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(U. L.) The Last Hunt
Synopsis: Three hunters seek out the trace of an unknown monster, only for the hunt to take a dangerous turn. Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS FATAL VORE. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE FATAL VORE, TURN BACK NOW. ((Phili’s note: Though Wendigos are mentioned in this story, the adaption mentioned here are not the ones from folklore. The Unseen Legion discovered creatures with similar appearance and behavior that resembles the wendigo folklore and nicknamed these creatures after them)) ((Also sorry it took forever to get this posted! I was super nervous about posting fatal, but y’all have been warned anyways, so hopefully it should be fine)) --- There was a click as the magazine slid into place. The trunk of the big red van slammed shut. Footsteps tracked away from the gravel earth. A wind bristled through the canopy above, shifting the flecks of warm evening light that fell across the untrodden trail. Branches and dead foliage crunched over the three pairs of boots as the small hunting party began to
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The Night Angel (Chapter 28) by GabrielRaven, literature

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The Night Angel (Chapter 28)

The house was deathly quiet. No one spoke other than to provide some grumble of advice or suggestion, only for Connor or Joshua to shoot it down. The news that our trump card, the Honjo Masamune, was worthless…it was a bit hard to bare. I sat with Kirai on the couch, as Kirai sucked down a box of cranberry juice. I listened to Joshua grumbling under his breath, trying to reason out a new solution to their problem. “Maybe…what if we could get hold of Excalibur?” “That sword can’t kill a daemon like Set.” Connor argued. “Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s rusted over. After Joan of Arc,

Blooming Love by JulietteSkywalker, literature

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Blooming Love

During the weeks, Ursula and Farah had been warming up to one another quite nicely. Tahira and her three trolls sat, on this particular night, around the television, watching some movie or another. Quinn was stretched out across the couch, snorting obnoxiously at everything she perceived to be funny. Tahira was dangling upside down in an armchair, her hind paws in the air and her tail twitching as she focused entirely on the movie so as to drown out the sound of Quinn’s dreadful laughter and banal comments that were painful enough to hear the first time around. In the floor nearer to the kitchen rested the massiv