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The Not So Scary Cybunny
by liezelotte8
Description: What in Neopia?!

Week - 728

Troubles Made of Chocolate
by liezelotte8
Description: But... chocolate!

Week - 834

Rainbow Pool Troubles
by liezelotte8
Description: What color are you exactly?

Week - 836

Consolation Prize
by liezelotte8
Description: Jimmy heaved out a breath, his red paws aching just a little from having climbed the path leading up the temple. He usually prized himself for his stamina, but after his journey, he assumed it was only natural to feel an ache. The long, winding paths were unlike the forests of Mystery Island, where he had lived with other Kougras of his kind. And, back home, there definitely hadn't been any bridges to cross, hanging high above an abyss.

Week - 837

Wish Upon A Doughnutfruit
by liezelotte8
Description: doe.

Week - 836

An Expensive Meal
by liezelotte8
Description: Ummm okay...

 
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Life After the Curse
This article first appeared in “The Faerieland Gazette.”

by black_skull725

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The Crimson Curse
It had an intricate design, nothing like any other of its kind he had seen before; its base was carved into what looked like tendrils wrapping themselves around the jewel, like a squid ensnaring its prey. He flipped the talisman over, on the back was a carving of a strange winged creature that he could not recognize; its body covered in scales and it had wings comparable in appearance to that of a Shoryu or a Draik.

by shadowknight_72

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Science with the Seekers: The Magic of Motes
Mote magic is unlike anything else in Neopia...

Also by amarettoball

by parody_ham


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Paranoia
Danner leaned on his desk and rubbed his temples, hoping to coax his blasting headache away. A tiny trail of steam from a piping hot cup of tea wafted slowly toward his head, imparting a most metallic and bitter scent. He did not particularly enjoy tea, let alone this mauled abomination that the castle's potion-master had brewed for him, but it did work for its intended purpose, presumably.

by likelife96

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They Did Not Speak
Art thou casting thine Spell properly?

by skutterbotched



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