Rosen mansionRosario + Vampire
chapter one; Human Monster
"So is this the kid who wiped out our rival by himself?" One Gang member said to another one who was wearing a black suit.
"Indeed." Commented the other one as they both looked at a young teen about 16 years old or so with silver hair, hazel colored eyes, well build body frame, average height, wearing a grey tank top with black cargo pants, black motorcycle boots, with metal chains on his arms and one around his neck. The boy was leaning against a wall in an ally looking up at the blue sky.
"Maeko, mother is wanting to talk to you about something." Said a female to her step brother who happened to be a vary unusual human. The female was a beautiful vampire with purple hair that went to her tail bone for length, white skin, wide shoulders like Maeko, and looked about 14 years old. She was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, baggy cargo pants with a snow camouflage pattern, and black tennis shoes.
"Oh shit we should get lost." The fi
Shadow Dance Ch1 I had been laid down on a cot or bed, I couldn't tell which, with bandages over my injuries, I thought because of the pain and limited mobility from one of my arms. I opened my eyes to find that my right arm was bandaged up and I could feel some bandages around my stomach area. I was in a church, great. One of the last things I needed was to be in a church when I was injured. My reason for disliking churches is because I'm not human; I'm a demon so I tend to be a little weakened in churches, unless I am welcomed by the people who commonly go there or more accurately by the priests of said church. I sat up just as a gentleman in his fifties came in; black, muscular, blue eyes, grey hair, five foot ten inches, wearing the white, red and gold robe of one of the church's priests, Father Randle.
"Easy Mercy, you were injured pretty bad when two of our Paladins carried you in." Randle said in a southern accent as I slowed myself while sitting up until I wa
TimeTime is a mysterious thing. Time is then, now, future, and past. Do we ever learn from the past or are we bound to repeat it? Is the past something that can be erased like writing on a chalk board? The past is haunting destroying the minds of soldiers decades after the events transpired. Is the future something that can be gambled like money or possessions? Or is it as predictable as predicting life on planets in our galaxy? Now is it something you'll remember like your first kiss or will it deteriorate with the sands of time? Is it possible to have something invisible be real? Gravity is invisible but real. So the question of time is is time real or just a figment of our imagination? Time is mysterious and left to the unknown to decide what it is.
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