Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry. He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew. "I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark. “Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark. “Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.” “There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl
Azreal was missing his wife dearly. He kissed her, feeling her body to heat up. He loved how he could cause her to come alive, under his attention. His lips molded her with hers. His hands glided around her, bringed her closer to him. Only for him to feel her body to heat up. As he explored her, he had managed to take her clothes off he went. Not paying attention that she had done the same with him. He picked her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her core over his rod, where he could nearly enter. He kept kissing her massaging her butt, feeling her relaxed. Juat before he made walked to their bed and placed her in the middle. He hoved over her, kissed her from her lips, neck and made his way down. Warshipping and taking his time with his wife. He felt her shiver and quiver under his kissing decorations on her body. “Beautiful,” he told her softly. His final kiss in the inside thigh, as he nudge her legs open. She opened her legs wide for him
“She was an angel like creature. Sent to earth to help others,” stated a woman. Who was speaking with another woman, in the basement of an Alaskan house in the woods. A twelve-year-old girl was sitting on the stairs. Overhearing her aunt and her mother talking. “This can’t be true,” gasped her mother’s voice. “I don’t believe you.” “As a Wiccan, June. I really can’t lie about this.” “But you’re still a witch.” The girl knew that her mother was trying to keep her voice down. She could still hear the undertone of yelling from her harsh words. “Ava is special, June.” “Don’t you think I don’t know that,” hissed June. “But she’s, my daughter.” “Stop hissing at my wife, June. I know that you’re step-sisters, but it doesn’t give you the right to yell at her,” stated a deep voice of her uncle. Ava Miller was brought to Alaska by her mother. She seemed to be running from everything that they knew or cared about. All due to the young girl’s fear that came from the
Age 20 Ava Miller found herself in her bedroom of her Washington home. Four miles outside of Deer Park. T’was the night of her twentieth birthday. Lying on her bed. “I wish I wasn’t in high school. I’m done being bullied.” “It’s not going to get much better,” a faraway voice answered. Causing Ava to jump out of her bed and look around. She knew her mother’s voice. The voice did not belong to her. It was more like an elder woman that she had never heard before. “Ava.” “Who's there?” She could not for the life of her. Find where the voice was coming from. She did not have any technology that would cause a voice to pop out of nowhere. ‘So where is this voice?’ An elderly sounding woman sighed, “Oh Ava. We haven’t talked since you were eight years old.” Making Ava’s brain to work overdrive. ‘Eight?’ Then she remembered a time. Back when she was living in the countryside. Just twelve miles south of Colville, Washington. “Grandmother Willow?” “Yes, child.” “
Dream Walker: it is when someone, who is able to walk through dreams, other worlds, or even other realms. One who dream walks is someone who seeks answers to problems. Also known as a vision quest. “Well, I’m not a young man trying to prove that I’m a warrior.” Spirit Walkers: a spiritual leader who mediators between the spirit world and man. “But I’m not a Shaman.” A voice called out from behind her. “You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.” Ava’s eyes popped open. ‘Am I really hearing this right?’ She looked towards the ghost and asked, “I’m a shapeshifter?” Willow’s l
Ava found herself in her high school’s breakfast room. Where she was meeting up with a few people that she enjoys talking to in the morning. When she sat down in one of the cold hard chairs. She felt the weight of the world coming down on her. “Ava, did you get any sleep last night,” asked one of the girls in the group. “You don’t look so well.” A huff escaped Ava’s lips, “I’m alright. I just had a strange dream.” She knew not to tell anyone about her gift; not many people would understand. ‘Most people were right about me. I am a freak.’ “Oh, come on, Ava. You can tell me.” “No Mavis,” Ava shook her head. Trying to get her point across to the other girl. “It’ll be alright.” A sigh left her closed lips, making it more of a muffled sound. “It's not the first time I was faced with it.”“When did it started?” Ava almost wanted to yell at her young friend. Hoping that it would prevent her from knowing what she was. Just before she was about to do so. Ava saw a spirit
Ava was in her room, reading up on her laptop of loads of information on Spirit Walkers. There was nothing new from what she had learned from the night before. She was growing frustrated with the lack of knowledge that she felt that she should know. It was not the only thing that was bothering her, but also her friend, Dustin. She felt lost when it came to him. She pushed herself out of her desk, “I think, I should take a walk.” “No, you should stay here.” Ava turned to where she heard the voice. “Sorry Grandmother Willow, but I need fresh air to think.” Without hearing anything else from the spirit, she went downstairs and out the back door. Ava had enough of the indoors to last for a few moments. She had a need to get away from the house, but she did not understand the meaning behind it. Ava Miller did not realize that the world around her was getting dark. She was not seeing what she should be seeing. Nor she was hearing what she should have been hearing. SNAP!
“ ... Thank God... for unanswered prayers ..." Ava Miller awoke, glaring at her radio alarm clock. As she sat up, she grabbed her head. Hissing as she laid back down. “What did Azrael give me?” “Whatever it was,” stated a sharp sounding voice. “I don’t think it was enough.” Ava opened her eyes to look at the spirit in her room; sighing, “What did I do that got you to be like this?” Grandmother Willow glared, “Oh I don’t know? Leaving the house knowing that there are creatures of the night that could kill you.” Her eyes scanned towards the bite that was visible on Ava’s neck. “On other thoughts, you’re lucky to be alive.” The young woman on the bed glanced towards the clock and groaned. “Great, Dustin will be here in ten minutes, and I’m not even dressed yet.” “You should call in sick today. You don’t have the energy to go through your learning.” “I know that you have a good point,” stated Ava with worry in her voice. She crawled out of bed and turned her radio off.