Author’s note: Sorry about the wait for this chapter; been busy with other things over the Christmas holiday. Also, ignore the ‘call to arms’ from the previous chapter: got my knuckles rapped by the mods about that. Sorry guys!!! Anyways, enjoy part 4/4 of WoW!!!

 Jayden 3

Whateley of Warcraft Part 4 of 4

By Crazy Minh

When I got back to my bedroom that evening for the clan meeting, I managed not to smile to hard when I found Biskit trying to hack my computer. He had his paw hovering above the keyboard, and a cluster of black wires branching down into the gaps between the keys. He didn’t see, or hear me come in, and I watched for a bit as he struggled to hack the complex encryption of my Laptop.

“Biskit…what are you doing???”

He jumped, inadvertently opening my email as he did, and quickly retracted the wires that were connecting him to my computer.

“I’m very sorry,” said the small robot, looking down in what I assumed to be his apologetic expression. Even though he was programmed with dog expressions to make it easier to understand what he was expressing, he obviously had done some recoding. I prayed to whatever gods may or may not exist in this dimension that I hadn’t inadvertently created Skynet or the beginnings of a Borg Collective. Robots reprogramming themselves is not usually a good thing in any circumstance.

A Whateley Academy Story

The Evil That Men Do

by

E. E. Nalley

They say, when you gain a lover
You begin to lose a friend;
That the end of the beginning's
The beginning of the end.
They say the moment that you're born
Is when you start to die...
Roger Whittaker, The First Hello, The Last Goodbye

Prologue

October 8th, 2007
Action Tactical, Inc. headquarters, Blue Ridge Mountains

“Good morning, Gentlemen,” Mr Lewis greeted as he entered the room, pausing to place his cellphone in the lockout box by the door as he did so. It was standard procedure for working with the black bag team; any electronics were put into the shielded locker which acted as a Faraday box. Any notes needed were taken on paper and destroyed with strict attention to detail, but mostly these employees depended on their memories to prioritize what was needed.

It made things much harder to prosecute at a later date that way.

Light's Promise (Part 5)

By Erisian

Chapter 17 - Song

It wasn’t working.

Trying to infuse the book with more energy just caused the pages to flake more quickly and fall away. The hills surrounding the lake rumbled and cracked, colorless fractal lines spreading outward.

A Whateley Academy Generation 2 Tale

Hunger

By Nagrij

Part 2

I removed my fangs from Matt's neck, licking the last of his ambrosia, his liquid food of the gods, from my lips. He didn't even stir – but he was breathing. I hadn't taken much before I regained control, and that was good. That was very good.

The wound was minor and the bleeding stopped almost immediately. But I could see the vein throb in time to his heartbeat, and he was breathing. Which was good.

And I felt good; more energetic than I had in days. That was also good.

So things were good. Things were fine. Everything was fine.

Except I'd just drank blood and liked it. I wanted more, even now. And wasn't that a form of cannibalism? No, best not to think about it. I'd just go to my much earned and much needed sleep.

Light's Promise (Part 2)

By Erisian

Chapter 4 - Price

“Jordan, perhaps you can elucidate to the class how the emergence of powered individuals has disturbed the foundation and premise of the law and structure of the United States?”

Rabbi Kirov was picking on me again. When I had picked up my schedule I’d discovered he had wedged his own class onto the list: The Ethics of Super-powered Beings. Now we were at the end of the second week and he already had established to everyone that I was some sort of teacher’s pet. He kept selecting me non-stop to answer questions or to reiterate the passages in the assigned reading texts. It had gotten out of hand, and I was so going to yell at him at our private magic practice session come Monday.