Le Book Of Random

New Story

I know, I know, I start new stories too much. My drafts are pretty full. Anyway, The Soul Snatcher is kind of hard to write, coz I have to write it as diary entries, and I need to fix it up more. Also, I want an original book that is written well.

This idea came from the lovely Demelza-, who has allowed me to use a character she mentioned in the role play we created in this world. Any questions or suggestions you have, please comment them.

Title: (working on it, halp plz)
Summary: In a world where majik in its primitive, untamed form has flourished for years, it isn't rare to find a witch stealing an apple.

Why steal the apple, you ask?

Because magic is treason. Against the law. Forbidden.

In a world where the previous King was 'murdered' by majikals, no one is safe. Especially those known by traitors.

The traitor we speak of, is one who was close to quite a few powerful majikals.

Quite a few? He had his connections.

In a world where you're known by a traitor, nowhere is safe.

*Follow Michael, Avery, and Ryan, as they learn their kingdom's true pas. With majik, blood, and gore, what can you do when you're the enemy?*

Excerpt:

CHAPTER I - A Traitor Never Remember Those He Loved

"Please, please! No, you're not allowed!"

"Not allowed? Poor dear, I'm allowed to do anything." The young man raised his hand, chuckling as he sent a cloud of blue mist at the woman strapped to a wooden bench. The woman, bruised, and bloodstained, screamed at the sight of the almost clear mist floating lazily towards her.

She struggled, screaming obscenities and pleas for freedom at the man slowly sending the cloud towards her.

"No, no, dear," he chuckled, his voice deep with sadistic pleasure. "You must tell me things, before I'd even think of letting scum like you go." His voice rose to a hateful hiss, as he spat the words towards her.

"Tell you things? W-what things?" she asked, in a rush.
"About the world, the Magikal world," the young man replied, sighing. These street thieves were so slow to catch on. The woman's lip quivered, as she scanned her scattered mind.

"I-I-I... I know who you are!"

Those stuttered words were filled with a power, a power of history and pain.

"What?" the man growled, dropping his hand. The woman chained to the wood began spewing words, still fearful as the mist steadied.

"Y-Y-you're Michael. Michael James the Traitor. Your mother told me stories about you, after you left!" The man, who was now known as Michael, let the mist dissipate as he stared, almost shocked, at the woman. Quickly, he recomposed his face into one of feigned happiness.

"Deborah Allen, how nice to see you. I see you're still tattling to every form of authority!" The woman cringed, her only bargaining card poorly spent.

That's all I've got so far. Lemme know what you think. I really love this idea, and I wanna flesh it out a bit more. But please, please, PLEASE comment with title ideas and feedback.

Again, the character Michael belongs to Demelza-, and is entirely her's.