|The Secret Life of a Weak Bottled FaerieWeak Bottle Faeries - pet owners of Neopia think nothing of us, really. In our home, we can’t send you on quests or wait for you in a beautiful glade. Sure, we bless you with a special power that can help in battle, and be a really good night light when it gets dark. But for the most part, we simply sit, wait, and wish to be uncorked|
For the most part.
|The Unexpected FriendFor many years there have been rumours about the Haunted Woods. It’s said to give a home to many monsters, ghosts and other creatures that pets are afraid to talk about. The fear of the people living close to the Haunted Woods has only become worse, when a young Kougra disappeared. The little girl was playing outside the house. Her parents lost her out of sight for a few seconds, and the next moment she was gone. |
|Peril in Brightvale's Beryl MeadowsThe sisters treaded through lush green meadows, enjoying the vibrant voices of the birds as they approached their new home in Brightvale. The comforting breeze loosened leaves from their branches and danced upon the ladies' skin. Their hair twirled in the wind, reflecting bright sunshine. The grass was slightly dewy from the previous night's rainfall. When they reached their beautiful abode, they gazed in awe at its contents.|
|More Important Things...Three Neopets were in their home, relaxing. It was still early in the morning, so none of them would go out to the beach yet. A red Zafara was whistling as she bustled about the house, searching endlessly for any Neopoints that their owner might have dropped in the couch or in one of the armchairs. Another pet, a green Eyrie was following her around with a frown on his face.|
|Princesses, Palaces and PranksCadria was not your average Aisha. Born into one of Neopia’s most powerful families, Cadria was the heiress to a small fortune, and the hefty expectations accompanying such wealth. Yet, Cadria was not your average rich Aisha either. Cadria, much to the exasperation of her high-flying parents, was rather, well… difficult. |
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"Princesses, Palaces and Pranks" by pepper_imp
Cadria was not your average Aisha. Born into one of Neopia"s most powerful families, Cadria was the heiress to a small fortune, and the hefty expectations accompanying such wealth. Yet, Cadria was not your average rich Aisha either. Cadria, much to the exasperation of her high-flying parents, was rather, well… difficult.
"Difficult?!" she had screeched, the first time her mother had used the term. "Difficult?! I"m not difficult!" She had proceeded to flounce, seething, to the other side of the family"s stately library – for the whole situation had arisen as a result of Cadria"s mother pleading with the young Aisha to please take more interest in books, sweetheart – where she had begun to hurl tome after tome from the shelves.
|The Comprehensive Guide to Premium Collectibles|
In January of 2013, The Neopets Team (TNT) added an additional perk to being a premium subscriber. This perk awarded every premium subscriber with a free Neocash item around the 15th of every month. In this guide, I will discuss every premium Neocash item that has been awarded so far in detail as well as give it a one to five star rating with five stars being the best
|Petpets in Peril: Part One|
Many 'pets in Neopia take on the responsibility of caring for their very own petpet, but did you know that these miniature beasts also appear in a number of games? This two-part article will list some of the games currently available that feature petpets, and give each a peril rating
|Aurora's Assessment: Part One|
Once upon a time, in a small vale between two lesser mountains in the Terror Mountain range, there was a tiny kingdom whose population was made up solely of Bori. This kingdom was called Sevenin, and was ruled by a king and queen.
|The Legacy of the Black Pawkeet: Part Three|
As I cut some vegetables to add to the omelets, my sharp ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching my house. Who could that be? None of the other villagers were usually up at this hour. It couldn’t be a group of young’uns trying to play a prank either; these footsteps belonged to adult men. I bit my lip nervously and headed toward the backdoor, keeping a tight grip on the knife I’d been using.
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