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Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide:Mutant Graveyard of Doom

This week, we’re adventuring through graveyards and avoiding spooky creatures to get in gear for this ghostly season. Mutant Graveyard of Doom is one of those fun games that combines problem solving and adventure.

by krazypinkgurl
Shadowy Writing: An Open Letter from the Shadow Usul

My fellow dark citizens, I write this message to enlighten you of my background and experience. Many have stood in fear of the Shadow Usul, evil incarnate. Many have wondered where such a creature could have come from.

by xale22
Ghosts and Monsters: Appreciating their Evilness

They are evil. They are cool. Be one of them.

Also by earthiness

by sky_lady

Gone Monsters, Where Are They Now?

Whether you just heard tales or had your own experience, Neopia has many malicious monsters and grim ghosts hiding around the corner. However we have ways of fighting off the daily terrors such as the Pant Devil or Shadow Usul. But those are evils we know about, what about the ones we don’t?

by pikachu315111
Make Your Own Undead Army with F.V. Shmoobenduffle!

In this guide, you too can learn the essentials of ruling your own army of the awakened dead.

Also by homsar_eggplant.

by parody_ham

 
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"The Seekers Get Spooked" by tudorrose1558
Professor Lambert was at his wits' end, and with as much wit as he had that was a place he rarely found himself. All day he had been interviewing applicants for a job sorting books in the Seekers' library. No one who had come in so far seemed right for it. The last applicant had actually walked in eating Cheesy Neos, and Lambert had had to frantically prevent him from touching anything with his messy fingers. Having shooed the fellow out, the Gnorbu sat at his desk and wearily buried his head in his hands. "Er, may I come in?" asked a female voice. "Yes," Lambert replied. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't simply knock like everyone else. "Oh, hello. I'm Cordeilla Earnshaw." The professor looked up, startled by the sudden nearness of the voice; he hadn't heard the door open. Standing before him was a young Ixi woman... and she was a ghost. He wasn't scared, just shocked. He was intelligent enough to realize that ghosts were generally harmless... it was the zombies you had to worry about. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't knock," the Ixi continued. "I tried to, you see, but I had a little trouble. Me hand went right through the door!" She let out a loud guffaw. Lambert gave a nervous chuckle and a small, uncomfortable smile. "Er... what can I do for you, Miss Earnshaw?" "I'm here to apply for the book sorting job you advertised in The Neopian Times." "And in what ways do you feel you are qualified for the position?" "Not much to be qualified for, is there? I know how to put things in order. I can read and write and all that. I learned that when I was in school in Neovia. I'm originally from there, y'see. I was in theatre but me career got cut short. I've always been a bit bookish, though, wantin' to learn. Oh, and there is one other thing I feel I must mention."




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Mutts & Mystery: The Petpet Detective Book 2
“Estebon,” the receptionist called, “the Scientist will see you now.” “Would you like me to come with you?” asked Hendro his owner, a shadow Shoyru and a detective for the Defenders of Neopia. “No, I can focus better alone, thank you.”

by pedigree_chump666

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More Than Just Moltite
The thunderous strikes of the miners' pick axes resonated across the quarry. As sweat cascaded down the brows of the workers, the heat of Neopia's core gave no mercy.

by opossumman

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Chasing Treasure: Part Three
They made sail under the last fringes of darkness, the rosy hue of dawn leeching into the sky above them. Bannok gripped the helm with white knuckled fingers and focussed on staying awake and vertical. Sam could handle the rest of the ship himself, and Niettah - so long as she wasn't getting in the way, that was all Bannok needed.

by aethelar

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The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part Four
Krawk Island was finally coming into sight from the deck of the ship on which the four friends had been able to secure passage for the penultimate stretch of their journey. Jarvis, the scholarly Eventide Lenny, was starting to look a little grey around the edges with the harsh sea life

by chavo_guerrero

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Blossoms~ Snowball Effect Part 11
She's got Twillie's back. Or rather, the back of her head.

by twillieblossom

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A Spooky Halloween: Part One
The Invitations

by ghostkomorichu



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