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#nightdwellers. We walk on our own,. In the Witching Hour,. Painting the world a dark black,. With pens in our hands,. And cats at our heels,. And midnight pitch cloaks on our backs,.
Pain laced through him as the blade dug deep into his flesh. He locked his jaw refusing to give her satisfaction. He felt warm liquid run down his chest knowing all to well it was his blood.
Part 2 I lay there bleeding - I presumed I was bleeding anyway - and then a man walked up to me. I guessed he was checking for a pulse, my eyes were glued shut and I remained paralysed in pain.
Floating in between the worlds,. Life has left me stranded here,. Grounded, haunting, ever more,. Please, show mercy, lend an ear,. Listen, if just for a minute,. To my story, truth be told,.
#nightdwellers It ate the darkness, It killed the moon. It scared away the vampires. It bought about their doom. It stopped the spider webs. It made the werewolves run. It ended the witches brewing.
Chapter 15 After that happened I kind if just went back into my shell. I didn't see James as much and we never talked. Matt would come in and see how I was doing.
"Freya" I am woken by Luther. "Freya" I groan then turn away from him. "Freya, you need to see this." Luther whispers. "It's late, Luther, let me sleep" I sigh.
Part 6 "Urrgh.
Part 5: dinner 'This was going to be awkward' I thought, "You'll be fine." Luke stated, it was like he could read my mind - I was creeped out now.
As it draws close to midnight, I wake up, stretch and yawn, My limbs are cracking noisily, As if my bones are torn.
Incision?. There must be some mistake. "Sephy, I think I'm dead." "Dead. DEAD?. You can't be dead. That means I'm dead. We're not dead.
I saw him, dark against the shadows,. Back pressed to the wall,. Bright white eyes, a painted mask,. His cloak fell through the floor,. I know the concept of his story,.
Sitting here eating my cheese on toast. I feel a presence like a friendly ghost. It taps me on the shoulder and quietly says. Remember the great and good old days.
Sitting like a statue. Tall and proud. Chest pushed out. Claws digging in and out the wood, sharp no doubt. Green eyes like emeralds. In the dark of the night...
I look at Roux then back to Seb. Then look between them again. Somewhere in the world we live in are all the leaders and other adults and out of everyone Phoebe is the one who stayed.
I awoke with a start, page stuck to my face. Heavy eyes threatening to close the world from me, with an effort I stood; shovelling books into my arms half-heartedly.
Raven with her hand held high,. Dark poison in her cup,. "Drink my soul, for when I die,. You'll soon run out of luck!". Your talisman, your lucky charm,. A naive wench that held your arm,.
I saw a girl and boy meet in high school. They end up falling in love and got married. Thought the girl was always getting sick, she mangers to get better.
Walking home alone tonight, Just me, myself and I, No moon to guide my way, And no stars up in the sky. The streets are rather empty, Of everything but dust, No people that I know, Or any that I...
(A/N I'm back with this story in the sequel.
My glass palace,. Its tallest tower reaches right up to the clouds. It is made entirely of glass,. Every window every doorway every passageway every item of furniture is made of crystal glass.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. When you fly, don't fly far. For when you see this locket gold, Please remember you've been told. In it, is my portrait, blue Dress on white backround so true.
Hey, This is the other small chapter. Chapter 12: Jane I couldn’t believe I had betrayed Lucas like that. What was I. I could think of a few good answers to that… A cow. A monster. A beast. A dragon.
Ryan I arrived home, feeling glad that Anna hadn't had to walk home in the rain.