Follow Your Nitmairs
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The human race needs to be preserved and protected. This is a Dreem's role, to protect a human and bring them happiness in their sleep. A nitmair's job is to bring Light to a human's worries and to set them on the right path in life with their teachings. Everything was of perfect balance, until human grew more fonder with Dreems than Nitemairs. Now Nitemairs are starving without any human fear to feed on, and are forced to cause humans more fear for them to live. Dreems are killing off Nitemairs to stop them from feeding off of THEIR humans. Humans have grown evil without a Nitemair's teachings and with a Dreem's corrupted guidance.
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The Demons Inside (Short Story)
My father was a demon. My mother was a human. I am a Half-Demon. We appear as humans, but we are stronger, faster, and more powerful than any of mortal descent. We live forever. We are responsible for every murder, every crime, and every tear on earth. It’s what we do. And the Full-Demons’ are worse. But something is happening to me. When she is near, my demon side disappears, and afterwards, it’s taking longer and longer for it to come back. Hendrix is worried. He said that if something isn’t done, I will lose my demon blood completely. This has never happened. Never in the history of all Demonic Origins. Never has one of Demonic descent fallen in love with one of the mortals. We are not meant to be capable of love. But it seems I am. And now he’s given me a mission. A mission that I can’t refuse: I have to kill her…. Or he’ll kill her… and then he’ll kill me…הושלם![Holding on and Letting go [Complete]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/206158541-256-k510411.jpg)
Holding on and Letting go [Complete]
[BLURB] "Well, now I'm back and I'm gonna drag you to court, you piece of shite," she said before passing a humorless chortle. "Do that and you're doomed." He sniggered, his manevolent gaze hurling obscenities towards her. "Oh yeah? How?" She rose a perfect eyebrow, animosity etched on each lineament. "Let's just say, I have something of yours that'll destroy you." The telltale monstrosity perceptible in his evil kingdom of eyes set a havoc inside her adrenaline rushing body but she held her grounds strong. "And what's that?" And there he showed her something that choked the life out of her frail body as she lost her balance in dizziness. ****** Love is elusive but sometimes it knocks right at your door but you're too arrogant to pay it any heed or maybe too scared to acknowledge it. Either way, destiny always knows how to play its part well. You can ignore it but can never run away from it. It never lets you evade itself and follows you everywhere, like a shadow. Crooning and spreading its arms right open at you, enveloping you from every nook, cajoling you, brandishing your tattered soul, and enticing you to the point where you have to surrender and accept it. Where you have to hold on to it and let everything else go. Because sometimes all a ragged soul and a chasm heart need is a pint of love. The tale of two youngsters who kept finding their way towards each other no matter how hard they tried to ignore it. Life would always collide their paths. Always making up their minds to never see each other again to always bumping on each other, destiny already had something else in store for them. So what was it? A journey of loathing to love. A journey of holding on and letting go.הושלם
Healers blood
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The experiment.
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The Outcast
"Will you just shut up" !!!!! I shouted loudly turning towards her ,she was literally getting on my nerves now "Don't you dare shout at me...You brought me into this mess", She shouted equally loudly at me The pitch of her voice was shattering my eardrums and I was on the verge of literally killing her now.She was so tiny yet hell annoying The bulb to the patience area in my mind suddenly got switched off and I abruptly pushed her into the alley wall bringing our faces real close to both our comfort levels "Listen to me you little brat and listen good...My fuckin patience is hanging on a thin thread so if you want your annoying little self to stay alive and might I add in one piece I suggest you shut your filthy shithole" I whispered in her ear lowly making her shiver knowing already that no doubt the shiver came purely from the fear she felt from me and not anything sexual..Good....She should fear me I wasn't the one to be trusted I wasn't the one to be loved I am not a person you should take lightly I am the one you don't want to mess with I am the one you don't want to piss off if you don't want your existence to be utterly painful I am Dominick Slade And I am The Outcast......הושלם
Eclipsed by Fire
You don't even realize it, do you? The power you have over me. I could ruin you, Zara... but I think you'd beg me to." His words send a shiver down my spine, his grip on the back of my neck grounding me and electrifying me all at once. Ruin me? The thought should terrify me. It should make me want to run, to escape. But all I can think about is how much I want to dive headfirst into that fire. Zara's past is a haunting secret, a trauma she hides from everyone, even herself. She's learned to trust no one-until Draven appears. Banished to the human world as punishment, Draven is a supernatural being cursed to live in the shadows, unseen by all. As their worlds collide, Draven's punishment becomes more than just a curse-it's a test of whether their bond can survive the truth of their pasts and the growing power between them.
Static
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16הושלם
In the Absence of Light
I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.הושלם
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The Lantern Bearers: Capital Journey
The fall.... The day when the god eye fell.... 60% of the human population was wiped out 50% of the vegetation destroyed 70% of wildlife, gone Even without it's influence, people and creatures will steal, kill, and destroy like the devil himself. We often give him too much credit.... We have choice... We make decisions..... We carry out our own actions..... Our group must make it to the capital, some way some how, for a newborn child's life hangs in the balance.... This is a cruel world the god eye made..... But this is also a cruel world we make ourselves, instead of rebuilding it.... The seven deadly sins are at play constantly.... The tools of our downfall and degeneracy..... But..... What if the lights in the dark... Meant potential sparks of hope?
My father was a demon. My mother was a human. I am a Half-Demon. We appear as humans, but we are stronger, faster, and more powerful than any of mortal descent. We live forever. We are responsible for every murder, every crime, and every tear on earth. It’s what we do. And the Full-Demons’ are worse. But something is happening to me. When she is near, my demon side disappears, and afterwards, it’s taking longer and longer for it to come back. Hendrix is worried. He said that if something isn’t done, I will lose my demon blood completely. This has never happened. Never in the history of all Demonic Origins. Never has one of Demonic descent fallen in love with one of the mortals. We are not meant to be capable of love. But it seems I am. And now he’s given me a mission. A mission that I can’t refuse: I have to kill her…. Or he’ll kill her… and then he’ll kill me…
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