Prologue
I could hear other kids mutter in the hallways, others snickering. "Bitch WItch!" they had said to her yesterday, and today I suspected they were going to get even more creative.
I could feel eyes as hard as nails, being pierced into her skin, with pure hatred.
They all despised her.
As I made my way into the hallways with the lockers, I froze in my tracks.
She was there in front of me, glowing with a hazy time of black light, black wings emerging from her shoulder-blades.
In her pale hands she held two blades, curved at the ends, creating a shape much like the letter "J".
Her eyes were dark black, like voids, attempting to suck me in, and then devour me, and dump me into oblivion.
Her dark black, glossy hair was smoothed done in wavy curls, and she stared at me with a straight, demonic face.
She showed no expression, no weakness. No fear.
So it was true.
She was an Angel of Death.
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The Girl That Left
ParanormalThis boy doesn't know what he's getting himself into. What he's being involved in. He's getting tangled up in death. And this girl, is an angel of death. An intricately told paranormal story intertwined with romance and cunning comebacks, this is th...
