|Impostor: Part Three|
"Trini?" Puppy said. "So then who’s that in
|Journey of a Knight: Part Two|
Training, as Firiden saw it, was the most important
thing for the young Lupe. Firiden could see the raw potential in Jeran’s abilities
and wanted to make sure, more than anything, that he could harness it.
|Merogan, Lupe Warrior: Part Two|
"Now girls, this is a very important day. I don’t
want it ruined by silly fighting over nonsense!"
|Nikola's Jewel: Part Six|
"Are we still in Neopia? Like, Meridell is its
own world, but it’s still in Neopia..."
|Storm Eyes: Part Eleven|
Pravus admired his reflection in a polished
shield. He looked the part of a warlord off to conquer. He twisted his lips
into a malicious smile. The eye of the storm was sure to be silenced this time.
|The Curse of the Citadel: Part Seven|
"No more am I free. Or was I ever? I thought
I was, I really did."
|The Defenders of Light: Part Seven|
"Tell them to close off all exits!" I said. It
has been a month since our encounter with Ransack. Everything had settled until
|The Legend of the Red Sands: Part Two|
The bandits kept calling her Indara… Was that
her name? Why were these horrible, bloodthirsty thieves speaking to her as a
|The Light Faeries Apprentice: Part Two|
"Your new home," squeaked one of the Grundos,
pushing them inside. The huge steel bars clanged shut like before, and the Grundo
punched in another security code before they scuttled off.
|To be a Master: Search For A Red Aisha -- Part Three|
Kokyu liked the look of the white-belts. All
of them so bright and full of vitality and vigour, and they obviously loved
Neo-Kido, as he could tell from their shining eyes and the joyful excitement
in their voices...
Which Is Which?
I do the normal routine that most Neopians do on Neopets; Visit Tombola, get some items from the Snowager, train my Neopet, buy items, and all that other good stuff! But over the past few weeks as I have been hanging out at the Trading Post, I noticed some items were the price-of or had the attack-of similar items of a similar name... more>>
He sang of many things, it just depended on
his mood. If his brothers had been picking on him, he sang a sad song, one of
longing for a better life.
I wish I could have hugged him one last time before
he left. In all the rush, I never even had the chance. And I regret it now.
Because this time…This time…I'm scared.