WIP-Infinitely Yours "I'm so sorry I'm late!" Julia shouted as she practically busted through the door. Her chest was heaving up and down feverishly, and she attempted to brush back some of the small wet strands of hair that stuck to her face but she found that her fingers were numb and stiff due to the cold autumn rain. Not only was she dripping wet but her legs were throbbing from the determined jog that she had had to do to get there.
She took a breath, and looked around, immediately disappointed to find that her tutor was fast asleep. His full head of blonde hair was lying peacefully against his arms, while his black rimmed glasses w
Monsters Like Me**NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR**
This story contains themes depicting graphic violence, crime, and murder. Reader discretion is advised.
[Would Gabriel call himself an Angel of Death?]
They all scream. Even those with the blackest insides still feel pain. They all cry out.
[Or would he wonder if he was just a pitiless murderer?]
I should have been used to hearing it by then. But I still had to quiet him. Sever his windpipe so he couldn't scream at me anymore. I didn't want to hear it in my brain forever like the others.
[As Mama said, Angels have to obey God's Law the same way we do. Thou shalt not kill.
Mark of the Wolf, Chapter 1ÿþ It was a gloomy night, and all was still. There was a thick blanket of iron clouds over looking the land. A storm was slowly approaching. The two young children dreamt of what I can only hope to be pleasant things, and were blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. The girl to be named Ella kicked at her fuzzy pink blankets in discomfort as the first heavy drop of rain hit splashed her tawny locks. The rain began to pelt down mercilessly on the babe in her basket. She cried.
The babe now known as Eve merely opened her eyes, rubbed them and yawned. She clearly had a thicker skin. Another drop hit her on the nose, making he
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONE
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the vast Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains far off in the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the ancient woodland groves and the raging rapids of the River Owk that carved a path westward long ago.
The already freezing air sent a sudden chill blustering through Liapor