They came. And they took everything from us. They took our homes, our loved ones, our freedom ...our lives. Nothing is the same anymore. And now, they want us to "Peacefully co-exist and even learn from one another" That is never going to happen- I thought until I met him, and everything changed once again. _________...
Blood. Blood everywhere. It was all I could see as bodies laid everywhere. The stench of rotten flesh and blood filtered through my nose, making me cringe. It wasn't just werewolves, but many other beings. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that this was all because of me. Because of who I am. Why did it h...
Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To...