TFT Series: All Stories

If you see this now, this is a big WIP. I’ve got to find and copy over some things, and think of what to type out for the plots. I also need to add the egotistical section for the unfinished ones... also known as reviews.
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==The First Talons==
The First Talons
The First Talons is the main book of all of these. The rest stem from this. It will most definitely be the longest, and the best. Hopefully.
DESCRIPTION
Copper, a Sandwing bounty hunter with a cold heart that must change.
A merciless group that is coming back from the past.
And a continent on the brink of destruction...
Without even knowing about it.
PROLOGUE
There was a gale outside the night he died.
"Want to tell us now?" Asked the Sandwing, holding the knife threateningly in front of Stormbringer's face. 
"For the last time, I don't know what it means. How do you not understand that?" Whispered Stormbringer, recoiling from the knife once again. The two dragons in his house had broken in a couple of minutes ago, had chained him to his writing chair, and were asking the same few questions over and over again.
The Sandwing lowered the knife with a dark look crossing his face. "You had to make this difficult, didn't you? You gave the stupid prophecy. You should know what it means."
"That's not how it works." Said Stormbringer.
The Sandwing looked towards his accomplice, a sinewy Nightwing with a briefcase, who hadn't moved from the corner of Stormbringer's home since they entered. The Nightwing shattered the window next to him with a blisteringly fast elbow strike, and rain started falling in. He then picked up a shard of glass and slid it towards the Sandwing, his face chillingly stoic. The Sandwing picked it up and immediately jammed it into Stormbringer's leg. Stormbringer bit his tongue.
"What, does, the line mean?" The Sandwing repeated, slower this time. "You just have to tell us the meaning behind it and we'll forget all about you. It's that simple." Stormbringer waited a moment. 
"I... don't... know." Stormbringer hissed through gritted teeth.
The Sandwing drove the piece of glass deeper into Stormbringer's leg with narrowing eyes.
With no reaction but a wince from Stormbringer, the Sandwing scowled and walked over to Stormbringer's writing desk, then held the knife over one of the still lit candles, his face hidden by the shadows.
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The Sandwing opened the door and walked out onto the dark, muddy streets of Sanctuary, his associate following close behind, carrying his briefcase. A rumble of thunder jolted from the sky. They both turned to face the apartment. "Do it." Said the Sandwing, warily scanning the area, ears pricked.
The Nightwing opened his briefcase and received one of the objects from within, a wooden club. He set it ablaze with his breath and chucked it through the door before closing it. 
"We were never here!" Yelled the Sandwing over the thickening storm. The Nightwing nodded once and, to the muffled screams of Stormbringer from within the house, flew off in different directions into the night.
REVIEWS
I love this:) Its so well written, and the plot is very interesting, I look forward to seeing the rest of it!
Cool !
This is so gooood 
Oh my god I just read the prologue it's so good. 
That is crazy! It feels like Tui herself wrote it.
(4 exempt due to spoilers/tips/constructive criticism)
=== LEGENDS: ===
The AMAZING Adventures of ELVER
The AMAZING Adventures of ELVER
DESCRIPTION AND PROLOGUE
Hello. I am Elver. The greatest hero... EVER.
And this... hm, THIS, is my book. The prologue of my book.
If you're wondering why I seem to be speaking... and things presumably like that dot dot dot that may or may not be there keep appearing... is because I am not writing. I am speaking to a prison guard, of the Seawing variety. Who seems appropriately both grateful and ticked off.
Grateful: as I gave him a substantial amount of gold to write this...
Ticked off: most likely because he's writing this.
Just writing away... writing, writing, writing, writing wri
He seems to have stopped a while ago, I believe because he didn't want to keep writing, 'writing,’ for the fourty two seconds I had been repeating it. Alright, enough fluff, and enough fooling around. This is MY story, and it's about time I got down to telling it.
The TRUE story, of me. Elver. Get that in your head, because you're going to be hearing quite a bit about me.
REVIEWS
I like this- Elver seems adorable 
*gets popcorn*
YEEES MAKE MORE
I applaud you.
=== WINGLETS: ===
====Prey====
====Talons====
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Mature Content