The Blood We Must Spill.. (BWMS)

The Blood We Must Spill.. (BWMS)

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Warnings: Fiction blood/gore and other Violent themes Comic style Hints of Sexual themes Demons Ghosts & Paranormal Rituals Angels Murder Talking animals Prehistoric Animals mixed with Present-day Animals + Hybrids Swearing ---------------------- Empress is... An odd one. She's always been able to sense the paranormal.. but surprisingly clearer than any other animals. But that means she gets called crazy a lot. So when she stumbles across an abandoned shack with a creepy aura around it, Emmie become excited to prove her ability. Only to be disappointed when its just an old leather collar. So what does she do? She wears it. Almost immediately, she meets Bruce the demon, who claims he 'did bad things in the past, and wants to start over'. He explains he wants to return to the land of the living to do this. Our Black-Mouthed Cur friend decides to help him. I mean, what could go wrong?
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Cover by: @wild_and_deadly Character banners by: @Alphagurl24 Incomplete. "Dressed in bronze chainmail armour like a snake's skin, a heavy silver, poison dipped arrow in his hand, a bow on the other, and face blocked off by his helmet, the knight stood his ground on top of the mountain's cliff as the dragon swooped down at him. On and on they went, shooting arrows and fire at each other, until the man was down to his last arrow. The evil, obsidian beast and its radiant blue flames had taken everything from him. And now he would do the same. But as he placed his last arrow on his bow, the dragon came down at him with his sharp, charcoal black talons and slashed at the knight. The beast tore through his armour and body, pushing him back with the powerful beating if his wings. As the young knight tumbled downhill, a strange beauty came running into the clearing at the bottom of the beast's layer. His helmet slipped off his head and revealed a bloody, bruised face. A familiar face. And it was only then, I realized the knight was me, and woke up with gasp." --- Find out what happens in Alex Beck's story, The Blood of the Beast. Incomplete. --- Start: 20/06/16 Finish: 29/04/17 Incomplete. --- Editing and writing.

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