just a compilation of how i imagine kemaline might be after season 1
Six years after the last event of Twilight, a surprise arrives at Peter's door that turns his entire world upside down.
Demons of damnation. Offspring of elimination. Summoners of darker demons, holders of sins. Origin of all sorrows. Shifters of all forms, masters of deceit.Du'Mįnix.Cloaked in darkness and hidden from watching eyes, a race of shadows thrives under the watch of the Moon Goddess. They are the angels of death, born to kill. They're assassins of the unwanted; the ones the Moon Goddess chooses to die.Bathing in moonlight and showering in the starlight, calling to the sky and howling to the comets. They gaze at constellations, venture the galactic plains where no other could venture.These being have no reflections, without concentration a simple touch can make them vanish to mist. They summon the demons from the underworld, with a calling so powerful they bond with the dead, to make them the undead. They adapt to forms of unspeakable creations, they are shapeshifters of cunning.With eyes burning with silver fire, fangs ready to devour, the first descend upon the world of humans, and their mythical cousins.When a hidden horror finds herself waking up in the forest, her mission is clear. Never speaking a word, being blind and weak, can she win the honour of controlling an 'alpha' werewolf?~Time to find out.~
Taia Reagan has been presumed dead for ten years, along with her whole family after a bloody animal attack. One night, on a rainy and moonless sky, the young girl shows up on the doorstep of a nice family. They take her in thinking she is a mere dog, until she accidentally shifts back into her human form after being stuck as a fully formed wolf.With her coming back, things will never be the same in the city of Elkins, West Virginia. The peaceful, idyllic life everyone has been living is about to be uprooted and made into national headlines for the whole world to read about. What you thought was so, turn out to what you least have expected.A secret werewolf pack has been hidden in the shadows as just a normal apartment complex but with the reappearance of Taia, things for them change. The mission of the Alpha will be one that may divide the pack or perhaps draw them closer to the point of no return.Everyone will be tested. What is truth? What is lies? Everyone has their secrets they want to keep buried. The mystery of this town goes far deeper than anyone ever believed, that the legend of this city was indeed a fact and not just a story to scare and give meaning to it. Join in on this adventure that will be one wild ride.***This book is protected under the laws of the United States and other countries. Unauthorized duplication, distribution or exhibition may result in civil liability and criminal prosecution.INFRINGEMENT NOT INTENDEDALL RIGHTS RESERVEDCOPYRIGHT 2022 © by Me
"Doesn't seem to work now that my DNA is so fucked I can't heal." I say to him, rolling my eyes. "So you agree that it is a change in your DNA?" Charlie says to me."I don't know." I huff, angry at this whole debate. "I can't deal with humans fucking up every effort I have to live happy.""Does Father ever let you stay in Heaven?""Only half the time.""And what do you do in Heaven?""I fight. Sword fighting mostly, it's a big attraction. Our sword fights are as popular there as football is here.""Football?" He asks, his eyebrows raised."Ugh, wrong era. Whatever." I respond, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. A sudden hitch in my breath causes me to cough more, another clump of clotted blood coming forward into the towel I offer. "Life on earth is just a revolving door of wars, fighting, finding out angels exist, fighting over it, killing everyone that remembers, then back to the industrial revolution again. And there's almost always times when angels are outlawed and locked up.""Back to your problem though, do you agree that God may be trying to train you? Or maybe he's using you to remove the villains from society?""The latter holds some truth. After all, I do get dumped into the human society when everything is going to shit.""Do you ever do wrong in Gods eyes? Maybe he's putting you down here to clean up society as a punishment."Book 4, yep I skipped one. Each book stands on its own. It's good to read the first before, but not necessary. I use wattpad as a back-up of my typed stories. I have so much more hand written, and if you truly are interested I will totally type more or even upload pictures of each page written.
786. There are always two types of regrets in the world, sometimes luck and sometimes mistakes. I have faced some regrets, I can say those were not my mistakes but luck wanted to show. Believes are like gravity, which holds you on your way and that's my believe, everything happens for good reason, this greatest God never want something bad for his believers. I know I should not regret, should not wish to time travel, but at the end, I am a Human. The Sinner!. Trying to share those useless regrets to tell you, your mean-less failures won't stop you, because those failures are not your faults, let's think for future, because that past is gone, won't come back again. I will not say you to learn from those regrets, because I am talking about regrets, where you are fault less. Understand some hard realities of world, these ways of luck, before you say, Wish I Could Time Travel.Author belongs to the Pakistan, A Muslim State!, a 15 years old boy, wishing to fly without wings. Myself Wamik, wanna show the world, their blindness is overloaded, let's awake to know the truths and support too. Insta | wamik.abroo Youtube | BakWA's King Youtube Link | https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmhBQVjuc4urrXvLXOMZzLgLets fly, too high.
Mark and Jack know how they feel about each other. But what do they do now?THIS IS A SEQUEL TO BULLIES.
When Tiffany was at home alone she got a package at her front door. It was Chucky!!!
Hace unos años recibí un llamado telefónico: una tormenta había volado el techo de la casa del campo de mis abuelos. Instantaneamente, sentí que algo había cambiado. Pasé casi toda mi infancia en esa casa y la recordaba como un lugar idílico, casi sagrado. ¿Qué implicaba, entonces, su destrucción? ¿Puede destruirse aquello que es sagrado? ¿Puede destruirse el pasado?