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MaW: Submariners and the Kraken

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-Inspired by Recluse’s Cove by BreakawayRepublic and the first installment in my Mamono at War series.

About three months ago, a Navy officer showed up at the door of our seaside cottage. His warm smile and matching golden eyes looked more suited for a salesman than for an officer. My attention was pulled from the man himself and placed square on the draft notice he was holding.

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Tales of The Walker: Immaterium (4)

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Revelations about the true nature of the Logos of Resonance, and the mysterious youth Corvus threaten to throw everything Walker’s party thinks they understand about the world upside down. Michael finally learns the truth about the fate of the enigmatic Echidna, and Bruce must make a decision to entrust everything he has built to unproven hands. All this will be for naught, however, if a solution is not found to the encroaching Doom of all Existence, wrapped up in the terrifying form of The Great Dragon, for how can one kill a being which eats Gods?

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Recluse’s Cove

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To say I’m not much to look at would be understating things considerably. I grew up in a nice home with loving parents and a big sister before a raging fire took all of that away one winter night. I was the sole survivor, but the right side of my face was badly burned and I no longer had a roof over my head. I was taken to an orphanage run by the Order where my burns were treated, but never fully healed. The clergy at the orphanage were kind, but that did little to change the fact that nobody was interested in adopting me. Perhaps the one bright spot was Sister Vermalis, a nun slightly older than my sister who would often take me out picking berries and mushrooms. It was thanks to her, I learned which ones were edible and which ones to stay away from- invaluable skills for my rather solitary existence.

Currently living alone in a ramshackle seaside cabin, I was used to the sea depositing an occasional gift on the stretch of beach that doubled as my front yard. Despite never venturing out into the briny deep any further than

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Chronicles of the Pax: Atlantea (2)

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Their worlds shaken by the catastrophic Awakening of Samuel’s Resonant ability, the Brothers of House Caladon find themselves truly alone for the first time in their young lives. Will Lloyd’s dreams of becoming a paladin come to frution? Will Charles be able to solve a brutal murder before his cruel brother Jeremy uses it as an excuse to exact further horrors on the Mamono of Caladon? And will Samuel safely reach Magisterium after traveling through the chaotic Free City of Atlantea, and crossing the deadly open ocean?

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Blood and Boned: Chapter 4- Enter The Kraken

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“MARCHELLE!” a familiar voice barked through the roar of flames and clatter of dishes. The kitchen crew was busy with the day’s hustle and bustle. Mistress Carmen’s breakfast might have been taken care of by you, but the rest of the Mansion’s servants still needed to eat. They worked in shifts, given the evening rotation still required food, but the morning shift was always the busiest. Not to mention, given that Mistress Carmen was among the highest of nobles, she sought to treat her employees with respect. Working for the Delacroix Mansion was a highly prestigious and lucrative affair, and came with many perks. Even the servant’s cafeteria operated with quickness and efficiency, and the food still amounted to the quality of a four-star restaurant. It wasn’t just the Mistress that reaped the benefits of her staff.

Indeed, the Mansion employees were often likened to a family. The cooks did not just cook for Mistress and her guests, they also cooked for the maids who turned down their beds in turn. At the head of the kitchen staff, was Jordan. A tall, lanky Salamander with a perpetual scowl. She seemed to be reeling on a wide-eyed Cyclops. “W-What, Miss Jordan?” she stammered. The salamander held something up to the Cyclops, you couldn’t make it out as you drew closer to the scene. “What in the bloody fuck is this!?” Jordan yells, screaming at the Cyclops over the kitchen commotion. Everyone that wasn’t the cyclops just continued about their business.

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