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He lost his mum when he was only two. I would be meeting Lucien Blackwood for the first time today, and I’m quite nervous. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Blackwood is nothing like Micah, he is ruthless and unyielding. The elevator doors opened, Micah stepped out with a tall figure and my blood suddenly went cold. No! It couldn’t be! The man looked up and our eyes met. The same face, the same dark eyes, the same silver streak at his

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

he said to me. “I know, I remember that day,” I said to him. “Of course you do, touched by the gods and all,” he said, spreading his arms dramatically. “Is that a hint of more jealousy I detect?” I asked him. “Absolutely not! I am a god myself!” he said and I smiled again. “The god of what exactly?” I asked him. “Well, I am Death, I can take lives as I want,” he said to me dramatically. “Wrong again, the mistake you made was to think I’m exactly like Kiran and Kai, but I’m not. You’re not a god, you’re Hel’s underling, you follow her orders, so I guess that makes you her little bitch,” I said to him.

" Two more youths entered just then, reciting some strange poetry. However, as if their words were somehow magical, the hall was abruptly silent, and the countless youths, including Tia, Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley, were staring at them. And yet they continued gliding forward, one of them holding a book while the other a huge paintbrush. "The one with the brush is Yaren Gosling. People call him the death painter, since it's alleged that his paintings kill…" Tia whispered to Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley as she gave them the details. "And the one with the book is Chuck of the Leafil clan, also known as the Death Scholar! Both of them are close friends, and powerful Haki cultivators at that!"

Her eyes never left my own as she recounted the tale of the death of the love of her life. "Who was this sorcerer?" I asked her, needing to know the man responsible for the death of my father and the cause of my miserable childhood. "His name is Draven." Xx If you haven't already please follow me on i n s t a @rae.knight.author and join my reading group on Face book (The Knightly Page Turners) Thank you guys for all the comments and support. You are all truly amazing! I will be doing 2 chapters on the weekends and one on weekdays until I can find more time to write. The school is back and I have to make sure my classes are ready. xX

Lazily strolling to the chair he placed his foot on the chair and put his hand on his knee as he took out the lighter and leaned his head forward litting the cigarette. Taking a sharp intake he blew out the smoke as he looked at his prey through his smoke. "You think you can double cross Arcy's"? " Arcy's. Who the fuck are you? Infants don't get to talk little boy. Do you know how many years we ruled the underworld? "Oh really? It must be a hard blast on your ego to get killed by an infant".

She can be an actress or a model judging by her looks. I wonder about this woman, and also the name Fate Weaver, and just about a hundred other questions. But the thought of speaking to this sovereign of darkness, the reaper of souls, is enough to zip the mouth of even the most loquacious person. “Try not to fall on your face, you maggoty meat,” Death hisses with pure vehemence. “I hate your kind that stammer even inside your heads.”

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

He bid his goodbye and walked to his car which was parked a little distant. At the office of the special team of detectives- There were only two people present in the room. Mr. Gray and Kate. Kate was busy typing away her keyboard and intensely staring at the monitor. Her Harry potter glass that lied on the bridge of her nose reflected the different colors of lights that were coming out of the screen. The headphone around her neck, the messy hair bun pinned by a pencil, the speedy typing skills, and her constant chewing noise from chewing gum gave out an aura like a professional gamer rather than a detective.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.