|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part TenAs the carriage passed over the bridge and through the city gates, Pharazon shuddered. The dark energy here was so thick that it seemed to dim the very sunlight. Even Neopets on the streets seemed to at least notice something wasn’t right, as they went about their day looking anxious and harried|
|KATIPO I: Restart: Part SixHer footsteps fall light in regret. She’s tasting her mistakes on the back of her tongue. All she can do to keep the shame from bursting through her ribcage is cross her arms and count her steps — three, four, five, six..|
|The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part FourKrawk 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|
|Chasing Treasure: Part ThreeThey 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.|
|The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part TwoThe next morning, Seneca made up for her leisurely first day by spending hours upon hours at Alless’s command. Seneca turned pages while Alless read and tried not to die of boredom, she grabbed whatever ingredients were needed and tossed them into the cauldron, and once she was even called upon to run down to the market and buy pickled Techos’ feet|
|An Uprising of Sweepers: Part ThreeIt was there in the forest, in one of the many secluded areas, that tragedy played out and a choice and transformation had to be made. And again choices, had to be made when a certain group of Neopians; the most unlikely to ever join forces, did so.|
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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."
|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.
|Night Terrors of the Darkest Kind|
Fyora let out a scream as she was jolted from her sleep. Her back was as stiff as a board as she sat up. Her chest heaved with every pant as she felt the sweat rolling down her face. She slowly began to lift herself up out of the bed as her eyes adjusted to the faint lights of an Altadorian night filtering in through the window.
|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?