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Wish Upon A Doughnutfruit

doe.

by liezelotte8
Dozens: Yummy Yummy in My Tummy!

In which the Candy MP is born!

by mandy_wong
Trouble in Paradise: Wraiths

The benefits definitely outweigh the consequences here.

by chasing_stars44
Randome Oddness: Magic & Curses

Mwuahahahaha

by mistyqee
NeoPaper: Cursed Sneezles

Magic makes it a tad more fun, right?

by mbredboy31
Spyders Can't Fly

Poof

by shoyru_lover713
I don't have neopoints

how about magical mortogs?

Collab with tonyrichard

by dinha_reeves

Countdown to...

coming soon to neopia near you...

by welikedots
Just mutant things vol. 6

Beware of witches who use Sloth's recipes.

by jacquelineramrez
The Magical Misadventures of Super Attack Pea

Looks like it's beyond The Point of No Return now.

Collab with _aragorn_

by joslucca3000

Hexed

Petpets can't actually curse their owners... Right...?

by bobtehcat1
Darkest Corner: Levitate!~

............l

by dark_elfa
 
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"They Did Not Speak" by skutterbotched
Some parts of this short story will make little sense unless you read And the Sky Was Alight. "A rt thou casting thine Spell properly?” was all it took for me to silence Amulatt. Really, all I wanted was just a moment’s peace from the Eventide Peophin’s incessant questioning, and I got it. Except one moment turned into a week turned into a month. It was, admittedly, a nice month. I did get a few raised eyebrows from our other housemates, and Aerlliin followed me around for the first week berating me on the proper use of magic and how what I’d done was super irresponsible. After I threatened to do the same to her, she backed off. Very few even knew what I’d done since it’s not like Amulatt does a whole lot of talking to them, anyway. So I didn’t get in trouble for it. Well, not until an evening reading session with Flutter. Amulatt walked past us, glaring at me. “Rayneance. What did you do.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand to know exactly what I’d done to the small Peophin. She didn’t even demand this of me over the edges of her book- she actually put the book down to address me. I knew I was in deep trouble. With her raven colored hair shadowing her face, I couldn’t see her expression. This put my anxiety levels right up there with when someone says ‘we need to talk.’




Other Stories


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The Neovian Fortune Teller
Although Rascan knew the way, he always felt lost in the Haunted Woods....

by k3l26

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~The Den of Malediction~
Tivlia the Maraquan Blumaroo had always been a tenacious treasure hunter. While growing up in Maraqua, she quickly learned to search for valuable commodities. Many times, she had made astounding sums of Neopoints from the prizes she had found. She hoped that her upcoming hunt would be no exception.

by _brainchild_

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Cursed Items for Every Budget!
Looking to extract revenge on that Usul who trounced yours in the Beauty Contest? Did your arch-rival sneak off with the latest restock from Kauvara? Have you been considering revenge for seemingly endless months, waiting for the right method to present itself? Well, I’m pleased to inform you that there are a variety of cursed items available to fit every Neopian’s budget!

by alissiee

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

by black_skull725

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Lupe Pack Detectives-Copycat:Part Two
It had been several days since the attack on Headquarters was reported as breaking news in the Neopian Times. While both Squire Oak and I were stuck at Shade’s Neohome for safety concerns, Shade was out gathering whatever information he could dig up from his sources.

by lupe_hunter_7

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The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress
Justine smiled brightly as she surveyed her sewing room. It was immaculate. Not only was it immaculate, but it was filled with only the finest equipment and materials available. She shrugged the bag on her shoulder off and sat it down on her table next to her sewing machine. She pulled out the pattern she had just bought and sat it down on the table. She had promised herself that she would finish this dress before morning, and she wasn’t ready to break her promise to herself.

by rocksysmom



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