R+V fan fic part 2"Wow..." Rae commented a bit stunned. "So how many Gifted Ones have appeared over the years?"
"Because of the human's populations always growing there has been an astonishing number. However almost none of them have been recorded in history." Tannis replied.
"Why is it that I haven't heard of this until now?" Rae asked.
"Well the reason for that is the same as why humans have butchered Witches in the past." Tannis explained using a well known bit of history as a direct example for Rae. "For practically all Gifted Ones their powers begin to show at a young age and it scares the hell out of normal humans. So out of fear and the unknown Gifted Ones are usually executed immediately after their powers begin to show. Only two have had their powers get to levels that made it impossible for normal humans to kill them. Your brother is by the third one to get to that level but his name isn't in history yet. He has the potential to surpass the last one who engraved his name into history."
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