mother named me azeus because of a bedtime story she used to tell me; about a soldier named azeus who took down one of the last war machines of lore, but then was slain by the hebii that had been controlling it.
Once Again Out into the World
He likely looked like something from arthurian legend... or a child's bedtime story.
Her Gift
We'd come to the ass end of nowhere in search of the hidden riches of a dead cult, not the bedtime stories with which they scared their children.
Kyyanno's Journey - Chapter 2
He had seen pretend fear many times, like when his father would read a scary bedtime story and act out some of the parts. real fear, however, looked quite different. a cold shiver ran down the cub’s spine, but it did not feel like fear.
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 5
They both were history buffs, and loved to read me bedtime stories from a big book called 'the chronicles of galia,' which was all about the age of knights," said rose, leaning back on her chair as she crossed her strong werewolf legs.
Home
Not since he was very little had he asked for a bedtime story, but mother was always too tired, or had just finished reading to the other kids, she'd say. they seemed too old for it at the time but he didn't question her.
A Growl in the Darkness
It was the same one that had recited me bedtime stories and whispered me encouragements when i'd been learning to hunt. it was my father. stepping forward, i noticed that no one else followed.