AshNyx

 “I’ll hate it here too. Its bullshit” she muttered as the door swung open with a wildly loud creak and a puffing cloud of dust. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY” his palm raised close to her face and spittle flung from his lips. “WELL?!” “Nothing, Dad.” she showing nothing; no fear nor sadness or anger. “I said nothing” “DAMN FUCKING RIGHT IT WAS NOTHING. BETTER KEEP IT THAT WAY, MORRIGAN!” he brought the back of his hand down across her face with a crack “OR THAT WON’T BE SO SOFT NEXT TIME” Her face remained hard, no emotions would show.  She

             What was the year?  He didn't quite know honestly.  He thought hard, brow furrowing.  His skin was pale and papery looking.  How long had it been since that skin had last seen the sun? His hairline had receded now, leaving a shiny hairless crescent along his head.        He hadn't left since the accident. His hair was a light brown back then. His skin was wrinkle free and always a beautiful golden brown color, courtesy of his heritage and the sun.  His teeth were always exposed, a striking smile that touched his sparkling green eyes.       The ladies all swooned over him, they tried to catch his attention with screams of "Ben

     Maximus allowed his small body to be lead into the room.  Alexander's skin felt soft against his. His warm hand looped around his wrist to pull him along. He was confused as to why Alexander was so excited to bring him here.    As they walked in it had seemed like only a broken down old building, made of bricks and mortar that had begun to fall out of place. Wooden stairs with a rotted look that lead up to the front door, its red paint chipping off.  Alexander had released his wrist only momentarily to turn the doorknob and slam his left shoulder into the door. It was old and stuck, but it finally gave way and swung

I can't remember the exact time when Baelikarius came. But I know that he has never left. Ever present. Ever vigilant, just waiting for me to become weak again. He has always been waiting for another opportunity to take over, to gain control of my body for all the things he wished to do. Baelikarius is the main antagonist in my life, and has been for 11 years. Baelikarius, in arcanic terms, is a Tier two (a ⅔- one being most powerful) ancient. The age of a demon is extremely relevant to its strength and overall power, if someone's been around longer, they've seen some shit.). He was old, a well aged Arch demon. He came along offering

I don't know when exactly it started. I was probably around six years old. But all the time involving the beginning is a bit of a blurr. I realized I was psychic, but I didn't know what it was yet. I just knew I could do this. I thought everyone could do it. I'm nothing special or unique. So why would I be the only one to do this. I'd begun to tell people, adults, about what I was able to do. What I was encountering. The splendors and the horrors. But they would just laugh it off as a child playing make believe. That's when I realized, it's not everybody. I have something special. And I also realized that I had to keep quiet about it. This w

 I've never told about this before. Never been sure how to say it. Never wanted to deal with being called insane. If I had told, people would say I'm a liar.  It's not something I talk about much. It's also not as uncommon as you would think.  But most people who have experienced this do not get out alive.   But somehow I made it out.  And this is my story. The disciple's blade plunged through the virgin's still beating heart, while the master held the essence of an ether-potion to nullify her pain, So began the devilment with misdirected intentions of an age-forgotten art, their own mortality was a subject of fear for whi

Its a dark night Its a full moon And now is my free time For my imagination To run free Books are all around Showing fantasies Showing different things That I wish I could be Werewolves Wizards Vampires Galore of magical creatures All giving life to things I could have only dreamed of before Fur all over my body Transforming from human to wolf A wand in my hand Helping Harry stop Voldemort Elongated canine teeth Feeding on the blood of a human on dark streets All these things are really true Unfortunately they're only true in my imagination And that's where I'm happiest