บททั้งหมดของ Rise of The Darkforce: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

WARNING! The following set may contain mild use of adult language, violence, gore, and other graphic notation at some point. Reader discretion is therefore advised. ★  Battling the dark is not for the faint of heart!   ★★★     The sound of thunder suddenly rented the air from across the cosmic dimensional world of energy—the  Speedrealm—the world that exists beyond both time and space.   The sound grew louder by every second, making the walls of the Speedrealm tremble until a dark ghastly figure appeared from within the depths of the

B A R E L Y   A   W E E K  into Senior year, Natasha and Cassie were just walking into North Atlanta High and Natasha laughed at something her best friend had said. Something to do with her desk mate, Henry.   The school bus stopped at the entrance and this time, Daniel was first to alight, making sure that his shoelaces were tied correctly.   Big bully Ben was just catching up to him outside the bus, ready to grab him by his bag when the sound of a smooth running engine suddenly filled the vicinity.   The whole of North Atlanta High, including Nat and Cassie, had to stop and marvel at the motor bike that rolled into the school before stopping in front of the bus.   "Who is that?" gasped Cassie, mesmerized.   They watched the ride

“B E T T E R   S T A R T   P A Y I N G  up!” yelled Dr. Carter Hall to his counterpart, Dr.Katherine Patterson.   “Oh, it’s not over, yet!” Katie snapped back.   They were watching a large screen which displayed two beeping signals on what appeared to be a detailed 3-D scale  of Atlanta City. The signals were represented by colors where one was pink while the other one was green.   “You’re doing brilliant, Natasha. You can do it!” Katie said over the mic attached to a computer, sending her signal all the way to the teenage girl speedster who was at that moment hurtling through Atlanta.   It was a race between Natasha and Carol as another part of the training they had been doing for Natasha the past six months since she unlocked her powers.  

I N  O N E  O F  the city’s largest and most lavish of private residences, came the sound of a whistling tea kettle from the kitchen that had hot wisps of steam trailing into the air after which a fairly tall middle-aged woman appeared, wearing a white dress and an apron of the same color. Her dark hair was folded back into a perm and had tiny streaks of white aligned from both sides of her temples. It was the Sinclair Manor, ranked number three of the top ten biggest manors in Atlanta, thanks to its exquisite appearance as a modernized castle with its six tall peaking towers, all of which were coated white, surrounded with a large lawn almost three-quarters the size of a football field. Back in the kitchen, the woman had taken the kettle from the electric stove and went on to pour it into a tall cream china cup that had tiny multi-colored flower petals designed all around it. She clearly

A   B L A C K   D O D G E  SRT’s roaring engine gradually died down as the vehicle pulled up from the freeway and into the drive-in that led to a gate where a sentinel suddenly got up from his post and rushed to receive the car. “Where are you headed, ma'am?” asked the sentinel who was tall but not that tall, mostly average height. The driver’s tinted window slid down and Susan Claire’s face came into view. She arched one end of her lips to give a smiling expression while noticing that the sentinel had across his chest just below his left shoulder which revealed his name as 'Julio'. Mexican? Susan was not sure as the sentinel had zero accent, overlooking that he had just addressed her as 'ma’am'. Even her own grandmother despised that word in her eighties! Her soul re