Of Mako and Bullets How the hell did he always get himself into messes like this?It was times like these that Reno was glad the Avalanche members were allies now. Otherwise, he would have no place to stay. The redhead groaned, running a hand through his unkempt crimson locks, letting the wisps of hair fall through the spaces between his long fingers. His appearance was rather disheveled at the moment, unsoiled white shirt half unbuttoned, eyelids drooping. His breath smelled like pure alcohol, something his lover quite detested. The thought of him made him grimace, rubbing at his shoulder, which ached, not to mention his bruised left cheek.“Damn he hits
Christmas Wish Revise "You know, I think that this will be the best Christmas Eve Kadaj will ever have."- - - - - - - - - -The silver haired remnant couldn't wait for the shopping to be over with now. Since he began thinking that everyone was hiding something from him, his mind was now really set on meeting Reno. Just thinking about it made him want to forget the presents and just go home straight away, but the remnant knew he couldn't. Although he yearned to have the Turk's arms around him, the presents were sadly first on his list to get done. Santa would put him on the naughty list if he didn't, or so Cloud said. Looking up, he felt a snowflake drop on his
Christmas Wish - Gift It made me so happy. He would be home for Christmas, after years of not being able to. I never thought that I’d be in this position, living a relatively normal life. I had remembered fading into the Lifestream, where Jenova was waiting, ready to re-claim my mind to twist. It seemed as though the Lifestream had a plan of its own. It reacted so violently to fight off Jenova that it released several occupants from its grip.That was where the story, my story, the beginning of my new life, began. I had remembered it being cold, even in my warm leather outfit. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I remember a familiar voice talking in the backg
Broken Promise The rattle of chains echoed through a dark sullen cell. Breaths were exhaled like small clouds of mist, floating away from a cold, almost lifeless. Blood, both dried and fresh, was splattered all on the cold rough ground and the hard, unforgiving walls, the color of it blackish-gray, like a nearly perfect embodiment of pure darkness. The air itself was stale, cold as a winter’s night in the harshest of environments. The whole cell reeked of hatred and pain.A small lithe form was curled up in the farthest corner from the forbidding door. The only light that shone through the tiny square bullet-proof glass was a mocking gray that didn
Broken Voice Chapter 1 School was something that a certain blond headed kid was not too fond of. Actually, when had any student liked the thought of being put through six grueling classes each day, for five days in a row, and actually being sad when leaving the premises of the campus? That's right, no one. Only the overworking theater groupies and wannabe musicians ever stayed this late, as well as any book lover who took advantage of the always open library, which was unusually large for a high school, more suited for the life of a college student. But even though this one blond kid was aspiring to become a musician, he still hated the fact that in order to get th
We Do Too Have Hearts Saint Valentine's Day. noun. A holiday in remembrance of Saint Valentine, February 14th, celebrated by sending cards or similar tokens of love.Sanctuary, that was what one would call the vast library of The Castle That Never Was, or rather, in shorter terms like Xigbar called it, Castle Neverwas. Sora, the keybearer, was of no importance as of now, seeing as they have not yet searched for the perfect place to draw him to. However, no one knew what this 'master' plan was that Xemnas kept talking about. Frankly, he droned on and on about it in every meeting, which was held every other day, simply because of the amounts of missions they had be
Egyptian KH Fanfic Chapter 2 Saix looked at the four men; their faces covered by some dark cloth. He snarled, almost inhumanely, at them as they came closer, invading the place that he had been living, the alleyway. The Egyptian cobra hissed and curled its thick four foot body protectively around Zexion and Demyx, slightly curled around Zexion’s neck. The Illusionist’s eyes were closed, his breathing a bit irregular.Demyx’s deathly fear of snakes had been shoved aside by his fear and concern for his mentor, making him clutch Zexion even tighter, one hand on Zexion’s, which was clutching the wound to try to stop the bleeding. The beautiful back and g
Liebe bis in den Tod -Zemyx- Secret, longing glances. He kept telling himself that those would be enough to sustain him. But not this time, this time it was too much to bear. He had liked the slate-haired junior, said boy now being a senior, since his sophomore year of high school, now being in his junior year. The blonde boy nervously drummed his fingers in an uncompleted wild tune against the wooden lunch table he was at.Pat pat-ta-pat-ta-pat-ta pat pa-pat patpatpat…The rhythmic tapping at first went unnoticed by the young musician’s two friends, his ocean blue eyes sneaking another glance over at a certain boy, one who was sitting three tables away, all
Of Hellhounds' Rage Demon eyes of glowing scarletsFur as sleek and blackOf shadow born and hellfire raisedVirtues of both awful parentageSkeletal figure with bones so whiteRise from a long powerful spineBreaking through skin to frighten awayAny spectators who dare to lay eyes uponA howl so horrible and death departWashes hearers into cold watersFor there they disappear with no traceHellhound divine with enormous proportionsBut of different each most defiantly areSo many versions scattered on the planetThough same a body, eyes are most notFor sulfur and emeralds divide the gapFangs covered in blood and fleshSo long and whitish-ye
Time Has Left Me Where has the time of ancients gone?Sitting on this windowsillLooking out on starless nightsWondering where I’m headedSwinging my legs to and froDangerously close to the edgeSlowly standing up to balance on itNo light to caress my faceOne inch away from certain doomAnother from safety for another dayBut who would come if I shall slipTo fall from so high up?It wasn’t like it mattered at allTime had left without meIt plunged this house into nothingnessNo one here but meA tiny wobble is the only thing it tookTrembling feet finally given awayOver the edge I went into a darkness voidWhere no screams
Slashed Slashing, slicingBlood welling upSpurting and stingingBubbling forthThe blade flashesSilver gleamingSpecks of bloodStain its surfaceEyes glowingDeep with anguishTired of lifeThis shouldn’t existBlood red tearsContrast with pale skinLost in darknessNo savior in sightTears frozenTo now crystalized skinNowhere to goNo one to be there
Prince of Hearts With a heart of cold hard stoneAnd blank hallow eyesYou're said to be a Prince of HeartsBut you're just a cold hallow shellSome think of you so highlyA noble man with kind wordsAble to save you with just one touchBut it's all a poisoned lieI don't believe that you existSo why do you stand before me?Go away, so far from meIn a forgotten realm where you can sufferFreedom is mine, not yours to controlThe sun and the moon are my pathWhile the sun guides me at daySo does the moon at night.
Mischief's Prophecy Some say that dark and light are always battling against each other in a never ending war. However, there are reports of the two elements coexisting peacefully with each other. Whether the rumor was true or not, darkness had always been feared across the lands and oceans. It was not until a prophecy was heard, contained inside a bottle that seemed to be woven of pure moonlight essence crystals, a material only found on the twin Artherian Moons. The prophecy was spoken in a voice that sounded like the stars in their fiery glory and was as eerily mysterious as the black matter which made up the universe.Two twins of noble birthEmpowered by
Battle of the Clans The Battle of ClansPlot:The leaders of the three major clans of the worlds come together in hopes of trying to combat the vampires that are no attacking them all.Characters:Jerasai – The Alpha Male of the Werewolves. He looks to be 26 and has short brown hair with glowing golden eyes. He is very prideful and the strongest werewolf, his mate second best to him.Teres – The Alpha Female of the Werewolves. She looks to be around 24 and has long red hair with ocean blue eyes. She takes no nonsense and loves a good battle, though will resort to dirty measures if necessary.Kera – The Top Council Member of the Werecats. She
A Night at the Haunted House This would be the most stupid thing I have ever done. I had accepted a friend's dare to go into the famous Haunted House of Glenn's Drive. It had once been owned by a very well known unmarried author named Audrey Lemmings, who had publish more than one hundred books on the paranormal, mystical creatures, and fantasy worlds. But the oddest and strangest thing that had happened there was how she had disappeared, like it had been a scene right out of one of her world known novels. One night, near Halloween, there had been a bright greenish white light which engulfed her house. When police and neighbors tried to find her inside, nothing was there
Unicorn Games - Original Hooves of molten silver pounded mercilessly on the hard cracked surface of the ground, gaining speed with each and every step he took. A geyser of hot air shot through a gaping hole in the ground near the front of him. Sparks shot away from his hooves as they skidded, almost losing their grip, shooting him away from the hot steam. Muscles rippled over a rich satin coat that was covered with sweat. Labored breathing racked his body, dark red eyes staring straight ahead, to the large stream that separated their valley haven, Jade Valley, from the Unhallowed Plains.Clumps of dry gritty sand particles were thrown into the air behind him. A mane
Anniversary A sigh broke through the silence of the German's home. Soft rays of sunlight streamed through the partly closed blinds, lighting up the room more than it had been previously. Sitting half secluded in the dark was the blonde haired nation, pouring over the paperwork in front of him. A newspaper was folded neatly on the far end of the desk, having been abandoned in favor of finishing the mountain load of reports and papers he had to sign. A picture of a crow on the front page of the newspaper caught his attention as he glanced up from signing one report. Furrowing his eyebrows, he retrieved the paper, scanning through the article.'Aggressive
Deep Magic Prologue "Fratello, they're getting closer!"A timid child's voice shattered the silence in the air, frightened and panting.They had been found. The only sounds that were heard were the soft crunches of blades of wet grass being crushed underneath two pairs of feet. As a clammy hand gripped the other's tightly together, the slightly older child pulled the younger one along, trying to avoid anything that could slow their escape. The tall grass in the clearing wasn't enough to provide the cover they needed as they entered it. The forest, they had to make it to the forest. Only there could they disappear."Che palle!" the taller child glanced over hi
Falling Feathers My friend, your desireIs the bringer of life, the gift of the goddessHues of different colors shimmered through the air as the sun slowly crept below the horizon, rather hesitant on completely disappearing. Below the endless sky, the ruins of a village were lit up with a fading reddish-orange tint, so eerily similar to the flames that had once consumed it. Nature had slowly started to take over it as the flames ceased to exist, vines wrapping around charred remnants of the houses. Even the trees had recovered, arching higher and producing more apples than ever, standing strong, yet sad. In the silence, there was nothing, no monsters dared
Legend of the Forest Lenaga Aruich of the Forest DarkUpon a journey she does embarkWith sulfuric eyes and sun colored hairA forest nymph with magic flareA tiny dragon pet she does ownAnd a centipede steed who is overgrownAs a Witch she does commandTelekinesis and magic by handTo battle the Darkness from the void ofThe Dark Stars from up aboveThe world lit by sun and moonNow dances to a darker tuneUnless the Witch can find a wayTo not let Darkness lead her astrayAnd lock it back where it came fromBefore the Light is forced to succumb
Two Years Later... Two years can be both so long ago or could feel like it was just yesterday. To one individual, it was the first. It seemed like so much more years had passed, and she swore that five years had to have passed. The now twenty one year old placed her head on folded arms, closing her dark azure eyes as she let her mind drift. She didn't know why she had drifted away from the Black Knights after they defeated Drama, especially when she had made some amazing friends. But after that great evil had been vanquished, she felt off, not knowing what to do. She did show up to meetings and helped out, but one day she just upped and left, vanishing like she
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