Becca

Name: Reyna (Ray-na) Jackson
Alias: Hyde
Occupation: Translator; vigilante; student
Powers: Levitation, magnetic fields, explosive energy, “wings” that can repel radiation
Weaknesses: If she expels too much power, she will pass out. She is not invulnerable to weapons that aren't magnetic. She can only levitate herself and only for short periods of time.
History: Reyna's mother is a poacher, her dad is a scientist. She grew up in New York. Reyna was teased because of her mother's work and her dad's money. Reyna had a lonely childhood. And a hard one. Her father was mentally insane. Since her...

Of course, this is about Shane. So anything in 1st P.O.V. Is Shane, unless I say so differently.

I have some really bad secrets to share with someone, so it might as well be you-a stranger, a dear reader. But why am I telling you this? Because you cannot hurt me. So here goes nothing, or maybe everything? I can't really tell a difference anymore. 

     The night of my parents death was cold, snowy and a long one. I can remember hearing my older brother, Peter, screaming, as our parents were taken down in black slick body bags. 
"Our parents were vile! But they didn't deserve to be taken...

Name: Amara Thompson 

Age: 6

Appearance: long straight black hair with grey eyes and fair tan skin.

Powers/Skills: she has the ability to feel others pain and hurt feelings, usually stronger with the ones she loves. ( will not have powers when born)

Relations: biological parents are Bentley and Aryess, niece to Rene, granddaughter to Declan. Second cousin to Jet.

Personality: very bubbly and cute to be around, she's a sweetheart and usually always giggles or smiles unlike Bentley.

Civvies: a black or grey skirt with leggings and a long sleeved top with little brown boots.

Past: DNA was collected...

CAUTION: READ AT OWN RISK.

She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,
Without a care in the world.

Mel pranced around the room with a smile on her face, the six-year- olds eyes were lit up with happiness. She giggled and Fang looked up from where he was, he smiled and went back to writing. 

And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It's been a long day and there's still work to do,
She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!

Mel skipped over and leaned over her fathers shoulders. 
"Whatcha doin' Daddy?" Mel rested her chin on his shoulder. 
"Trying to figure some...

Name: Vika Vernadskaya

Alias: Czarina -after her mother- (meaning Female Ruler in Russian)

Age: 15

Hair: White, fine, waist length

Skin: Pale

Eyes: Gold

Personality: perceptive; out-spoken; sassy, but polite; sensitive toward others

Civvies: Rose-blouse; light-blue mini skirt; small satchel; white high tops; white knee socks; pink headband with single sky-blue rose

Costume: (human form -rarely used in battle-) black short-sleeve half-shirt; black yoga pants; bare foot; black plain gauntlets- fingerless gloves stretching to mid-bicep; black headband and hair up; black choker
(wolf form) simple black...

“It's not a big deal! You're being so demanding!”
“You promised me you would be home before hand!”
“I got caught up!”
“You should have called us!”
“You're not my parents!”
“But you are in this family! You need to listen when we tell you things!”
“Why do you care?! You're NOT my mom and you never will be!”
“Room! Now!” Fang interrupted.
Irra shot him a glare but marched off, mumbling about angels and mischief. She slammed the door to her room closed and sat in the top corner of her bed.
“Stupid foster parents!”
She took the hat off her head and ran a hand through her...

Yeah, my new obsession is the band Red, specifically the song Let it Burn. So I'm writing a (depressing) songfic on it. Like my link, this one is just a general couple song-fic (so no names) that is also depressing and might possibly make you cry. It made me cry, at least. Pretty dark, just like the other one..
Yeah, song is link by Red.

I watch this city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence...

She struggled to her feet, only to find herself collapsing to the ground once more, toppled by the crippling smoke surrounding her. The overpowering smell of smoldering...

link
link

The stars were visible through the skylight above the hammock. There was rarely any rain in the South American city, and while the weather was warm, it was comforting and made one drowsy, bringing sleep easier. The maps of constellations twinkled as she watched, a dazzling light show. In Gotham, the stars hadn’t been able to shine past the bright city lights, and those lights became her stars. Almost as if they were tyrants, stealing the roles of the natural illuminators of the night skies.
    Aryess unconsciously fingered the angel charm around her neck and shifted...

BET YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT!


The system announced him. She froze, still in debate. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She hadn't expected him back so soon. She grabbed her bag and headed out of the room. She set the bag down when she saw him. He looked at her and she could feel her heart breaking again. She ran over and kissed him. He kissed her back, pulling her closer. After a few minutes of continuous kissing, they pulled away. He looked into her eyes and moved the hair out of her face.
“Don't go,” he whispered.
“I have to,” she whispered back.
“Becca told us what happened...

Also the same way I met Jack! :3




"You remember how I met Ciel, Jaime?" I looked over at the young winged boy.
"No..." He said, looking through his memory banks. I smiled and hopped into his lap.
"Story time!"

I ran through the forest, my boots hitting the snow furiously. All I had to protect me from the cold was Daddy's sweatshirt and some shorts, not good for below freezing weather. I skidded to a stop, just barely avoiding falling off the cliff. I peeked over the edge, and I couldn't see the bottom, and my eyes widened. Something shifted in the snow.
"Who's there!?" I whipped around. Amethyst...

The group walked through the woods. Three days have passed since their "small" encounter with Chaser and the fall of Delta. A still silence was set over them since then, not one person had said a thing. Melissa decided it was too quiet,"Are we there yet!!?"
"Almost, we're in the Golden Highlands." Becca muttered as she continued to lead the group forward.
"What about Chaser?" Bentley growled.
"We'll face him."
"But..."
"We're here."

All eyes fell on the castle. Becca scowled,"So? We split into groups?"
The others nodded. She turned to them. "Okay Bloodaxe, Tesla, and Onyx stay guard outside. Nightlock...

Twan burst through the bracken into a grassy clearing with his pursuer close behind. Blood covered and dripped from Twan's wolfish muzzle as he took a sharp turn; resulting in a loud crash from his predator hitting a tree. He skidded to a stop turning and facing the enemy, he couldn't bite back a smirk.

That quickly changed as the dhampir pounced at him pinning the lycan down a evil smirk crossed his face revealing the razor sharp fangs he possessed. Panic filled Twan's eyes for a split second as the fanged boy lunged at the werewolf's neck.

A loud scream echoed as a massive paw threw the dhampir...

Warnings for fluff and crappy endings.

One week later.
Kyra smiled as she entered the cave. “Happy holidays!” Tanner shouted as she entered, startling her and lighting her hair on fire. “Dude!” she laughed. “Don’t do that!”
She walked into the hall to go down to her room, and walked back out into the living room after having caught Aisling and Rowan under the mistletoe. Not without having taken a picture, first.
She smiled at Delta and quickly ducked when a snowball was suddenly flung her way. “Sis! Seriously!” She only laughed when more snowballs came flying at her, and she created...

What happens when I'm bored in History class? I start a poem where you guess who's who. Yay.

Think of when the team was small
Think of it right now
Remember the people, remember them all
Of their powers and how they were found

Imagine the black winged, black haired male (1)
His wife of angel’s kind (2)
Their daughter with a prophecy to never fail (3)
Their son with a strengthening mind (4)

The blonde haired girl with the deathly aim (5)
Her boyfriend with secrets unknown (6)
An unsure teen with dimensional name (7)
Her colorful crush with the clones (8)

A goddess among us controlling her wonder (9)
The...

OOC: this is an new oc, part of her background hapend in my war in gotham seires, so she is frome thad timeline. The stuff you should probly knowe frist is downe as latest in the bio.

Name: Tess shepard ( shepard is gunfires last name, thad nowan but a few knowe))
Age: 13
Apearance: blond long hair, bleuw eyes, slender. He hase a few tatoos, one of them in a bullet made frome dates, to rember, her dat, wat hapend to her and who she is.
Cloths: depens on the situwation, mosly somting short, thouw she also whears robes when she wants to stay incospicuwaous.
Personanly: agresif, shoot first ask qwestions...

Pretty cool if you sing it like link...



Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly you will die
And when again the sun leaves you will lie.

Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide you from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow you earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.

Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A cloak of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

(( Warning to those whom it may concern; this story does contain hints of rape and does bring up the subject. If you are uncomfortable with this in any way, feel free to just click "back" and go back to you happy life... Thanks! ))

Link to Part 1: link


She stood outside the hospital room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "He can be released soon, right? I mean, it's only a minor gunshot wound to the shoulder. Nothing major, right?"
"We'll have to wait for his foster parents to sign out on the clearance papers."
"But- he's my partner!"
"Good for you." The doctor turned to the couple...

(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the fruit stands and opened my option list looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....

(( Bentley’s P.O.V ))

I gasped out looking at the mirror in my hands, i-I saw me?.... no longer the avatar that hide my identity. The people around me all looked as surprised as I did, why would Keith Losanger creator of Swords and Shields Online do this?, why would he trap all of these people……why would he risk all this and risk losing everything if he was caught. The feeling in my stomach was strange and I didn’t like it, I looked up at him intently as he spoke once more “ …now… all of you are probably thinking that your family members or roommates can come and just unplug the...