|Desert Requiem: Part TenThe day after Shasef had departed, Mayoress Lemida requested a private audience with Sayidah. "You should know that Master Shasef has been keeping secrets from you, Lady," she said grimly. "As grateful as I am to him for services rendered to the city, I feel that you should not be deceived." |
|Orlitz and the Search for the Emerald Crown: Part SevenThey had been rattling dice and moving tiny figurines over a cardboard path for nearly half an hour now. Iskeen enjoyed board games as much as the next Neopet, but her tolerance did have a limit. Besides, it didn’t help that Julian had a competitive streak larger than the Snowager. |
|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part ThreeThe augurs were right—the next day was still overcast and cold, but the clouds looked much less likely to rain as Celice rented a carriage to take them to Market Town.|
|Janet and Jane: The Case of the Amnesiacs: Part FourI was walking through Neopia Plaza with the Korbat. It has officially been a whole day since all of this started. Maybe I would remember something today. |
|Undead Rising: Part TwoBernard and the Lenny stared at each other for a few moments before either of them reacted. The Lenny was not much to look at: tattered clothing and a ghostly tail replacing his legs, similar to most ghosts that wandered around. The amulet was the one thing that stood out on him…|
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"The Mutant Conspiracy" by fleurdust
The boards creaked under the young Shadow Kyrii’s feet, and she paused, testing out their strength before putting her full weight down. After the night she’d had, the last thing Kyra Talehunter needed was to plunge through a rotten pier and into the icy Krawkian sea.
Warf Wharf at night holds all sorts of disquieting things, and even though Kyra had come prepared (pockets stuffed with Dubloons, a trained Pawkeet so she looked a little less like a complete tourist, and a scowl she’d spent hours practising to deter most unsavoury passers-by), she'd found herself well out of her depth. The Pawkeet had flown away in about three seconds, squawking something about ‘pieces of eight’; she’d lost all but a handful of her Dubloons playing a confusing game called Krawps, the rules of which she suspected her pirate opponents were making up as they went along; and her scowl had disintegrated into a look of exhausted and terrified despair.
All she wanted was a story for Mutant Day. As a Junior Reporter for the Kiko Lake Herald, she was normally tasked with writing fluff and filler—10 Ways Landelbrot Is Ripping You Off, 21 Things You Never Knew About The Altador Cup—Number 9 Will TERRIFY You!--and she was beyond tired of it. Her latest lead, if it panned out, was her chance to catapult herself onto the front page and beyond. The Neopian Times would be in her sights, if only she could get this scoop.
Kyra had dragged herself all the way out here looking for some place called Peg Leg Paddy’s, because according to a tip-off, that was where her source was likely to be. Clenching her teeth to stop them from chattering, she squinted up at the sign above her. It might have been a green and gold shamrock, as she'd been told to look out for, but it was hard to tell through all the scratches and faded paint. It might also have been a seasick Bearog. Steeling herself, she pushed open the door anyway.
|Before the Fall: A Dark Faerie Story|
“Aethia, please see me after class.” My heart thudded unevenly as I slunk down a little further in my seat. I was surely in trouble, and not academically. Yesterday I’d had my fourth fight of the week… and it was only Wednesday.
|The Luckiest Unlucky Blumaroo|
Unsurprisingly, Dice-a-roo was Dicearoo the Blumaroo’s favourite game. It had all started when she was very young, on her first trip to Roo Island. From the moment that little red die first spun out of her hand and rolled across the table with a musical clatter, she was hooked.
|What Does Your Favourite Faerie Say About You II|
There are many different faeries in Neopia, and they all have unique, distinct personalities. How does your own favourite faerie reflect your own personality? Do you have a lot in common, or are you nothing alike? Read on to find out!
|Rocks Rock! A Guide To The Most Versatile Petpet|
There really is a petpet for each occasion and each Neopet! If you're short of time - let's face it, who isn't? (That Ice Cream Machine avatar isn't going to win itself, you know) - take my advice and buy your Neopet a Rock. "A rock?!" I hear you cry, incredulously. "My Neopet won't thank me for getting him a rock!"