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Preview:Storm felt cornered, the tribe glared at him, their eyes flaming with anger and hatred. "Storm, from this day on, under the laws of the Godess, Cybele, you are exiled." Jay glowered down onto the red haired 7 year old boy. "If you are seen within these grounds, you will be killed on sight."Storm felt a sob build up in his throat as tears began to spill down his cheeks from his grey eyes. He looked desperately at his adopted mother, Splash who only looked away, not able to look at the small boy's eyes without the rising feeling of guilt. Storm hugged his body, swinging his backpack over his shoulder before he sprinted away from the village he once called home. The ground felt hard beneath his feet and he allowed his anger and sadness to take over his body, the sob escaping his lips before he felt his body heat up once again. He shrunk down, landing on his hands and feet which were quickly replaced by four paws and long red fur. He still had no idea what animal he was when he transformed but now it didn't matter. He was a monster, and he couldn't change who he was to please his village. Not anymore.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ:- ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ- ɢɪꜰ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ- ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ- ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ- ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ- ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ- ᴇᴛᴄ.ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 11/29/19ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ: 03/16/20ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ: _ᴇᴜɴᴋᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ- ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪꜰꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ -
Angel has been through hell. she just found out she was adopted and was uprooted from BG's tour where she had met Eric Church and had fallen for him. Eric gets a call from Angels coworkers saying that something terrible has happened forcing him to come home from his tour. but what will he do when Angel stops speaking completely.
Do you know why white is so beautiful? Because it can be combined with any other colour.The same goes for the abilities of a White Queen - known as the eternal light, a mere myth amongst the seven kings of a woman hiding in a forest possessing the abilities beyond their imagination, a Queen whose sword and power does not depend on the Slate, in other words, someone who can use the ability beyond non-existent limits.After decades of peace in the forest, the war finally made it there, and the existence of the White Queen is proven, but it also brings her to a world she has no experience with, and Kings who have prosperous ideals and irresponsible traits in using their powers, and clansmen who are just as short-tempered and stubborn, as well as a clansman proved of being a traitor.Can she really show the world her abilities, and can she save the Kings who are a danger to themselves?
What if there was a girl that could travel through multiple multi verses with absolute ease?*warning: lots of cussing*
btw you are the son of john marston and no your names not jack
"Juliet awakens from her faux slumber, sitting up to see Friar Lawrence standing there. She inquires about her husband. The friar points to where Romeo's and Paris's body lay, looking first to her cousin then next to her dear Romeo on the ground in an eternal slumber. She moves to Romeo, a stiffness in her joints, refuses to exhale another breath. She kneels beside the body and hovering, reaching out to touch Romeo's pale cheeks. She holds in a cry, her shock taking over. Her shaking hands caressing his skin as if her touch could wake him."Juliet Capulet has now lost the love of her life. While contemplating following him into the great beyond, she decides that revenge on the two houses would serve as a better way to mend her broken heart, but succeeding in this task may prove difficult.Highest Ranking #210 in Historical Fiction