The Creators
CHAPTER 12 Temari trained a full week after; controlling each energy she had inside her. Nights were restless, her eyes heavier then weights, and her muscles ached from the brutal training.
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CHAPTER 12 Temari trained a full week after; controlling each energy she had inside her. Nights were restless, her eyes heavier then weights, and her muscles ached from the brutal training.
CHAPTER 11 Temari's heavy eyelids closed as the sun set. She was going to try to talk to her Spirit so that she could combine their souls to form one Creator.
"So, what do your parents do?" Derek asked, walking beside Aubrey, his back continuing to burn. Her face drained of colour. "Did I say something?" She stared at the ground. "I um...
It's called miracle drug, but don't let the title deceive you;D. I'm not the best at writing (stories) but here goes nothing.
Aubrey sat on the couch staring out the window. Her grandmother sat in her chair watching her. "So. How was school?" She asked, breaking the silence. "School was.. ok." She said.
CHAPTER 10 Temari had been asleep for two days straight; tired from having the short conversation with her Creator self.
CHAPTER 9 After sleeping a dreamless night, Temari stood facing Solind. What would her former self look like. Did she look young, old. Would her personality match hers.
CHAPTER 5 The immense power that enveloped the room shattered the windows in their panes, blew paper out of their places, and flung open the door that confined them to the room.
CHAPTER 3 Temari's hand struck out before she could hit the ground. She felt a growing energy well up inside her, and burst out onto the scene.
CHAPTER 2 Both Temari and Damian's eyes widened at the kidnappers words. Fear choked her throat and refused for her legs to move. Temari, Protector of the Wood. Damian, Succesor of the Sea.
CHAPTER 1 Temari stumbled into her one bedroom apartment, bone tired. She had worked for eight hours, and eight hours too many.
The first thing I saw…was nothing. There was no sign that a man had been there. The gym was completely silent that you could hear a pin drop. Everything was the same as it usually was.
Jordan washed off the mud he used in survival, and headed to see Roslyn in the infirmary. He opened the door, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed. "Love. You okay?" She inhaled. "Yeah...
The next day, I woke up to find that it was only 6:10 and I had to go to school. I really did hate Mondays. “Ugh, can’t I just stay home all day?” I said to no one in particular.
*chapter 1* Hi my name is Ruby. My sister charmed has recently died with a demon called Evan. I'm 3 year older that charmed and that makes me 13.
“Are you sure she will be able to use her powers if she is kept away from using them??” asked a worried voice. “I’m sure,” replied a young voice. “But what about the other two?.
(I haven't figured out which title i like best!) This is a "sneak peak" of a story i'm writing. They spoke quietly, as if afraid that someone would over hear them in the noisy street.
The demon screeched, and disappeared in a blast if black smoke. Jordan turned to Roslyn, eyes black. "If he's come, more will. I need to get you back where it's safe.
Chapter 1 <3 "Ally I can't believe you, Malcolm said we were MEANT to be saving the world!. Not buying makeup!!" Peyton whined as Bud nodded in agreement.
Chapter 2: Sometimes getting everything you want is harder than you think. You always feel guilty for using them. But then you remember how many stupid rules everyone else has to follow.
"Where is he." Tamar demanded. His servant, Wilbur trembled with fear. He never wanted to serve the great Tamar, but he had no choice. He was young, eighteen, with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair.
We walked forever. Every room we crawled over, every crack of light turned out to be the wrong place. I yawned, and Arcene shot me a look.
Jordan and Roslyn sat on the docks by the lake, talking about their lives, before they came to the manor. His story. His childhood before Walter had found him, was sick, twisted, and gruesome.
Chapter 18 SHANE'S POV: THAT DICK. THAT DICKHEAD. FUCK. SHE'S MINE. MINE. MINE. I look down at her sweet and beautiful face. God... She's amazing.