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Smoke    It was so quiet when I woke up that morning, not that that was all that abnormal. I rolled out of bed, my feet landing with a quiet thump on the wood floor, and ran a hand through my shaggy red bedhead bob. I glided into the bathroom and started with my daily routine, brushing out the snarls in my short red mop of curly hair, pulling on my glasses so I could see my surroundings properly (at this point I grimaced at the dark bags under my grey-green eyes). I brushed my teeth and washed my face and padded out of the bathroom down to the kitchen.    Here I noticed the oddness of that day, my family was nowhere to be found. There was

How had destruction come so quickly? I could scarcely believe how we could be laying her on the ground, dying, from the searing, roaring orange flames that danced in the night. This was supposed to be the happiest nigh in our town, it was Christmas! No one was supposed to die. I stared down at my immobile legs, trapped under a fallen roof beam, I couldn't help but wonder if my brother, Jacob, was alright. I prayed to every god I knew for his and my family's safety. I felt the fire lapping at my back, felt the smoke burning my lungs. Everything in me burned and ached in agony, I'd lost the fight I'd been so known for. I closed my eyes. So th

Deep breath in, once, twice, three times, I stepped into the lighted dance hall of Braddock mansion. Women in swirling gowns gathered in small, close circles with masks that hid their faces, men in suits stood drinking and laughing, masks covering their own features. Some people were dancing, some were drinking or eating, some were laughing and chatting, but I had come for none of this. I'd come to settle a score. Harry Braddock was reclining on a couch, a brunette on one arm and a red on the other, as well as several others gathered around. Braddock was definitely handsome with his lantern jaw, curling brown hair, bright blue eyes, and swoon

Day 1: Dangerous Games I knew teasing fate wasn't exactly one of my most brilliant ideas, but it sure was a helluva lot of fun. I smirked and leaned over Ashton's shoulder, massaging his toned arms and chest while his blonde head lolled back against my shoulders, moaning softly. "You know just how to make me feel better after a long day, Claire." He rumbled against my neck and I chuckled. "Well I know how hard it is after a long day." I murmured, nipping at his ear and the boy beneath me chuckled breathily. "How about we go upstairs and play a little game?" Ashton's eyes flashed darkly, a sadistic shadow in those oceanic pools that I trie

There was something...off that night, the night I died. My small beach community was normally quiet at night, nothing but the occasional rush of a car on the road. It was quiet that night too, but the whispering wind and the hypnotic rhythm of the waves crashing on the shore didn't seem alone...there was something else, it was like an undertow, something barely there but at the same time ubiquitous. My eyes blinked open from the light doze I'd fallen into. I could see my reflection in the sliding door, long brunette hair unruly and exhausted grey eyes that stood out starkly against my pale skin. Though something struck me odd. I'd fallen asl

I was cold. Oh so cold. Blackness invaded my vision but still a small tunnel of light allowed me to see. I could see those horrible ice blue eyes. They were eyes that once roamed my dreams but now they stalked my nightmares. The lovely damnation had finally come to claim his prize. Finally he'd come to take my soul. He laughed as I looked helplessly up at him, a pale hand stroked my hair as the blackness continued to engulf my vision. “My sweet Lyra.” He murmured. I shuddered as his frigid hand caressed my cheek. “If only it hadn't ended like this. You could have just been a good girl and stayed out of the room like I'

Chapter One: The Priest and Coven The town was bustling with life, hidden safely away from view behind the great kingdom Brighton's massive stone walls. Children laughed and played in merriment while their parents rushed about, trading and buying with glittering silver and gold coins. Brighton was a joyful place, the people were all rather friendly and were good church-going men and women. But none was more faithful to the Lord than the young Priest Malachi Senlis. At the age of only twenty-one, Malachi had entered the convent of Brighton and was one of the head priests by his current age of twenty-five. Young Malachi was well loved among the

Prologue (?): The Hunt is On The Church bells rang off in the distance as morning light peeked sleepily over the horizon. A group of six men on horse back, trampled through the woods of the Kingdom of Brighton, all armed with bows, swords, and knives. Hunting dogs sniffed the ground, each large and lithe. It was peaceful, a nice change from the chaotic life in the Kingdom. The men were silent as they watched the sun rise, silhouetting the palace and it's great walls in golden rays. The Church bells rang loud and clear through even the darkest pit of the forests. Though there was something...off about this place. No wildlife stirred, not a sin

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the Queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in; Heaven knows I tried Soft snow fell silently to the ground, landing among it's fellows, no blemishes marred it's perfect white surface, no footsteps- human or otherwise. I was so completely alone, isolated from everyone I'd ever known. Except for him. The man I'd thought I'd loved, and whom I believed loved me as well. He stood stunned in front of me, horror in his eyes. I'd finally snapped, forever I'd hidden my anger and fear of him behin