Books author - "Nick Venom"
Welcome to Scrapped, a blog type of sorts, for the author: Nick Venom. This series will be the successor of 'Jayhawk News' and will expose information about the most popular series under the 'Jayhawk Studio' label. Alongside the main account of 'Nick Venom', is the sister location of 'LI Production'. In addition, another account using the same name as the main account is on Forgefiction. Aside from the accounts, this series will provide fun facts and alternative paths that a story could have
βYeah, whatβs wrong with your Destiny Slip? Donβt tell me-β Ark started, a shocked expression overtaking his face. He had realized what happened. Echoβs Destiny Slip foretold of a gloomy destiny.
βRun! Miss Violet!β Cerriyla shouted as she ran towards Violet, blocking any attempts of capturing her. Cerriyla managed to keep up with Violet as they neared the edge of the castle that overlooked the sea. Violet stopped dead in her tracks, hesitating to jump. βWe need to jump, miss!β She shouted while grabbing Violetβs hand. Violet looked back at the horde of magicless Royal Guards that followed behind them, soon surrounding them. Violet turned back and nodded her head. Cerriyla nodded before
βA task? Am I to become a hero?β He shouted, his eyes sparkling.
Safe Haven was humanity's last hope until it was devastated by the Zodiac, Cancer. Frost loses his family and home with the destruction of the city. He was saved by two Zodiac killers, Zero and Trios. He was then trained to help in battles against the Zodiacs and their minions. Frost's first battle is against the Zodiac Scorpio and is ends with casualties, but with a happy ending. Then a year passes and Frost rebuilds his life. Now with new recruits, Frost plans to grow stronger to get his
Dust swung his bronze dagger at the orc. The dagger grazed the orcβs skin bouncing off. Dust swung again, this one meeting more resistance. Dust retreated, his right arm bloody and blistering. With his other hand, he wiped off his sweat from his eyebrows. He turned tail and ran from the orc leading it to the front entrance. He grabbed his wooden shield that was attached to his left arm and ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. βIf I sacrifice that, then I could... maybeβ¦β His voice
Welcome to Scrapped, a blog type of sorts, for the author: Nick Venom. This series will be the successor of 'Jayhawk News' and will expose information about the most popular series under the 'Jayhawk Studio' label. Alongside the main account of 'Nick Venom', is the sister location of 'LI Production'. In addition, another account using the same name as the main account is on Forgefiction. Aside from the accounts, this series will provide fun facts and alternative paths that a story could have
βYeah, whatβs wrong with your Destiny Slip? Donβt tell me-β Ark started, a shocked expression overtaking his face. He had realized what happened. Echoβs Destiny Slip foretold of a gloomy destiny.
βRun! Miss Violet!β Cerriyla shouted as she ran towards Violet, blocking any attempts of capturing her. Cerriyla managed to keep up with Violet as they neared the edge of the castle that overlooked the sea. Violet stopped dead in her tracks, hesitating to jump. βWe need to jump, miss!β She shouted while grabbing Violetβs hand. Violet looked back at the horde of magicless Royal Guards that followed behind them, soon surrounding them. Violet turned back and nodded her head. Cerriyla nodded before
βA task? Am I to become a hero?β He shouted, his eyes sparkling.
Safe Haven was humanity's last hope until it was devastated by the Zodiac, Cancer. Frost loses his family and home with the destruction of the city. He was saved by two Zodiac killers, Zero and Trios. He was then trained to help in battles against the Zodiacs and their minions. Frost's first battle is against the Zodiac Scorpio and is ends with casualties, but with a happy ending. Then a year passes and Frost rebuilds his life. Now with new recruits, Frost plans to grow stronger to get his
Dust swung his bronze dagger at the orc. The dagger grazed the orcβs skin bouncing off. Dust swung again, this one meeting more resistance. Dust retreated, his right arm bloody and blistering. With his other hand, he wiped off his sweat from his eyebrows. He turned tail and ran from the orc leading it to the front entrance. He grabbed his wooden shield that was attached to his left arm and ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. βIf I sacrifice that, then I could... maybeβ¦β His voice