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Celtic Quest

One year ago Annabeth Scott, a young Traveler, smiled as she took the hand of Noah Roan Sciathán Oir, the Magus Regent of the Celtic Sorcerer’s Society. The two had been flirting and seeing each other for a few weeks. They had met at the last annual meeting of the ISA (International Supernatural Agency), the group of sorcerers and magic users tasked with regulating and policing the things that go bump in the night. As a Traveler, Annabeth and her mother were honorary guests, but, as their magic had no ancient source and no basis in religion or mythology, like the Celts and the Scottish Lords of Darkness, they were not official members of the ISA. Despite that, Annabeth and Noah hit it off, sneaking out of the boring meeting and pulling little pranks on passing sorcerers. Little pranks soon became astral chat sessions, which then gave way to hanging out in the physical realm, as they were now. Annabeth, a lithe teen with flawless skin, bleach blonde hair tied up in two pom-poms, and

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Turning Red: Birthday Hound

Meilin Lee hummed happily as she skipped off the elevator and down the hall to a particular apartment building. She rang the doorbell. Kellan O’ Cullen answered and smiled wide. “I should have known you would be here, Mei. Come in, come in.” Mei giggled. “Well, it is Seannie’s birthday. And the gang and I made him a little something.” She showed off the neatly wrapped gift she held. “Aw, a homemade gift? Merveilleux,``exclaimed Lilah O’ Cullen. “Put it here on the table with ours.” Mei placed the large present beside a smaller one, then looked around. “Don’t tell me Sean’s still asleep!” Kellan laughed. “He always was a late riser. The kid was born at noon, after all.” Lil Ah took her husband’s hand. “Oh, he was such a sweet little bébé garçon. Always happy, never fussy and he had the chubbiest little cheeks… and now he is 14… where has the time gone?” Mei’s eyes sparkled. “Baby stories…” she grinned. “Sean can sleep in all he likes. Tell me everything about him as a

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Finding Love

My name is Jeanette Miller, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I’m currently dating the sweetest, most amazing guy on Earth. His name is Noah Roan. (Sorry Simonette shippers. Simon and I are simply dear friends. Besides, Si’s in a polyamorous union with Alvin, Austin, and my big sister, Charlene). Anyway, Noah and I are without a doubt meant to be. As some of you may know, I don’t always have the utmost confidence in myself. I’m a bit clumsy at times and incredibly shy. A few years ago, if you had asked me if I saw myself happily dating, I would laugh. A clumsy bookworm like me, dating? Who would be crazy e

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Before the Bad Guys

(As I’m writing this, I have only started watching the movie, so this is a prequel.) The Bad Guys were on another heist. While Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake stole a priceless piece of art depicting a Naval vessel on a raging sea, Mr. Shark was disguised as a tour guide, distracting the museum patrons and Mr. Piranha was subduing the guards… all at once. Meanwhile, Ms. Tarantula, the tech expert in the group, was plugged into the security feed, disabling the cameras while keeping an eye on her posse. “Nice work, guys. We should be in and out before you can say–” Suddenly, the screen on her laptop flashed from red to blue-green as she lost the feed and a bright white web logo appeared. “Ah, Ms. Tarantula, commonly called Webs. I was hoping we would meet.” the voice on the other end of her headset was male with a Latin-American accent. “Sorry, but the FBI hired me to make sure you and your compañeros did not steal that priceless painting. I’d rather leave it to NCIS, but, hey, meeting you