Time Time 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 tim
Rosen mansion Rosario + 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 ha
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 Gifte
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
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