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The reapers attacked Chicago at 17:35, February 14th. There were many casualties. At 7:17, they disappeared. This repeated the next day. We don't know where they came from, we don't know how they got here, but we know what they want. They want to kill. These creatures are incredibly...

Harry gulped. Three minutes. He sipped his beer again. 152 million years ago: Click. Click scampered over to a nearby tree, where she caught the smell of fresh meat. Swivelling her head to the right, she saw the corpse of an Apatosaurus, with a huge Saurophaganax resting next to it. Should...

Harold Lux's hands were shaking. He sipped his beer to try and calm himself down, but it wasn't doing much. I'm going to be a time traveller in under fifteen minutes! This is amazing! He wondered how the other professors must have felt, carrying on with their lives as Harry entered a time...

"Technicolour Street. It's a hell of a place. Ain't no discrimination here, no sir-ee. If you got a consciousness, you're welcome at Technicolour. From alchemists to angels, goblins to golems, vampires to valkyries, you can find a place and a friend here. Have a Bloody Annabell at the local bar...

You have been kidnapped and placed at twenty different points at the top floor a huge abandoned skyscraper, with no idea where you are or how to navigate it. All you know is that you have to get to the lowest point of the tower by any means necessary. It's every man for himself, and literally...

"Last night at roughly 2:35AM, Greenwich Mean Time, a military aircraft crashed on a busy high street in southern England. Traces of diesel were found at the crash site, along with three unidentifiable bodies. Scans at the crash site found traces of magic usage, most high among the diesel. It...

Earth has embraced golemantic magic for 500 years. The enchanted creation of life from unlikely materials has changed slowly from a revered miracle to a humdrum activity. A hobby, in the vein of football, or painting. In recent years, however, golems have received a massive slump in respect...

In the year 2103, the sciences of genetics and paleontology go hand in hand. Decades of greulling work and research have led to the first cloned dinosaur. It was kept and fed under sterilized conditions, given professionally cooked and tested food and isolated from anyone ill, even if they only...

Halit could barely breathe under the demon's weight. So he did the only thing he could. He leaned forward and sank his teeth deep into the beast's leg. Hilarity ensued. In the commotion, Halit darted out of the doors and leaped onto the saddle of Ubmot, his shadow-bat. Pulling on the reins, he...

Halit saw no difficulty. He clenched his fist and the blood person crystallised in front of them. He then jerked his hand open into a splayed-fingers position and bolted for the door as razor-sharp shards of red crystal flew across the room in every direction.

"War?" Halit giggled, "An act of war? Open your eyes, demon! We're already at war! And in all honesty, I don't give a damn about neutrality. I don't see how you can have neutral ground in the depths of an eleven-way war. I've fought wars. I've won wars. I know wars, and in modern warfare, rules...

Halit was surprised by the crowd he had attracted. He, however, directed his focus to the insolent remarks of the demon. "Turned?" He scoffed, "I wasn't turned. I am pureblood. Bred from a long line of true vampires, who don't have bestial affairs with other species. I wasn't looking to prove...

Halit downed the rest of his wine and looked at Discordia with a stone glare. "I can handle," he pressed, "my drink." He checked the time. 5:59. "However," he smiled, "I don't need either now." Halit silently drew a knife from his pocket and slipped it into the back of the man behind him. The...

Halit stared. "I'm not sure if you know too much about vampire biology, but one vampire year equates to eighteen human years. I am by no means a child, so if you would mind ever so much not calling me 'young one', that would be delightful. And if it soothes you any, my mother died bearing me...

Duke Halit Osmolskae strolled into the Leaping Fox, wearing a rose on his chest. As he opened the doors, a wall of sound hit him in the face, a deafening standing ovation to an angel who had probably had carried out some sort of performance, judging by the sign outside which said 'Entertainment...

D'Amore wanted to protest, but he just didn't have the energy. Not today. He handed the gun over with no words spoken. Iris sighed and shuffled himself back onto the ground. He walked over to Krystal and said, "I guess, but these aren't your common-or-garden cats, apparently. Aes Sidhe. People...

"GANGWAAAAAY!" D'Amore yelled as he raced towards Erik and Krystal in his wheelchair at an unnatural speed, Iris sitting backwards on his shoulders, waving his cane at the many Aes Sidhe chasing them, while a bloodied tissue was wrapped around his finger. They swerved 180° so that they were next...

D'Amore woke up in the same place he fell asleep. He smiled. Not for any particular reason, he just felt like smiling. Peaceful. "Hello," a British voice said from behind him. D'Amore jumped a bit. He turned around to see the redhead from the garden behind him, leaning on his cane. The blond...

Iris sighed. D'Amore laughed half-heartedly. "Don't worry about it," he said to Krystal, "I'm doing pretty fine. I'm paraplegic due to a... Disease. I forget what it's called. The chair gets in the way a lot and it's not very fast, but I guess it'll have to do." He sighed. The wheelchair took...

Iris looked at the ground. Was death going to be a regular thing here? He hoped not. He hadn't really known Elizabeth all that well. When Erik called for him, Kyle and Krystal, he only glanced up and nodded as a greeting. Iris let his eyes drift over to the other side of the garden, where he...