Avenged Sevenfold Black Reign Novels & Stories

I needed to feed them with the urgency of the battle ahead. They gathered at dusk. They were restless, scarred, with their eyes sharpened with hunger and pain. The vampires had their cloaks over their faces, their heads buried as though in secrecy. Yet they were attentive. "SilverFang is rotting from the inside," I spoke in a calm voice. I fought hard not to sound desperate, but calculative, and precise.

He doesn’t need to say anything, I read on his eyes that he’s speaking the lyrics to me, that thanks to me, he finally knows there is a good part in him, that I found the light he couldn’t find Lovers in the night Poets trying to write We don’t know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You’re where I wanna go The part of me that’s you will never die My voice suddenly sounds louder when I sing this part to him. He’s busy driving, but I can see the smile form on his lips. The song represents us a lot. Us, two idiots who committed a crime without thinking. Us, two people who are struggling, but raising our heads. Us, two lovers who found comfort in each other. No matter how bad

We both ran through the hallways, our feet drumming noisily on the stone floor. "What's going on?" I yelled over the din, "Why is everybody running?" Streams of servants were joining us, dashing as quickly as they could, carrying all kinds of objects. Clothes, food, water, bedding... "It's the rebels," Mahra told me in a frightened voice, "They're here." Just as she spoke, men dressed head to toe in black appeared at the end of the hallway we were running down. They were armed with knives, spears and bows.