Two days before New Years Eve, all over the earth, every commercial broadcast was suddenly and simultaneously interrupted. The avenging angel Petra appeared on every TV screen and radio speaking in the language of that station.

“I am Petra, the avenging angel,” Petra declared as she stared at those watching her after five seconds.

“I have been sent by God to put the fear of the Lord into evil doers. This message will repeat every four hours through 8pm Greenwich mean time New Years Eve. No power on earth can prevent my interruption of these broadcasts. I invite you to try to find how I’m simultaneously doing this on every commercial broadcast channel in the language normally used on that broadcast. You will fail.”

After another five second dramatic pause she continued. “I started my mission by confronting pedophiles. So far fifteen have been sent to Hell. When those abusers of childhood innocence attempt to act on their perversion, I will strike them down. The only way they can avoid going to hell is to confess their evilness and accept their earthly punishment. They must then confess their sin before God and beg HER forgiveness. Their eternal fate will depend upon God’s judgement of the sincerity of their repentance. Dealing with pedophiles was simply a warm up for my main task which is to eliminate terrorism.”

“God is furious that HER message of love and peace has been perverted into condoning and supporting hatred and terrorism,” Petra sneered after a ten second pause. “Those who practice or support terrorism will pay for their evil actions. Even worse is the fact there are pastors, imams, mullahs, ayatollahs and others in leadership within their individual faith intentionally misinterpreting the Bible or Koran, perverting the message of God’s love and peace. There will be no forgiveness from God for their betrayal. Because they have led innocent believers astray, they will suffer unspeakable horrors while in eternal damnation in Hell!”

The rescue for Noel is on. Some questions are answered, however, new mysteries take their place.

mature rating is for scenes of violence and gore.

Jenken immediately sent a tendril into the evildoer’s mind and froze the perp’s ability to control his limbs, locking them in place. Then she jumped into the victim, Hannah, to soothe her fears. The innocent child knew the man was about to hurt her and had been praying that God send an angel to rescue her. Thus inspired, Jenken wished she could appear as an angel. It was then she discovered that thanks to being linked to JK2 her telekinetic abilities were much greater than she’d supposed. Without conscious thought she tapped into the power vortex in Moselem Cave. Utilizing the earth’s innate positive power she tapped the myriad mass of individual mind emanations and the earth’s innate quantum power, actually converting the sub-atomic wave particles into real mass. Picturing herself as a powerful female avenging angel she materialized as such in the room Hannah was being held. She was quite muscular but not obscenely so, a very impressive statuesque amazon; wearing a green leather armor tunic over a short sleeved green chain mail dickie and green metal greaves carrying a scroll of justice in one hand with a sword in a scabbard mounted on her back. The joy in the eyes of the child and the abject terror in the eyes of the perp proved she had created the desired image.

Jessica smiled for the passengers as they disembarked the plane, stretching their tired muscles after the long flight from Madrid.

“Thank you for flying with Soixante-Trois Airlines,” Jessica gushed in her practised overly-saccharine ‘stewardess’s voice’. “Enjoy your stay in London!”

“I live here, you dumb valley girl,” one of the passengers snorted as he passed Jessica with a backward glance.

Leah is having problems adjusting, but then she meets someone unexpected. Will this meeting help or hurt? Leah's adventures continue.

I want to thank Maggie Finson and all the other authors for creating the Whateley Universe. This story is Fan-fiction and may not conform to Canon rules or timelines. I am only playing in their sandbox. I also want to thank Connected and my wife for all the editing work put in to turn my scratchings into a readable story.

Captain John Raymond of the Royal Highlanders
By Sharphawlad

Captain John Raymond started out life in the British Army as a Captain in the Royal Highlanders. Soon his superiors realised that he had talents that were more suited to special operations and so he was transferred to the SAS. More often than not he was on solo operations. John had long since lost count of the operations he had been on. On one occasion while in the Libyan Desert he found a necklace and chain.

I woke up in pain.

My leg and hip felt fine, but my right hand was icy cold and cramped. Mrs. Jones was sleeping at my side, blood smeared on her clothes, still she was smiling peacefully. Easing myself out of bed, I found I was dressed in a nightgown. For at least the tenth time I wondered what was up with people constantly putting me to bed and changing my clothes every time I was injured. Raising the hem, I saw my leg was perfectly healed without even a mark. My hand wasn’t so lucky.

I was stuck with this guy that my spell did not work on. What am I going to do now? If the office pulls him in and interrogates him my secret will be out. What will I do then? I could always run to Wind Haven. I don't want to give up the work so that's out. I need to get a handle on this.

Pine Springs Health Spa, Illinois.
May 3rd, 2007

“Alright, Insight, I this poor, sweet, little kitten is scared, and you're the only one who can make him feel better. I want you to make him a little happy without becoming enthralled to you,” Dr. Chance said, putting a mewing little puff of grey and black light on the table.

She couldn't resist, and reached out to pet the little animal. “He's so soft,” she cooed. “Can I keep him?”

Sequel to: MAU: More Than Meets the Eye

Jenna wonders if she has been transported to a pirate movie.

Alright, so here it is, what I've been hinting at, my Halloween story for this year. This sort of thing, while something I love, seems harder to write than I thought. Maybe I'll get better with practice, or maybe I nailed it better than I think I did... but it's hard to do scary in prose.

This start is a little trope-ish, like many of mine, but I make good on it I think. At any rate, tell me how I did. Oh, and you're warned, I'm trying to be scary here; if you don't like that kind of thing, you shouldn't read it.

Copyrigth Nagrij, 2015.

So, here is the first part of book two, a piece of what will be Chapter 7, titled Exploration of Mysteries, which should be fairly self explanatory, and follows Tasalin as he delves into the mysteries of Ilos.

This is the second part of the story. These chapters are rougher, but I think they're ok. Feel free to let me know what works and what doesn't. Enjoy.