CLCurrie : Writing

Cerberus Whisperingblade the Frist Hood

Cerberus Whisperingblade the Frist Hood

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“I have never forgotten your cries, I have only allowed them to feed my purpose in life.” - Cerberus Whisperingblade
Heavy is the Crown

Heavy is the Crown

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“The Crown is never clean; it is always pawed down dripping with blood.” -Emperor Egon Oaklion the 4th of the Nightly Lion Dynasty
An Odd Mouse

An Odd Mouse

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“A dream can be a simple thing. It can move you to never give up and never lay down your arms, but what happens when you reach the top of your d..
The Mountain Clans and the BloodFather

The Mountain Clans and the BloodFather

A Chapter by CLCurrie


In the north among the snow the thundering sound echoing there are the footsteps of the Elder Chief, the one they call the BloodFather.” - Swor..
The Hunter Poet and the Violet Flower

The Hunter Poet and the Violet Flower

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“He ran from the dream, but the AllFather in His great love pulled at his heart until he came running back.” - Templar Southernlight, the..
Sir John Mightyeyes

Sir John Mightyeyes

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“Songs only sing of Kings and Queen, Knights and Heroes, the foes of the Realm, but little is said of those who are not great, and yet, they are..
The King of the Sea

The King of the Sea

A Chapter by CLCurrie


Dear River, The AllFather must have heard my prayers for the heat which hung over the city has been put to rest. I’m sure the heat will come bac..
The Horde of the North

The Horde of the North

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“My eyes almost didn’t believe; my paws almost couldn’t feel, but there beyond the Thundering Mountains lay stone pyramids crafted f..
A Name Never Written

A Name Never Written

A Chapter by CLCurrie


"Songs only sing of Kings and Queens, Knights and Heroes, the foes of the Realm, but little is said of those who are not great, and yet, are the great..
The Halls of the Academy

The Halls of the Academy

A Chapter by CLCurrie


“Hope is the candle in the depths of the Winter Night but be warn the flame can still run wild.” -Father Timothy Bookroot the 2nd