Enderman Writing Novels & Stories

“You have balls.” “Which was where the venom was deposited in me, by the way,” Edwin said in an effort to lighten the mood. “Ouch!” Claus and Tobias said together. “I killed her with a flaming arrow,” Edwin said with obvious hostility. “Karma’s a bitch.” “Yes, it is. Yes, it is,” Claus said as he tapped his fingers onto the arm of his chair. “We aren’t like Malcolm’s vampires. We do our best to live peacefully amongst the humans.”

I was no longer recognizable, yet I still managed a faint smile at the camera. “Today,” I said, “I buried eighteen skeletons. Exile Island was never some romantic place. It’s a graveyard for boys.” Then, the scene shifted to me sitting beside piles of stark white bones. I wasn’t the only one brought here. There were far too many. At that point, I paused, then raised my hand and waved at the camera. “Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.”

Ethan asked as he took my plate and his to the trash. “No, I want to get some sun.” Damon grabbed some chairs for us to lay down on. “So, tell me about you guys. What do you like to do for fun?” I asked the group. “Oh, basic things.” Courtney shrugged. “Don’t let her lie to you. She is a writer at heart.” Wade nudged her. “What do you write?” I asked, looking up at the sun. Ethan had sat down beside me but didn’t touch me. “Mostly fantasy books… like romance and stuff.”

Eldon scream so loud, he was weeping within himself, he couldn't even breath again, his sight was blurry, he was going to die, his heart will be torn off from whatsoever that is holding it to firm within him. "Eissh"… The crowd scream in disgust, there was splash of blood of everywhere, Eldon crawled to her remains and mumbled “EMI, EMI, Emilia, Emilia, please get up, get up, he reached to a point that he couldn't speak again, his eyes was unable to shed tears again.” The executor comes to clear and pack the remains of Emilia inside a waste bin, but Eldon hit their hands off. He was pushed off, nevertheless he never gives up, his daughter remains will not be fed to the dogs.

please just incase, let me keep you updated. Oh.and, this particular book would end in a rather disturbing way so don't sweat it. Am planning to give HDL a perfect ending in DANCING IN FLAMES. Ok guys... my book Slayer of the demon race have recently been transfereed to W******L so you can check it out my penname: Guilty4 you might want to check out my other books there. I am hoping on W******L to contract me as soon as.possible.

Seconds Later [Rina P.O.V] Austin's boots clicked a steady, arrogant rhythm against the stone floor until the sound died in the darkness of the dormitory wing. Emberlyn stood frozen. Small frame trembling as she clutched her stack of leather-bound grimoires to her chest. "I can't do this." Emberlyn whispered. Eyes wide with mounting panic. "I'm a researcher, Lumira. I spend my life in the basement archives. I don't go to balls, and I certainly don't go with guys who treat me like a tactical shield."

Partly, yes. Why? Ember once witnessed a strange incident during her high school years. Manuel, her younger brother, was grounded because Ember snuck out of her room and ran away because their Dad just died. Ember was planning to go to the police department of where her Dad works and trek the destination but she felt exhausted and got lost in an abandoned barn. The police department is the same police department she is in right now.

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

“For a Skin Writer to reach full potential, their demon guardians must make the ultimate sacrifice…” His brown gaze lifted to her, and he shrugged, leaning back and resuming his texting. Serenity turned the book around again and flipped a couple of pages, trying to see if there was a corresponding image. There wasn’t and she went back to the passage. “Sounds sinister.” “Pft… it was probably written by some old cranky demon who had a family member lost to a Skin Writer.” Serenity looked up. “Lost to? What do you mean lost to?”

It's currently being updated and I know fans of Alpha Desmond will also enjoy that story. It's a stand alone werewolf book, that will actually be in two parts. However, it won't be separated into different stories but all one. I chose to mark it as a more mature story since the themes and the things that happen within the story will be strong emotionally. I really hope you guys will check it out. I think it is one of my bigger undertakings, just like Alpha Desmond and has been a labor of love that I've been working through for a while.