"where do we go when we die? this is something that will never be answered"

Slowly she makes her way through the graveyard the lump in her throat made it hard to breathe, she tried to swallow it down but it wouldn't go it just stuck there like glue, the pain she held in her chest was crushing.

Stopping she looks down at the black and red rose in her hand, taking a step forward she kneels placing a gentle hand on the grave stone, Luca Bowman, born 16/10/1992 died 02/02/2012, it…

Clashes of the battle surround them....

vision overtaken by fury blind attacks made by both sides of the force.

They are not alone, oh no, for the brave Heroes of Hellifyno are with them, commanding them. How easy it is to willingly order soldiers around when you do not know the faces or names, pawns, lambs to the slaughter. Yet they…

My eyes flutter to see the sun,

that has cursed me since life begun,

What keeps me coming here, you ask?

It's nothing but a motherly task.

I miss you my child, and where'ere you be,

For now I'll keep that delicate fake mask.

I long and wait to see, waiting under that tree,

for my child that wasn't birthed or nursed, but loved in every way

Should something happen to thee, let my heart be slay'n.

Everyday without you is an ongoing…

Where Hakan has hidden her most dangerous works she begins another project. Pouring melted sun stones into a mold that was shaped like orbs. Hakan had melted the sun stones and also mixed magical mixtures into the liquid sun stones. These orbs had the markings of the suns, like the Moon Staff had of the moons. Hakan had planned ever part of the staff to have a magical part or stone. The orbs had white stones so the power poured from the orbs could be bigger or smaller depending on how much…

The story doesn’t end after death; it only begins. Words she forces herself to remember, though whose words they belong to for her is a mystery. And not one worth looking into.

She sits at the base of a small hill within the forest of the Kilvian afterlife. She leans her head back against the trunk of a thick oak and absorbs herself in her own thoughts.

She pulls her knees to her chest and listens in silence to the burbling of the babbling creek just a league away.

The…

I have found others, not like the ones that once lived. A new generation of wolves, born of the blood but also of another. Vampires had taken most of it, which in some cases is fine. I knew most of the vampires in my era, they kept mostly to themselves.

Though...I still morn for my kind, the ones lost in my memories. My mate, protective and dear, to my children who stood in the battle field. I have lost them all to time, to being captive in…

The heart cannot be involved. Emotionally there can be nothing there. It can never be…

We were never really a perfect couple. We didn't have the best of luck nor did we have approval, at first, about being together. Last night didn't start out as perfect, in fact, it started out horrible. One minute I was in the tavern sewing when I've magically appeared in battle and dodged bullets but fret not, little…

My howl calls to all those who will listen. I am Lyall, leader of the wolves from an old forgotten time. I have seen era's fall and lords pass. Breathed in breaths of the dead and living. Nothing has happened that I have not seen. God's have fallen and others have grown. They cast out their followers and 

bring in the blinded. Ages have passed and more ages will come, to those of you who still possess the wolves blood, I am here, I am awake. I am watching and waiting…

It looks like a tattoo but I was actually born with this.  I've always wondered why I got this thing and I guess I'll never know the true meaning of it, but I like to believe it represents the element of fire which is my main power. It also reminds me of a certain…

     Time slowed when she saw Michael go down on the battle field. A scream of horror and rage filled the air before Nikki realized it came from her. She was bruised and bloody herself, panting and weak as hell. This enemy… was tougher than she had ever imagined. She had never feared death, only leaving those that still needed her behind. “DAD!” that was Irena’s scream, Nikki rarely heard her eldest cry out in such panic. With a turn of her head, she saw Irena was half laying down on the…

The clashing and smashing of metal on metal filled the rancid air before the sickening swish of metal on thick flesh, followed by a roar of brutal approval.

The children darted in and out of the giant iron support beams that kept the walls of the imposing amphitheater sealed…

Hate

Why is this word so commonly used? Hate is such a strong word and yet it is everywhere I look. I hate her, I hate him, I hate them, those horrible people. How can you hate so easily? Don't say it's in your nature for no being is born hating, it is learnt and that is a fact. And yet,…

((I sat for two hours trying to free my mind in the form of lyrics or a poem. This is what I came up with. ))

Release these claws that dig into me! Clutch me tight! Control me!



Parasite!



Stop.



Stop pumping me with your…

The following is a list of people whom are to be tested. These individuals were chosen for having wasted or misused their lives. The purpose is to test their will to live. The traps they are put on are meant to act as a form of immediate rehabilitation.…

Dear Reader, 

You know nothing of me. By this point, I have not even introduced myself to you. It's a pleasure, I'm sure. If this were to be found and identified as mine, it will no doubt be published in some dreary novelette no one will ever read, but for the first one who reads this... hello. My name is Sir Fredrick Van Hall the III; however, please, I insist you call me Van. You, dear reader, may already know me as the "THirD" or whatever they have started calling me. Never…

Their in front of Rom is De'centre, what will be the gem in his new empire, the Galactic order, the first planet he will conquer, he's repaired for this moment for the last six months, he's built his own private army, expertly trained small may it be, it will be more than a match…

Last night in an surprise attack, Luna and Del opened a cane of whoop ass on the rebels. Bullets flew and heads rolled the shed of blood was everywhere. Among the fight it seemed Delilah and Luna were not on the best of terms, has something been clogging their friendship?

The people among them were not helping the cause, as the battle seemd to…