Cynus

Shatan picked up Marc’s body and started moving in the direction of the ship. I moved to follow, but Lucifel raised her hand to stop me. She turned to me and said firmly, “There will be too many people bustling about the ship. There are more wounded to handle than Dae’Marca. I will not have you in the way. Stay here.” I was about to argue, until I realized that I was pushing my luck as it was. I wasn’t going to let anything interfere with her bringing Marc back to life, and so I stopped foll

Avalon. I had recognized the name from somewhere, but only when Keith and Marc began explaining it to me did I understand where I had heard the name before. It was the location where Merlin had been killed, and the druids had begun to fade into obscurity. It was also the resting place of Pen’Arthrun, and considered hallowed ground by both demon and druid alike. Its location had been kept secret from most of humankind since the fall of Merlin, and only Druids and demons ever visited there. Mi

It wasn’t long before we had exited the ship and found ourselves on the steep slope of a frigid mountain. We were just above the timber line, and the forest loomed ominously before us as we stepped out among the dark pines. Though I was still feeling slighted by Marc, I could sense the trepidation in his step and I couldn’t help but feel some empathy for him. I was already having some doubts about how I had treated him, and now I was feeling awful for seeing what he was facing now. I had nev

I asked Keith to inform Lucifel that I was willing to cooperate, and then I asked Alan if I could crash in his room because I was exhausted. Though I could tell that he was confused as to why I wasn’t going to use my own bed, he nodded and told me to go right ahead. As soon as I entered the room, I headed immediately for the bed, intending to go to sleep, but my mind refused to settle down. Everything that had happened was replaying in my mind, over and over again. From my mother’s death, to

“Mother, what a surprise. I thought you would be in your lab,” Belial began uneasily. Lucifel simply raised her hand and his mouth stopped moving. It was clear to me that she would have none of his excuses. I was terrified. I had seen her angry before, and it had almost led to my father’s death. The way she radiated her rage now I was certain my death would be long and torturous. “Get inside. Now,” she said in response before she headed down the ladder. Belial motioned for us to go ahead of

By the fourth week, the time spent inside was starting to take its toll on me. I had always spent a lot of time indoors when I was younger, either reading or playing video games, but I had never gone weeks on end without setting foot in the sunlight. This was completely different. For awhile we had started to forget that we were actually prisoners, rather than guests, but the reality was beginning to painfully set in. The worst part of it all was the change that I was beginning to notice in

I've done everything but that reading backward bit before. Good to know someone else shares my pain.

I have a novel that I intend to submit to a publisher at the end of the month, and I've been going through it line by line in an attempt to smooth it out. It's been an agonizing process, and a humbling one. I first started the novel eleven months ago, I wrote it over two months, and then I submitted it to my editors for review. I revised it several times under their direction, and then let it sit on the shelf for a while without doing anything with it. I knew it needed a few more changes but I just wasn't in the mood. Last Sunday I finally was able to work on it again and it has been every bit as grueling as I had anticipated it to be. I've learned so much as a writer since it was initially written that I've changed almost every paragraph in order to improve the flow of the writing. I've noticed inconsistencies and had to rewrite several sections entirely. It's been worth it, but it's been tiring and stressful at the whole time. This story is my child, and it feels like I'm having to discipline it because it's done something wrong. I don't know how many of you have felt this way before when going through your own work, but if you have, how do you make the process more bearable? Have you been forced to just soldier through it or do you have a different perspective?

We quickly settled into a routine while in Hell’s headquarters. It was rough at first, and took a lot of getting used to, but we managed to stomach it. Lucifel allowed us to retain our cell phones, explaining that Michael already knew where we were, so there was little risk in us keeping them. Even if he somehow monitored our calls, we were not privy to any sensitive information regarding the operations of Hell either, so it would do him little good. I called my father that first night after we

Thanks! Hopefully I live up to that.

There are reasons for everything, and hopefully by the end I'll have wrapped up all of your questions. I don't remember the story entirely to tell you if they will be, haha! Maybe I should have reread the whole thing before deciding to post it instead of just skimming.

And thank you for reading! I would be lying if I didn't say that this was somewhat autobiographical.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I somehow missed replying to this the first time I was notified. Sorry.

Thanks for letting me know!

You're welcome. :)This is still one of my favorite stories in my collection.

“Marc, stop!” Keith yelled from across the room, and suddenly Marc was being pulled off of the angel by Keith’s telekinesis. Marc was snarling the whole time, his black-scaled form straining against the invisible force, wings and tail twitching in rage. I had never seen him as angry as he was now, except perhaps the time in the school restroom when he had beaten Karl and his cronies. “Why should I?” Marc snarled as he continued to push against Keith’s mind powers. I looked to Keith and saw t

Thanks!

Verina only spoke once on the rest of our journey through the ship. It was immediately after we left the medical chamber and she led me to a small storage chamber on the side. Well organized metal crates filled shelving units on each wall, and it was through one set of these that Verina began searching quickly. She found what she was looking for almost immediately, grabbed two things from the crate, then handed them to me and said, “Put this on the top of each foot and press the button.” I e

I love this point, though I'd have to add that everyone, gay, straight, bi, trans, pan; however you may identify, being true to yourself is always the way to be.

I love the questions and hopefully you'll get the answers your looking for. I wish I could say that I remember but... I've written a lot since this. The story is already finished, but with the posting rules I can only post a certain amount each week(which is reasonable). There are nineteen more chapters left in the story. Thanks for reading!

This particular chapter was supposed to show Verina as a bit of a religious bigot. After all, Christianity had to get its anti-gay dogma from somewhere, and since the angels have been walking among us for some time... Cultural contamination. I obviously don't think that way, but the emotional response was intended.

I awoke feeling better than I ever had in my life. Despite my new healthy demeanor, I found the small chamber I woke up in to be quite claustrophobic. My space was no larger than the inside of a coffin. The tightness of my confines started getting to me quickly, and I started to panic. Twisting around as best I could, I felt for any exit I could find, but in my growing agitation I failed to locate one. Everything was solid, and I couldn’t find any latches that would indicate that one side was a

Grayson heard the sound of buzzing, and his first instinct was to reach up and smack his alarm clock, even though it wasn’t a school day. It did him no good and the buzzing continued and he finally opened one eye and noticed a flash coming from his phone announcing a new text message. The buzzing ceased but Grayson was now awake. He groaned and turned over, though he immediately ran into Seth who was still asleep next to him. At least he had been until Grayson’s arm smacked against him from

Logan, Seth, and Grayson wake up to a nasty surprise. Someone has pictures of them kissing, and the trio must find out who the mysterious someone is in order to discover what they really want.

I look forward to what you think of the sequel. A lot of what you're asking here will be addressed. At least... I think it will be.