DP: Dark Legends Chapter 7 by AuroraFox, literature
Literature
DP: Dark Legends Chapter 7
“…Ahem, so as I was saying, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are the ones that are most likely who Clockwork was talking about.” Ghostwriter clarified, a bit irritated by Sam’s outburst.
“Okay, so how do we find them and put a stop to them?” Danny asked, feeling the same pain and Sam and wanting to stop this doomsday prophecy as soon as he can.
“If I may…”
Everyone turned around to the Observant probation officer, who took a moment away from his table to answer the halfa’s question. Demodocus continued once he realized he had everyone’s attention.
“The Four Horse
Primus. He couldn’t do it.
He just couldn’t do it.
Not again…
After seeing his comrades change from spirited rebels to lap dogs before, Wheeljack couldn’t bear to see it happen again. The Wreckers were formed because the higher-ups were too much of cowards to do the scrap themselves, but when they decided the Wreckers were “too reckless,” they decided to get out the leashes…
Speeding into the woods blindly, Wheeljack transformed back into his robot form and skidded to a stop near the bottom of a large cliff. Thunderclouds rumbled overhead as he hung his head, a shudder going through him, emanati
DP: Dark Legends Chapter 6 by AuroraFox, literature
Literature
DP: Dark Legends Chapter 6
“Just what are you doing here Ghostwriter?!” Danny demanded, causing the author to back up slightly at the frightening hostility.
“I’m here to help halfa!” He admitted. “And before I explain, I want to…apologize for my behavior a few years ago…”
Danny’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t buying it.
“I’m serious half-…er, Danny.” Ghostwriter corrected. “I’ve been thinking about what I’ve done and even though I still am furious that you destroyed my poem and showed no remorse for doing so, I should’ve been prepared to destroy that poem
DP: Dark Legends Chapter 5 by AuroraFox, literature
Literature
DP: Dark Legends Chapter 5
Absolutely unbelievable. He was so infuriated just thinking about that call, the warden nearly broke his phone after slamming the handset down on the receiver. The force put a slight crack on the phone hook, not that it was in the best of conditions in the first place.
Regardless of his view on the matter, Walker reached toward his intercom and pressed a button.
“Walker to Detention Officer Roberts.”
There was a pause.
“Go ahead sir.” The officer reported back through the intercom.
“There’s a request for prisoner number 0-G12254. Bring him to the interrogation room.”
“…Yes sir.&rdqu