Orson, a renowned assassin of dark magicks, has become too strong for his own good. Now, the Empire he served wants him dead, as do the inhabitants of distant elemental dimensions. He cannot stay in the shadows forever, and with some help he finds along the way, Orson must combat his old, evil ways in order to save himself--and the world.

A fantastic medieval tale of swords and sorcery.

The Search is over, but Dracon's problems are beginning again. After being stricken by a mysterious spell by an equally mysterious purple wizard, Dracon must journey to find a cure. Old friends and enemies return (or just have their names recycled) in the first sequel ever made from an RE story. All of the action, comedy, and poor writing is back in this short and incomplete continuation.

The Emperor is holding a tournament to find the strongest fighter in the world. However, there is more to this simple spectacle and its participants than it would seem...

High Time is an action-packed adventure full of unique characters and intense battle sequences with an underlying and deeply seeded plot connecting the combatants in ways they do not yet fully understand.

A familiar taste poured over my tongue as I struggled to keep my balance. As the world tumbled around me I noticed an odd sanguine painting being created on the gravel. I might have even remarked on the odd placement of the painting if another fist hadn't exploded into my eye socket. Luckily the gravel caught me, though for some reason it tasted like blood. Despite my vision constricting as my cheek swelled, I looked upon my assailant once more. A cruel unyielding gaze returned from his scarred visage. This was no man, but an anabolically enhanced biological nightmare. Two massive, rippling arms raised me eye to eye with the beastly man, as two more extending from the middle of its chest snared my throat.

A standalone figure watched above, away from the frantics of the busy street. He turned his hooded head over, to where his shadowy face was finally visible. His red pupils shifted from one crowd to another, his mouth twitching, in the ice cold rain. His sleek hand rubbed off the hood, as his he concentrated, on the ocean of commotion, brought on by the humans.

The Kirby universe proves to be no Dream Land for this cast of misfit characters. Rejects such as Kine, Jumpin' Dan, Gabon, and Blopper try to prove they can be heroes, too. Do they succeed? Would it be funny if they did?

Join in on the rare-for-RE fan-fiction madness as these lovable losers leave nothing sacred!

The old soldier wound his way through the streets of the town, his sinuous, Eastern dragon familiar following in his footsteps. Everywhere were the signs of a long, hard winter; sodden paths, waterlogged houses and still-white snowdrifts. Here and there, patches of grass, flowers and other growing things struggled to reclaim their world from the grasp of the cold season. The adventurer sniffed. He loved the cold, for some unknown reason it sustained him, and the signs of a coming spring always turned his mood sour.