Fighting In Shadows

Fighting In Shadows

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Darker - A creature that can control Darkness and shadows. They can drain the light from a lightbulb, and depending on their bloodline, they can even take the light away from somebody's soul, and replace it with the darkness that they willingly hold inside them. Sketchers - Hybrids with a mix of demon, angel and human in their blood. They were trained to kill Darkers ever since they were three years old. They have a bad attitude, and are deadly with holding just a knife. They feel no regret after killing a Darker. All they want is for the Darker race to be extinct. ~ Sorry, not good at making blurb things, but I'm pretty sure you will enjoy this novel ^-^
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[completed!] Under editing! Man kind, invincible and scared of nothing. We were the superior race, and we revelled in it. We all thought we were the ones at the top of the food chain, completely untouchable. However it was like I said, we 'thought' we were. In the darkness lurks a creature like no other, that prays upon us. Hunting us! Waiting for just the right moment to strike, to knock us off of our high pedestal and back onto the ground. I know this because I have seen this beast. Been face to face with it, battled toe to toe with this creature, fighting for what was left of my life, and I was losing! - - - - - - - - "Watch out!" I scream in alert, as a hard thudding sound pierced our ears as something slammed into our side of the car, sending a sensation of dizziness as the car spun of of control. The screeching tires dragged along the floor, with the faint stench of the irony liquid dripping from my head as it all grew still...

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