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Wolf in the NightI was born in a human body & I was raised in that human body.
I am small, frail & weak.
At least according to THEM.
But they are too blind to see me for what I truly am.
They don't know the pelt I long to wear.
Will I be white, like freshly fallen snow?
Or will I be red, like freshly spilled blood?
Do I care?
I am a wolf regardless of my pelt color.
Tonight, when the moon is full & bright, I wish I could tear myself to pieces.
How I long to race through my territory on paws instead of feet.
Will I be fast enough to race the wind?
Oh yes oh yes.
With a single howl I will call my pack to hunt.
Whatever we please.
If you see us, little humans, run & hide.
For we are fast & strong.
We could chase you for hours or race into the sky & tear the stars down for our own amusement.
The night is ours & we do not tolerate intruders.
Crux Cross Chapter 35 (The Final Battle of Book 1)
Crux Cross Chapter 35
The Final Battle
A Light Without Definition
Matthew looked around and noticed he was standing on the back of a colossal dark owl. This owl's wings were stretched out but they were not moving. The entire world was covered in darkness, not a spec of light existed in this dark world. The dark owl itself had glowing yellow eyes, the symbol of Baphomet on it's forehead. Matthew saw Corax was placed at the top of the head while Matthew was near the center area. He was sitting on a throne on top of a red and black stair case.
Corax himself was in a red and black robe that looked almost identical to Matthew, except his had the Baphomet symbol on the chest, black gloves with the Baphomet symbol on them and glowing black eyes. Corax did not have to take off his hood for his robe had no hood, he only had the Edo stone that became the two horns growing out of his forehead. He tapped the right arm rest of his jewel encrusted red an
Crux Cross Chapter 36 (Final Chapter of Book One)
Crux Cross Chapter 36 (Final Chapter)
An Adventure is still out there.
Matthew looked around and saw half the world become pure dark again. Matthew's half became basked in golden light. The eye of darkness collapsed on itself and began to take shape in the dark half. Matthew saw a throne form in front of him, a throne made out black and purple design.
A muscular and strong human body made out of pure darkness formed on the throne. This being had pure dark yellow eyes and hair as black as the world that he now inhabited. This being cross his legs sat back in his seat.
He looked up a Matthew and Matthew's green wings disappeared in a bright light. This being clapped his hands and smiled, the white teeth sharp as nails.
“Well done! You made quite the performance, calling upon your woman's skills. I would call that cheating but so is absorbing the life of dozens of people for 200 years of time” This being's dark and ominous voice sound
The Fruit of our MistakesA cold breeze made its way through the room from the open window. Without even a glance in that direction Cassiel closed it with a slight movement of the wrist. He didn't want to move.
Before him lay a small child in her bed. She was sleeping, her golden locks spread over the pillow like a halo. Tonight it was his duty to watch over her. He had to pull a lot of strings to be able to get this opportunity, usually angels of his rank didn't have to do guardian duty. But he had wanted this.
A voice made him look up. In the door there stood a man. A man Cassiel had known for quite a while now. Of course the man couldn't see him.
“I was sure I forgot to close the window...” the man muttered while he went over to the bed. Softly he stroke the girl's cheek. “Sleep tight sweety...” he whispered before leaving the room again.
If he hadn't been an angel Cassiel knew that the scene before him would have made him jealous. But as an angel he shouldn't feel
Spirit PeopleChapter 19:
Beast did a loud whistle, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Okay, if we're all done conjugating, I would like to explain what we're going to do next," he said.
"Let me guess, we're going to discuss how to take down Samuel?" Keith assumed.
"Exactly. How listen, a lot of you Spirit People only knew him for a few moments, mainly because he took control of him, and the residents of this mansion only knew him for a day, so you don't know much about him. Me and my group however know a lot about Samuel, so we can tell you anything you need about him if you have questions," Beast explained.
"So, where's this base of his? You said he had one in almost every single country in the world, but you said he might be at the one in America," Skitter asked.
"It's a big, old warehouse in the dense woodland a couple miles outside city limits," Beast answered.
Drake eyes widened in surprise.
"Something wrong?" Beast asked the man.
Drake asked, "How far out is this warehouse and where exactly is i
Spirit PeopleChapter 18:
Skitter, Jane and Florence went back into the ballroom, where everyone was waiting for the Spirit People to wake up. Jane had her hand wrapped in a warm, damp towel and Florence had his hand bandaged up.
"Are you two okay? Why are your hands like that?" Robin asked the Nymph and Fairy.
"Well, Jane said her hand felt cold and numb, so I think she has a mild frostbite on her palm, so I had her wrap it in a warm towel, and as for myself, I burnt my hand, but I'll be alright," Florence explained.
"Skitter! What was the big crash I heard from down the hall!?" Keith asked the geek frantically.
"Nothing," Skitter lied.
Keith did an annoyed grunt before running out of the room.
"What did you do?" Ricky asked the girl.
Skitter smirked and said, "You'll hear shortly."
"So, how long will these guys be unconscious?" Robin asked, pointing at the Spirit People that were lying on the floor.
"Not very long. If we wait patiently, they'll wake up and tame," Gloomy answered.
Everyone stood in
Excerpt from first draft of my bookBelow is an excerpt from the rough draft of my book. It hasn't gone through revision yet, so it isn't completely fleshed out yet, and there may be occasional grammar issues that I will fix later. Enjoy
Ch: The Ribbon Master
A bell rang in the distance as I opened the door and walked in. The inside of the shop was lined with mismatched antique cupboards and wardrobes, their doors propped open to display hundreds of different style and color ribbons. The room was dimly lit, and crowded. The stained glass murals that bordered the entrance threw an array of colors across the center of the floor. A glass case in a “u” formation sat in the center of the room, filled with a variety of ribboned goods, from compasses and necklaces, to bonnets and bows. After a few moments, a young man about twenty-five entered the room through a door situated in the far right hand corner. He walked behind the counter and began to fiddle with a pocket watch from the case.
“So you’re th
The horror of Gek!It was a Wednesday night, and the clocks were striking 6:31!
Well...There was actually only one clock, and it wasn't really 'Striking', rather just 'Being'. Red, neon digits shining out from the face of a small, black radio alarm clock. The kind that would most probably emit a brain piercing beep rather than anything that could be described as a strike.
Henry slowly stalked around his darkened bedroom (He'd drawn the curtains as tight as they would go) as he lit the small candles which were positioned at each point of the obtuse heptagram which he had meticulously scrawled onto the underside of a few big sheet of left over wrapping paper taped together. This had been a great ordeal all of its own, as the Key Stage 3 maths syllabus tends to be more concerned with fractions and silly stuff like that rather than the finer points of occult geometry.
The ceremony called for the candles to be black. But these proved hard to obtain, so Henry had simply selected the white, tea-light ones and t
mosaicMarie in church, tugging the spine of her Bible, threads fraying. He taps her thigh, light drifting through glittering windows, virgin Mary with her mouth wide open. They are like that too: crushed glass, pressed together, stained. He tucks clover between the pages, and Marie smears her honey-coated thumb across the bind. Marie before the paster, his hands on her back, pushing her forward. Her tongue dry before she even swallows the wafer, drops of wine like an split lip. She imagines Him inside of her, blood brought to the soft surface of her belly. His body swelling like watermelon seeds, teeth biting the meat of her shoulder. A cross, dragged across her neck, the pastor whispering absolution. Marie blinks and suddenly, Her face.
A New BeginningOne morning ,in the beginning of march, I was on a walk in the forest. Suddenly I heard the cry of a Pokémon! Shaaaay!yelled the Pokémon. I ran toward the sound. I found myself it a flower patch watching a Shaymin and her egg being attacked by a Starly!
Leave that Shaymin alone.I said Go Ace.(Ace is my piplup)
Ace use bubblebeam!
Piplupluplup! The starly got hit and flew away.
Thank you for saving me. said the Shaymin telepathically.
no problem .
Ace nods his head. pip.
Please take my egg and care for it. The Shaymin sounded sick.
Whats wrong Shaymin.I said, worried.
Im afraid my time here is almost over
I held the tiny green egg in my hands.
Good bye. she says. She lays her head down and closes her eyes. Ace tries to wake her up.
pipluppip!he shakes he f
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