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Chapter 3~MagicChapter 3~Magic by ClovistheNinjaKing
Tears were dripping from Alina’s face as she looked up into the cool grey eyes of the man standing above her. Numbly, she looked behind him to gaze at the bloodied body that lay crumbled behind him and she shivered and nodded, taking his extended hand as he pulled her to his feet, his eyes looking at her with concern.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked, his eyes roaming her body and she chewed on her lip, hugging herself with her arms and shook her head again. He let out a small breath of relief as he looked back down at the man and sighed, rubbing his face. “We need to get out of here,” he muttered, looking up towards the sky. “If we’re around here when the cops discover this body, we’ll be in some major trouble.” He looked back over at her and hesitated. “Are...are you sure you don’t want a ride? I mean, this obviously didn’t work out too well for you.
Alina paused for a moment.
Chapter 2~The Hunt EndsChapter 2~The Hunt Ends by ClovistheNinjaKing
Arariel's grey eyes gazed out from behind the black visor's that shielded his face from the surrounding world. He could feel the wind pounding away at his leather jacket, and he could feel the chilly air soaking through his clothing and cooling off his skin. He shivered as he leaned to the right, his bike tilting in the same direction as he turned down another road. He was in the country, the sun was beginning to set over the horizon and lines of red were beginning to streak across the sky in celestial beams. Sunset would be arriving soon, which meant she would be stopping soon to stay at a hotel as she's done previously. He felt a sharp chain in his chest, a brief, overwhelming sensation of grief. He swallowed it quickly. He couldn't focus on feeling guilty, or regret. He had to do this in order to get his life back. His eyes narrowed as he saw her car, far off in the distance slow down a tad. He cocked his head, watching as the ca
Chapter 1~Cast DownChapter 1~Cast Down by ClovistheNinjaKing
Dark waves slammed up against the white, sandy beach as the sun began to descend beyond the horizon. A warm breeze billowed by, and the young man’s black hair rippled in the wind that caught his cloak, causing it to flap in the wind. He was a handsome man, with a strong jaw, sharp features that gave him an air of intelligence. You can easily tell that he is dangerous, and not because of the wicked blade that hung by his side. His eyes, a steel grey, watched the waves with an intensity that few have, as if waiting for something to happen. He rested his hand comfortably on his blade and closed his eyes, drawing his chin up to the sky. He wanted to fly, to spread his wings and take off into the heavens, to where he belongs. Staying on Earth...it almost seemed to stretch him.
He then heard the sound of hooves brushing aside mounds of sand. He smiled and turned around, his heart dropping in joy as he saw the young woman riding on her painted mare. She was so beautiful. Her c