Story cover for REBORN by Tsukichan14
REBORN
Tsukichan14
  • WpView
    reads 5
  • WpVote
    Stemmen 0
  • WpPart
    Delen 1
  • WpHistory
    Tijd <5 mins
  • WpView
    reads 5
  • WpVote
    Stemmen 0
  • WpPart
    Delen 1
  • WpHistory
    Tijd <5 mins
Tsukichan14
Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd feb. 05, 2017
actionadventureassassinfantasyhumannationprimeteamvampire
I've lost every single thing precious to me on that day. My family, my friends, my hometown, my dignity. That day, our nation was tormented and used for fun and games, humiliated beneath those wretched vampires, and murdered so brutally that nothing in my mind could take that image away from me. I became the last human standing and nothing but my rage blinded me and tainted my hands with the blood of their Queen and King. Then I was found by the Prime nation, a nation dedicated to saving the human face from all the other nations that were trying to kill us off. 

And from that day forward, I lived to take my revenge on these inhumane nations. And I, Melody Manson, was reborn into Scarlett, an assassin.
Alle rechten voorbehouden
actionadventureassassinfantasyhumannationprimeteamvampire
Inhoudsopgave

1 deel

Meld je aan om REBORN aan je bibliotheek toe te voegen en updates te ontvangen
of
#797team
Inhoudsrichtlijnen
Je bent misschien ook geïnteresseerd in
In Shadows of Night door dstry0515
28 delen Compleet Voor volwassenen
I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.
Red door Freya_Evans
37 delen Compleet Voor volwassenen
I twist the end of the red strings that tie around my neck. My red hood flying behind me, as if wings. I hear a loud creak and turn around quickly. The red eyes glow amongst the darkness. The air reeked of the smell of sulfur. I point my crossbow into the darkness. "Show yourself" I shout out calmly. "Oh, little miss Red, you are looking for Jenivive, aren't you? Well it's just me, her loyal servant" The voice echoes through the abandoned factory. Damn it! "Bastian, show yourself!" I yell, and hear the sound of someone running. I turn around to see Bastian in my face, no breathe flowed from his mouth. I immediately shoot, sending holy water into its core, and into its blood stream. It falls over and begins spazing out. "Go back to hell!" I yell and stab it with my blade. My red hood flew backwards, causing my black hair to be shown. My black boots stretched to my knees. My crystal blue eyes shown bright. My red lips perfectly placed. Many people said I was the definition of beauty.
The Dmitri's [ Bound By Blood] : Book I door dollarplug
83 delen Lopende
A wealthy English family with an impressive lineage , existent in the 1600s , had their six sons in great devastation when both their parents were mysteriously reported missing , leaving them astray. Struggling with a horribly mysterious disease, the eldest of all the brothers decided the only way to save his life and the life of his brothers was to make a grave decision. A deal with the witches of England, the Saharan coven . At the cost of their youngest and infant brother, the witches agreed they'd heal them. Not only that , they would give them immense strength, speed , human senses, and even control over mankind. It was a promising deal , one with a huge price to pay. Yet , left without not much of a choice, the deal was made , and their infant brother was exchanged for a sacrifice in order to save their lives. Fortunately, the Dmitri's survived. unfortunately , the witches left out a huge part of the deal. "With the power of death....I grant you eternal life," they said. They never mentioned we would end up taking the life of humans to survive.....they never mentioned they would turn us into treacherous beasts, and they definitely didn't mention we were signing up to become vampires. Life was hard enough for the brothers who were turned, and life was even harder when their sacrificed brother returns from the dead in an attempt to find his long-lost family four hundred years later. Watch the brothers conquer fear , love, and hidden mysteries together. There's no power strong enough to stop them when they're together. *****************************************
Amelia Morningstar (Amy/Lia/Emily) door PaigeKitching
17 delen Compleet
Your Name Is Amelia Morningstar And In Diffrent Universes You Have Diffrent Families So Lucifer Let You Use His Last Name As A Fail Safe, You Were Forced To Grow Up With Experiment And Very Painful Rituals So You Could Be Trained Harder So You Hardly Very Saw Your Friends Or Families And You Gained From The Experiments And You Made Your Species With Your Goddess Of Species Power And You Gained The Title Queen Of The Supernatural And Mistress Of Death, You Were Abandoned By Your Birth Parents Because Of Your Eyes And You Later Find Not One But Two New Families That Treat You Better Then Your Birth One Did
Reflection door taylorshannon_
29 delen Compleet
"Humanity wasn't defined by what you could and couldn't do; it was defined by your emotions, and by your choices. So I considered myself human, in the ways that matter." Strange things are happening to 17-year-old Scarlett Owens. It started late at night on the streets of New Orleans, when a crazy-looking old man with crimson eyes and matted hair bit her and shoved his blood down her throat. Ever since then she's been... different. She acquired a deep hatred for garlic, which she used to love, she could hear things from almost two miles away, her green eyes started to turn a strange silver, her skin was a shade paler than it should be, and her throat felt uncomfortably cold, but nothing would warm it. She felt that she needed something, desperately. She just didn't know what. But, most horrifying of all, she didn't have a reflection. No matter what mirror she looked into, nothing looked back at her. At first she thought she was going crazy, until one day when she awoke to a gorgeous stranger casually sitting on her couch, saying his name was Adam Grayson, and that he could help her. Now Scarlett is introduced to a dark new world. A shadow world, hidden in a place she'd never expect-through a mirror.
The Mystery Guy Next Door door bookaddict567
13 delen Compleet
The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Tried For Error door CBNellnebach
42 delen Compleet
"Previously known as... Scarletstroke: Girl assassin" * No hesitation * No killing of children * No killing of innocent people * No emotions * And defenitely, NO falling in love ~ Those are the main rules code named Scarletstroke, former assassin Scarlett Gonzales lives by. She is a highly-trained, highly-precise and highly-dangerous killer who considers herself the same as any other businesswoman, doing 'just her job' and convincing herself that she is dealing with 'just her target' rather than a person. She succeeds in contract killing better than any known assassin that ever existed and successfully ignores all feelings or emotions, knowing that they tend to make the "job" not go as planned. So when a new contract comes in and the mark is a certain gang leader that caught Scarlett's eye, she couldn't resist venturing deeper into a world filled with illegal activities on a personal mission to find out why he has a price on his head. Although, what she finds in that world isn't quite what she expected. Now, torn between duty and passion, Scarlett must decide if she pulls the trigger or if she becomes the target herself? Who knows, maybe he might be the answer to her deepest desires. Because her next target: Cayden Carlisle. +++ The culprit took in a deep, calming breath. "You may as well shoot me now, but just know that I am still going to kiss you." By the time he grabbed her waist with one hand and her wrist, connecting to the hand holding the gun, with the other... she was lost. Completely gone. She never stood a chance. His smell, his mouth, his soft growling noises. They were more than enough to disarm her. "I finally figured something out about you." He whispered, pulling her closer, trying to meld every part of her to him. "You display all your emotions through body language. In this case, your hand is betraying your mask." Every word of his was chosen for maximum impact. No wasted syllables, no extra breaths. Just facts.
The experiment. door shrosz
18 delen Compleet Voor volwassenen
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
Drake's Kitten (completed) door Yellow1017
32 delen Compleet
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.
Je bent misschien ook geïnteresseerd in
Slide 1 of 9
In Shadows of Night cover
Red cover
The Dmitri's [ Bound By Blood] : Book I cover
Amelia Morningstar (Amy/Lia/Emily) cover
Reflection cover
The Mystery Guy Next Door cover
Tried For Error cover
The experiment. cover
Drake's Kitten (completed) cover

In Shadows of Night

28 delen Compleet Voor volwassenen

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

Meer details