Short stories and other things

Short stories: Magical warfare

Diaries: #4  #5 #6 #7 #8 #9    #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20  #22 #23

Sci fi: New things sample
 
Anti Ancient Arts: Chapter one Lily pov
 Lily pov written by Thea
Erics pov on blog 2.0: Erics pov
 
I recommend Anti Ancient Arts. After that the sci fi one.  
 
Time wind: Time wind 

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 3, 2019 at 6:09 AM

    Dang it suck..

    Really, do not even bother to read these stories.

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    1. TalesUponJuly 12, 2020 at 2:58 PM

      In what way do they suck? Maybe you would be interested in the Luna's Battlefield if they sucked.

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    2. TalesUponJuly 25, 2021 at 4:58 PM

      Nowadays I recommend Anti Ancient Arts!

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  2. AnonymousJuly 26, 2021 at 9:00 PM

    Kys

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  3. UnknownAugust 28, 2021 at 10:29 PM

    AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA U ANIMAL THIS IS SO SHIT

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  4. PixelsAugust 30, 2021 at 11:15 AM

    kys nibba

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  5. SuycoSeptember 13, 2021 at 12:52 PM

    TALESUPONWEST U PLAYED VEIGAR AND I YUUMI AND I SAY STOP ADV IN LEAUGE OF LEGENDS BRUH

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  6. AdvisorNovember 19, 2021 at 6:31 PM

    You are DOGSHIT.

    ReplyDelete
  7. AnonymousNovember 23, 2021 at 10:46 PM

    U r so fckn bad. :)

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