The hunters are coming. We are not safe here or anywhere else. Time is running out. They're getting closer as I speak. They wants us. They hunt us but why, that's the big question... I need people to know the truth, maybe someone, anyone can help if they knew the truth! I shall tell my story as best I as can, I'll try. But if I don't make it to the end... Help us, save the hunted before it's too late. Cover credits @Shadows_In_Darkness

If you want to request a graphic - feel free to comment or direct message me! (: ________________ It began as a spark. An urge to create - to design. To unleash my imagination and watch as it ran rampant. To see it blossom, to gaze upon its light as it grew in strength and power. To examine its creations - its undeniable passion to make something remarkable. To feel the emotion within its colours - to grant life to photographs - make them into living beings and stitch them together, turning them into vivid memories. To see its growth, and watch in awe. To see it spiral out of control. To fail, or to succeed. To nurture it or to force it into a direction that it despises and refuses to follow. It began as a spark. An urge to create - to design. And now that spark - is a flame. ________________

They were slaughtered. Dragged down to the depths of the ocean, one by one, by the mysterious monsters of the deep blue. There was only one survivor. A golden haired child with sun-kissed skin. The boy who was left. The boy who could breathe underwater. The boy born of ocean's waves. The boy the ocean wants back.

Every story has its beginning, and this one's starts before time. Nel and Joe were created in the First Wave - the first few thousands of Angels made to protect Earth from anything that could harm Her. Of course, Nel and Joe didn't know this. They were created as children - small and fragile, in need of guidance and nurturing. They were handed to the eldest of the Angels - who were crafted from light before the birth of Earth in a form that would later be defined as 'Human'. They were sent down to Earth by a group of Angels called 'The Council'. They were to protect all life from Darkness. This is the point where time starts to tick. And with that said - our story begins to unravel. *** AMAZING COVER BY: @-ambedo- , GO CHECK HER STUFF OUT!!!! HIGHEST RANKING: #520 IN PARANORMAL SECOND HIGHEST: #608 IN PARANORMAL

At the end of the road, a small, dirty blonde haired girl sat down on the tar. Her curls sat messily at the bottom of her back, and her once-life-filled blue eyes were now a dull, lifeless grey. The pink dress she wore that her step-mother brought three years ago was ripped and torn beyond repair, and no matter how much she was nagged to throw it away - she would answer with the same reply, as though she'd memorised the line off by heart. "I wore this dress the last time I saw him." As soon as her line was said, the room would hush into utter silence. All partying would stop, and every laugh would be struck down. The room would have a slightly guilty feeling, but of course - everyone ignored it, for it didn't actually matter. He was dead, and once someone's gone, they're gone...

There's an uprising coming. One that could overthrow a multi-century ruling empire. If they're smart enough. There's a forbidden romance blooming. One that could defy laws obeyed for decades. If it lasts There's a creature that's rising. Its strength is a threat to all those in power. It could end all future wars. If it wanted to. There's a war coming. One that could throw humanity into extinction. Or raise them up into control. *** Highest Ranking: #412 in vampire Second Highest Ranking: #612 in vampire