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Chapter 9: Howl The street fell into total darkness as I absorbed all the light around us for myself. The power felt terribly wrong and silvery. It chased the Taint inside of me with a vengeance, not caring how much damage it was doing to me. I felt my Taint crawling at the walls of my skin to escape the pure fury of the amassing Innocence. I couldn’t take it anymore. I found my voice and screamed the power out of me and into the clouded heavens. Thunder without lightning rippled in the bl
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Chapter 3 Elios’ body ached with a pain like no other. He had been shot off the top of Manna Cannon while trying to save his 6 year old brother. The man, who shot him, flew off, literally, with Colin, his brother. Now, he couldn’t even return to Noewn. His face was plastered all over the Doen Empire by now. So now, he was stuck looking for his brother with a band of rebels. Elios shifted; to move out of the glare of the sun. He could see them talking about w
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Chapter 2 Elios drove slowly through the Crystal Forest. He and Cole loved to see the shimmering colors the forest made when the sun hit them at all angles but they wouldn’t be able to stay in the forest long enough to watch the pretty colors. Today was a Holy Day of Talos, his disciples would be praying in the river west of the temple of Zaude. They were hostile towards Elios and they hungered for Cole’s power. They would have to pray and leave immediately before anyone sa
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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Thanks to my editor Nigth Owl again. If you're confused about why I took the first chapter down ws because it wasn't edited.
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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Thanks to my editor Nigth Owl again. If you're confused about why I took the first chapter down ws because it wasn't edited.
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Chapter 8: Justice and Mercy Blake sat in the cold heavy rain, cradling Chance as he cried. He wanted to get out of the cold but he had to wait for the body to dissolve but as it got later, the remains stayed. They needed to leave before anyone came looking for them. Blake felt sick for what he was about to do. He pulled out his phone and dialed Wesley. * * * Wesley sat up abruptly and dazed from the sudden and loud sound emitted from his phone. He glanced over to the body under blankets next
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Chapter 7: Be Mine I felt bad for running out on Nico right after he asked me out, but Blake just called about another replica. I gripped the steering wheel harder as I thought about my last encounter with a replica. This lady, Kyra Dervings, had just lost her son and she made a replica with magic, but Clark, the replica, had to feed on people with magic in order to survive. I killed Clark before he killed Blake and only seconds later, I killed his mother who almost killed me. They both plagued
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Chapter 6: Planning I found myself staring into the mirror as I did when I first lost my memories. I would stare at my body, wondering how it got the way it was. Where did I get these scars, birthmarks, or moles? Did I always wear glasses or did I just recently switch to contacts. My hair used to piss me off. It was strange. At a certain length, it would uncurl and go straight and its snow color confused me but my eyes tortured me. Sometimes when I stared into the mirror, I would cry and curse
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Chapter 5: Memento Mori I woke up, wanting to scream my head off but the pain to even think about moving my jaw was too great. My body felt like it had been thrown through a wood chipper. Everything throbbed and ached with the determination of an Olympic runner going for all the gold. I never felt this bad in my whole life. ‘Why?’ I thought to myself and the memoires rushed to my head. Mrs. Dervings hitting me with the rolling pin and trying to feed me to her monstrous son. I didn’t know that
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Chapter 4: Frozen Kyra sat in the living room, waiting on her son to come back after dumping most of the bodies in the river. With tonight’s storm, they would be gone by tomorrow. She sighed happily; her family was coming back together. She began to wonder if she should call Mr. Xion to bring her husband back to life but she didn’t. Her life was perfect with just her and her beautiful son. But the phone rang anyway. A number flashed on the screen that she’d never saw before. Maybe Clark was usi
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Chapter 3: Missing Mrs. Dervings looked at the basement door nervously. Her son was different now. He was still his sunny self but he had a darker, animalistic side that appeared with those eyes. Clark was known for his soulful almost amber eyes but at times those lovely eyes were swallowed by an abyss and an inhuman hunger. Mr. Dervings stared hard at Mr. Xion as he walked out the basement wiping his hands on a wet towel “You lied to us!” “Oh, I did?” Mr. Xion said with an eyebrow raised. “I
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great story and sad way to end it, but i'm guessing you killed off Seth for Mark to be with him.
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Chapter Two: Ghost The house was decorated in a homey way. Pictures were scattered on every table with albums ripped apart. Home videos played in one of the rooms upstairs. The house had lost its home status, and it was apparent to everyone who went to the Dervings’ Home that things were in shambles and they would stay that way for a very long time. Mr. Xion could see that too, but of course, that was why he came. He settled the picture of the once happy family down and looked back at the paren
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The world has been plunged into darkness, bring an old war on a new front. The only ones able to stop it is rag tag bands of teenagers. Joy.
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Chapter 4: Tears I woke up on the sofa, with the view of Jensen and Casey burning something in my front yard. A wave of nausea hit me hard enough to push my back down. I smelled eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen, and Sandra had to be cooking, no one else was here in the house, making all the fucking noise. King stood next to her, waiting for something to fall to the floor while his dog food just sat in the bowl. I never met such a meticulous dog. “Good morning.” Casey said too loudly.
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That was powerful stuff. I'm guessing that James survived shooting himself. I wonder how the story's going to progress.
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Donatella has finally collaspsed after the harvest of her heart. Her people flee to the Great Hope, Terca Lumeris.
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What if you turned out to be not you but someone else entirely? What if you were created and not born? How would you feel? Would you consider yourself real or a replacement? And if you are a replacement, are you just as good as the original? Can you surpass him or will people damn you for it, will they accept you as your own person or will you still only be a replacement, a replica. Would you regret being created?
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Chapter One: New Comers I knew I was dreaming. I could just tell. I was in the middle of my school’s gym floor surrounded by a crowd of people I knew. They were cheering for me, for me to win. I just smiled and waved as if I just won an Emmy or Grammy. They were so happy so excited about this match. I began to wonder in the back of my mind what was going on until I saw a referee stepping out of the crowd with his whistle and vertical striped shirt. I soon realized that I was in a wrestling matc
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Chapter 8: Twisted Bloodlines People who have been abused all have a certain thing that will trigger us to go into a relapse, no matter how brief the relapse is. We relive everything wrenched thing that has happen to us in painfully slow seconds. It takes everything to break out of the state of mind. Kneeling at Carlisle’s feet did that to me. Memories that I thought long forgotten, surged to the front of my mind with cold vengeance, paralyzing me where I was. I don’t know how long it to me
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Chapter 7: The Siren Named Dancer Champagne Village, or Champville for short, is a small neighborhood of the descendants of the main branch of the Champagne family, my mother’s family. I had only been here once, a long time ago, when I had blond hair. The streets were named after family members who have accomplished a new feat. The grocery store, hardware, mechanic, and many other small stores were owned by the main family. I always was amazed by the fact that we avoided accidentally case o
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Chapter 6: Welcome Home Home, that’s where we were going next, I considered Arkansas my home; that was an embarrassment to say the least. It wasn’t as alive as New Orleans was. It was easy to get up and do something in New Orleans, anything at all; but getting anywhere was a hassle in Arkansas. I missed the food, the energy, the French Quarters and Café Du Monde above all, but the people there. My family, my father’s and grandmother’s family were nothing but lairs, thieves and molesters. In my
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Chapter 5: Orders My mind is still reeling from the conversation Nicolas had tried on me. I had another piece of the puzzle solved. They convince you that you have no power on your own to save anyone, including yourself. They try to convince you that your loved ones are nothing but lairs, waiting in the wings to swoop down and slit your throat when you’re least expecting it. I had turned the tables of Nicolas, so to speak. When I had cocked my arm back to hit Jensen, Nicolas was standing too c
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Chapter 3: Everybody’s wounded We stayed outside, just staring at the sun and its brilliance until the winter breeze forced us inside. People were already making plans to be dropped off at home. The horror of the past two nights was still visible in their eyes but they just wanted to get to somewhere familiar and safe, as I did. The teachers were celebrating with cigars and the boys were already sharing survival stories. Jensen and Casey were waiting for me in SgtMaj’s office. It was someth
