Could you, dear reader imagine the words you would use, to tell your family that your parents were dead, murdered? I hope you can, because I'm not able to share those wretched words with you right now. Can you be patient with me? I'll promise it'll be worth the wait. 
      After I had accomplished that horrible task -perhaps the worst task of my whole life- I tried to focus my fractured attention back to Sergeant Caputo. He was a rough looking man, like a bad cop in film from the forties. Caputo looked about to be around thirty years old. He had one continuing eyebrow, a furry ledge of...

Name: Razor Henry

Alias: Razor

Age: 17

Height: 5'11

Weight: 180lbs

Appearance: He appears pretty innocent but he is really A KILLING MACHINE! Brown hair, red eyes, tan skin. Razor, is built and muscular and has has insanely sharp teeth and since he has Blade's attributes he's a quarter wolf~ Aggressive, dark yellow eyes when he's mad, ect.~

Hero/Villain:Villain

Personality: A softy but can beat the fuck out of you, he isn't really a flirt and has huge trust issues, also he does enjoy killing because it sends him on a blood-lust killing frenzy. Also it's been forced on him to never trust anyone......

So, this is my new story... Yeah... link Enjoy~

Hiding in an alleyway, the small neko girl’s ears twitched as the sound of soft footsteps approached. Her green eyes went wide and she grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and dashing further into the passage. Her light brown hair fluttered out behind her and her tail curled up. She ran into a dead end, a small sob escaping her. She looked behind her as the footsteps became louder and began to climb the gutter pole to get to the roof.
When she was about halfway up, the footsteps slowed, and from the shadows another teen came out....

Warnings for fluff and crappy endings.

One week later.
Kyra smiled as she entered the cave. “Happy holidays!” Tanner shouted as she entered, startling her and lighting her hair on fire. “Dude!” she laughed. “Don’t do that!”
She walked into the hall to go down to her room, and walked back out into the living room after having caught Aisling and Rowan under the mistletoe. Not without having taken a picture, first.
She smiled at Delta and quickly ducked when a snowball was suddenly flung her way. “Sis! Seriously!” She only laughed when more snowballs came flying at her, and she created...

*Shrugs* Was never gonna be posted! Lets go!





I dropped the knife, tears streaming down my face. I killed. I have never killed before. Why was I crying about it? I liked killing. I smirked. Launching at another, I opened my wings, my sword ready to be swung. An Eraser's head was on the floor now. Blood spewed from the neck, and it finally collapsed. I was bloodthirsty. Ready to kill. A scientist cried for help, only to have his heart punctured by my sword. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he collapsed. I whipped around, blood now covering my bare--that's right, I'm fighting naked--body. You...

Goodnight Moon.. :)

He set up the mic, played a small tune on his piano and cleared his throat. Becca had gone to sleep and he wrote a song for her, yet he had no nerve to tell her about it more or less sing it to her.

Closing his eyes he flipped the light switch so he was in utter darkness and set his fingers on the piano. One by one they began playing a tune, no sooner he began singing.

"And don't go to bed yet, love,
I think it's early,
And we just need a little time to ourselves.

If my wall clock tells me that it's four
In the morning,
I'll give it hell.

'Cause I've been trying way too long,...

Fang sat on the beach, throwing rocks and watching them skip over the murky green water. He turned his head to sound of five pairs of fluttering wings behind him.
"What?"
"We need your help."
"With what, Max?"
"To find him, Fang."
"Why? You except me to help after you haven't come in contact with me in three years? I don't think so."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't help if you were the last person on earth." Fang chuckled and stood up, turning to face Max. Her dirty blonde blew in the wind and her soft brown eyes studied Fang. Angel the youngest of the flock, knew what was about to happen, she quickly stood betwen...

Everyone else was doing it and people don't really know that Devin's got her share of buttons to be pushed. So I made this! Enjoy! XD


1. Poke her
2. Do anything “Wally-ish”
3. Talk about demons
4. Be mean to Robin (her brother)
5. Ask her to play the harp
6. Ask her to sing
7. Tell her to let Cupid know something (seriously, she WILL hurt you)
8. Make jokes about Angels playing harps and singing
9. Taking away her Angel's light (Teague -.-)
10. Follow her around the mountain because you feel like it (Becca)
11. Tell her she's too sensitive (she's an Angel; what do you expect?)
12. Stand outside her...

Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Conners
Age: 37 (age when she died)
Status: deceased
Relations: husband- Riley Conners (deceased), son- Daemian Weston (deceased), son- Declan Conners, daughter- Aryess Weston
Physical Appearance: fair hair, sky-blue eyes, 5'8", slim build- slight muscle
Personality: stubborn, kind, strong willed
Titles: Mistress of Revenge, Angel
History: Was born and raised in Venice, Italy as Roxanne Weston. Her parents tried to protect their only child from their family's secret: each generation of their ancestors had sent their lineage to the temple of the League of Shadows in hopes that...

Oops, accidently deleted this. It’s the same Owl King as before!

Bodies leaned over standing-tables and elbowed to get a place at the bar. Voices filled the air in layers until it was a constant roar of noise. Amidst it all, a young woman in a short, sparkling aquamarine dress slipped through the bodies. She emerged from the crowd as she reached the bar, feeling a moment of respite from the suffocating stench of acrid cigarette drags, fruity e-cig puffs, and stifling body sweat. Her eyes seemed to scan the row of amber bottles on the back wall in front of a long mirror. Really, she was watching...

The party leapt from their chairs, the advisor and trade miniter’s son taking up posts in front their prince.
A woosh of wind billowed through the entryway. The stench of smoke followed. Hailey screamed as a masked juggernaut in metal armor barged into the dining room hauling a flame thrower. She quickly dunked under the table for cover as flames were dowsed over the walls and floor, making the men jump back. Hailey suddenly heard a scream from the trade minister's son that made her stomach twist. The stench of burning flesh burned her eyes. Her fear pushed her to jump up and make a run to...