Janemoore Stories

Her hand opened up towards the person, the palm glowed a profound cyan color, and her eyes burned with determination. All around the two was the mundane abyss around them. The crackling and hissing of the air as both of the two ability users looked at the person they saw as a monster. As the ground shook, lava and heat spewed from the cracks, mist-like animals arose from the mud, trees, even from the mountain itself. The clouds clapped loudly with the blind light striking their eyes. Wildlife scattered away quickly from the impending danger. Suddenly, the world around them fell silent. A mix of scarlet and cyan decorated the field under the moon's light. DISCONTINUED

Jane stood limply as the dust cleared. Small electric fragments sparked from her. Blue glowing cinders gathered as a beast from the dark formed over her. Her eyes illuminated brightly like the moon. A creature made from hell itself, bursted through its icy white walls. A scythe in hand, it walked away from the blood-rich life it was trained to desire. It had a human like appearance, walking on two legs, but having a pair of obsidian black horns. Slow breaths in and out increased its aura of death itself. Licking the blood of Phantom from its skin and grew a stone cold expression. It lacked emotion, it lacked family, it lacked the concept of being weak. "Now that I am free little sheep, let's play." It chuckle made a pit form in Jane. "Just like you did to me. I will make sure no one remembers you." Jane had beehn trained by what many would know as Phantom. Noorious for their violent ways and endless pockets, they began trying to create weapons for ensuring their control over the world. Children of Phantom would be trained all their lives to endure and kill for them. After countless failures, they finally had their gateway, a small girl. Words per chapter > 1,000