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Bloody Prophecies Chapter 1Spike had been busy imagining how Angelus’s intestines would look around Dru’s neck when he got a splatter of blood on his face. He licked the red liquid from the corner of his mouth as he looked at his sire. Her hand had clenched around the heart tightly, her strength causing it to burst. He raised his blue eyes to her face and frowned. Drusilla’s skin had gone even whiter than normal and her eyes were wide.
“Dru, Baby, everything alright?” he asked only to see her turn her eyes to Angelus.
“There are going to be sparkles in the heart tonight Daddy. I don’t want them; they will make the pieces one and a new player will come. He’s going to change all the rules.”
Spike stared thoughtfully at her as Angelus stroked her hair. The ancient vampire was humoring her. The poof had never had the same faith in Drusilla’s visions as Spike did. This one looked promising too. He couldn’t say he was all that fond of the current
ReminiscingShe had changed a lot since he first met her. He could still remember the little blonde bombshell he had fallen off his skateboard for.
‘Well duh, it was only a couple years ago,’ he thought in amusement.
Still, things had been so simple back then; just him, Willow, G-man, and the Buffster. Buffy hadn’t been much of a planner back then. She had used a three part strategy: Greet, stake, and leave.
She had been more interested in boys and life then the undead, unless said undead was a hunk of course. Xander still didn’t like Angel and he doubted he ever would.
Then Buffy had died, and that had changed her a little. Well to be fair death tended to change most people. She was still fun and crazy but she took the whole slayer gig a little more seriously. She was more selfish then; he felt guilty admitting it but he knew it was true. She saved the world sure, but sometimes it was in a very ‘do I have to?’ way. After all she had nearly let the world end and
Change Of Players Chapter 6It was a week later that Ciel finally decided to show up. Elizabeth had just been about to go do some training when her maid Mey-Rin found her.
“Young master Ciel is here to see you my Lady,” the red head said and Elizabeth sighed.
“Honestly, that boy has the worst timing. Show him to my sitting room, and send Edward with tea and cake.”
“Right away my lady,” Mey-Rin said and hurried away.
Elizabeth slowly made her wait to the sitting room where Ciel waited. The boy's blue eyes fixed on her as she entered and she offered him a fake smile.
“Hello Ciel, please sit. Edward will be arriving shortly with tea,” she said and then made her way to her chair.
She arranged her clothes as she sat so she could easily reach her sword if needed. It never hurt to be careful after all. When she glanced up she saw Ciel studying her sharply, and she raised an eyebrow in reply. She waited in silence; she had no plans to give Ciel help in figuring out her secr
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
Moon's RebirthIt had been three days.
Fallenstar hardly remembered anything the previous few days after losing most of his lives; Spiceshadow had insisted the leader stay within his den and rest and allow the Deputy to do his duties.
But this was one duty the Deputy could not do.
Though Fallenstar didn't technically possess the 9 lives a leader should, Cinderstar and the other leaders had explained what StarClan had told them to the awaiting MoonClanners after bringing Fallenstar home. Though most were alright with this, some were still very much against Fallenstar staying as a leader, let alone calling him with the sacred -star at the end of his name. Many of his warriors referred to him as Fallenshadow once again.
Fallenstar couldn't blame them.
Spiceshadow's voice was the one that rang out this time. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan Meeting!"
"Thank you, Spiceshadow," Fallenstar mewed to his deputy, dipping his head to the blue-eyed tom
The Moon's New Children"I'm so glad things have returned to normal."
Silversoul giggled, licking her new mate's head. "Me too," she agreed with the calico, intertwining her tail with the green-eyed she-cat. "It's nice to not be fighting all of the time."
"I feel like we should do something to celebrate," Frogsplash mewed, pawing at the empty bones of what was their lunch. "We already ate though, so, I don't know what we could do. I'm kind of just restless right now," she wound herself around the silver furred she-cat.
A voice called out from the other side of camp. "Hey lovebirds," it was Scratchpad's voice, and Frogsplash stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Get a den--you're making my stomach churn!"
"You're just jealous!" Frogsplash called back, laughing. Turning back to Silversoul, the calico purred, "Maybe we should get out of camp. We can go exploring--maybe we can go near the twoleg's den again. I was kind of curious about that place."
Silversoul nodded, licking a paw and swiping it over an ear to cl
Strip PokerStrip Poker
TransFun Serum story
Alex looked into the round with a sly grin. "All right." he said and pushed his staple of chips towards the middle of the table. "All in."
Then he leaned back and crossed his arms, daring his poker friends to take up the challenge. Of the six other players, Marcus, Sean and Jonah had already retreated before. After a short moment of hesitation, Jesse joined them.
"Me too, fold." Keith followed Jesse's surrender with a sigh. "Somehow, I don't think that you're bluffing..."
Alex simply gave his friend a vacuous smile. Then his gaze went towards the last remaining player. "So what, you're folding, too, Colin?"
Colin replied Alex' stare levelly. Oh, just you wait. I'm sure you have no idea what I have in store for you... "Call."
The End, The Beginning.As she came upon the MoonClan leader, Brightpaw could clearly see his thread--bright blue, thinner than normal, but woven together with an intricate and uneven red one. She unsheathed her claws, Cinderstar and Ebonystar were holding Fallenstar down, with Echostar and Deadsoul nearby for support if needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Fallenstar--or, whoever was in control at the time--hissed, his mouth contorted in a painful way, his eyes bulging as he pleaded for his life. He trembled slightly, his neck nearly snapping with the effort, before he faced Brightpaw again.
“Do it. Make me pay for what I’ve done.”
Brightpaw nodded, this was the true Fallenstar, his true wishes. Raising her claws, the tabby shut his eyes, looking almost peaceful if it weren’t for the stains of blood and torn flesh throughout his body.
“Fallenstar, leader of MoonClan. By the will of yourself, by StarClan and by the leaders of all of the territories, I remove you from your
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
Victory! Tea Gardner TG (Request)
Paul was someone who loved Yu-Gi-Oh. From the anime to the card game he was a big fan. He was pretty good at the games, winning a fair amount of tournaments, he would travel just to compete in some. Today was a special day. For Paul was not traveling to any ordinary tournament, for the winner received a dinner with the cast of the original anime. Being the big fan, he wasted no time in making sure he had a enough cash for the trip, and the perfect deck to win with. He arrived through the doors and registered for the tourney. Paul made it through most of the rounds with ease, easily making it to the finals. He had some trouble in the finals, but needless to say he won the tournament. Second place got an autograph from the cast, while Paul, the winner got to eat dinner with them. Paul could barely hold his excitement. "Will the first place winner please go through Hall C to the dinning room." a voice said over the PA. Paul went through and the guards let him into Hall C. Others were held
ParadiseLife was perfect, or at least it was as close to perfect as it could get. There would be no challenge or fun in a perfect world after all.
He lived in an immense city, one so colossal he could never get bored. The city was surrounded by forest where he could go be a wolf if he wanted to. A forest with lots of running space and animals he could hunt when he got tried of human food.
His gang was so large that he never had to look for a fight. Whenever he wanted some violence it was there. If he wanted more then just a friendly brawl he would head to the other side of the city, There he could fight with his teeth or his knife, which ever he preferred at the moment. There were few things in the world he loved more then a good fight. Feeling his muscles burn, the sweat on his back. The taste of blood on his fangs or the feel of it on his hands and blade. The beautiful dance of death and danger.
He was a danger addict; he had no problems admitting it. He lived for the adrenaline rush a
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