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Dragon Slayer Chapter 10-Last
My whole body and soul's racing; how could they? How could he? We're a team, me and him. How could he turn his back on me like that?
I run into the Dark Forest, my feet running of their own accord, Casper crying silently in my arms. We're no longer in danger; they didn't see where I ran. But still I run. I run from the pain, even though I know in my heart that I can't escape it. My soul's tearing in two, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. How could he?
My feet keep running, my heavy stomach slowing me too much for my comfort.
I don't understand. All these years, he's been my brother. He's never once shown me any other form of affection than that of a doting brother. Now that I've finally found the man that I love, now that I finally know that I am too different from Aiden deep down, he wants to love me?
Well, it's too late now.
The sun begins to peak over the trees above me w
Dragon Slayer Chapter 1 - 9Chapter 1
"Ayame, watch out!" I turn round quickly to find another dragon coming towards me, his amber tongue licking the air, tasting me. I grab my rapier from the corpse of the last one, a youngster, and charge towards this new danger.
His glittering blue tail swings at me, narrowly missing my head. I bare my teeth at this monstrous male. "That all you got? Your son put up a better fight." I hold my shield in front of my sweating face as he rams into me, fuelled on by my insults. His jaw opens wide around it, but Aiden's finished killing his quarry and jumps onto my beast's tensed back, giving me just enough time to slide under his pale belly. "Let's see what you ate for breakfast then."
I make sure to keep my mouth firmly closed as I thrust my longsword into the soft spot on the monster's underbelly. His black blood gushes out around me but I hardly notice. Something sharp hits my head and everything goes blurry. I vaguely hear Aiden screaming som
The Seventh Sin Part 3Chapter 8
I jump gracefully out of the moving limo, my bag and folder in my arms, slamming the door in Sariel's face. Last night, after Eddie had gone, he and I went out to search for Apollyon; one of our contacts in Poland had tipped us that unexplainable deaths were occurring over the country; a clear clue as to the whereabouts of the Angel of Death, surely.
But as soon as we get there, what happens? Another bloody emerald dissolves in my necklace, releasing another of Lucifer's brothers, an earthquake shattering the innocent human villages. And then, sometime in the night, another emerald goes, another brother free, another hurricane battering the coast of Jamaica.
He won't admit it, but Sariel and I both know that the world won't survive much more of these demonic batterings; we almost destroyed it in the Dark Ages, fighting amongst ourselves like this.
Thank God it's Friday! At least tomorrow evening I can enjoy myself with the
The Seventh Sin Part 2Chapter 4
Like everyone else, my first instinct is to call home; say that everything is alright, but school just exploded so I'm coming home.
My hands shake as I dial Sariel's number on my Blackberry. He answers on the first ring; I never call him during the day. Ever. I can't concentrate on the words we exchange. He needs to know about the key. But I can't say it. Not with so many humans around.
"Stay there, Lucrezia; Horton and I will be there in five minutes. Don't move. It's ok; I'm coming."
"It's fine, Sam; I can walk. I need the fresh air to clear my head. I'll be home in twenty minutes. I promise."
"No. You. Stay. There. I'll come get you; this is dangerous, especially for our kind. I'm not about to let you risk your safety when you're the one that holds the key to the Devil's heart."
I end the call as his worried voice screams down my phone. It's temptin
The Seventh Sin Part 1Introduction
I can't believe I'm doing this; what will everyone think of me, such a strong, confident and powerful woman, stooping so low as this?
The heavy wooden door moves swiftly, repulsed by my pale fingertips caressing its smooth veneer.
I see him, sitting at a small table in the centre, speaking to another of our kind. They must hear my uncertain thoughts for they turn their golden eyes to me, my thick black cloak covering my hesitant face.
He stands, beckoning me forward. This is my last chance; I can still change my mind. But no, I must do this; this is as it must be. I know that now. The other men in the tavern stand and follow his handsome gaze. Their mouths drop and voices hush when they see the beauty in my strong stance, the subtle curves in my body entrancing there lustful eyes; they have always succumb to the power of my natural beauty. I force myself forwards, the cold chains of fate suffocating my bare feet on the
Describe A Dream WorldI walk along the windy dirt path to the old woods slowly, trailing my pale, weather-worn hands along the tranquil evergreens. The woods are beautiful; a little pocket of peace amongst all the lamentations of the people. Somehow, this area has never been affected. It never will.
A twig behind me snaps and I run, as fast as a perturbed hare, jumping the frightened failed logs, dodging the clutches of the low branches. I run, racing the doleful winter breeze.
Something snags my long pale hair, the sharp claws thrusting into my weak skull. I keep a clear veneer covering my tearstained face. It must not know my fear; I cannot feed the monster with my shaking heart, unlike so many others like me.
My vision blurs I fight the intruding darkness, willing my heart to stay whole, to stay inside of me.
But I fail.
The darkness comes.
I find myself strapped onto a cold marble bed, silver buck
Blood Moon Chapter 6Sister Mary Evans
The last few days have been so quiet without little Selena here. Even the children have noticed the difference and have become more subdued. It's hard to keep them occupied without her thinking of games and competitions.
Clare has tried to take Selena's place in our hearts. But no one is convinced. We all miss the silver glow running around, spreading laughter and smiles across the temple.
"Sister Mary! Sister Mary! Come look; there's a big black monster coming up the mountain. It's almost here!"
Samantha, one of the youngest in my care, comes pattering up to me, her black hair racing out behind her. The poor child was orphaned a few years ago when the plague hit her village. She's feared everything since then; who can really blame the girl?
I stand, feeling my aging joint creak as I step forward. These past few days have left me feeling old and weary; I'm sixty-five next month. Or am I sixty-six?
Blood Moon Chapter 5Luna
"What have you done with your daughter, Luna?"
I sit on my marble fountain, trailing my pale hand across the skittish surface of the ripples. Father has sent many immortals to question me; they all suspected that I have a child. But now they know; Morte has requested using her to put the mortals back in their place. Everyone is in uproar.
Now Lume, my own twin brother, is pressing me to her whereabouts.
"You will kill her if I tell you. And I do not want my only child to be destroyed."
"You can have other children, sister. But this child is a danger to all; immortals as well as mortals. You, above all others, know the full extent of her powers; you gave them to her, along with her despicable father.."
I spin round at my brother's harsh tone. He has hundreds of children; it isn't hard for the handsome God of the Sun to capture the hearts of Angels and mortals. But I cannot have children as eas
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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