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Witching Hour Madness
It should have been a peaceful Halloween Ball and the envy of every well to do not invited. This year some of the wealthiest families gathered here in Atlanta, GA, to celebrate the thinning of the vial for a night long celebration. This grand affair was being hosted this year by a rising star organization, the Oasis Group, and expectations were running high.
Jessie WhitePublished 5 years ago in FuturismThe Everlight Sacrifice
Corina White had agreed to it. When the witches of the Everlight Coven came to her with an offer, telling her that if she agreed to be a sacrifice in their ritual, she would gain powers, Corina had been expecting it. She knew it was going to happen. Her father had told her story after story about the Everlight Coven, about how they worshiped dark Gods, how they had to give a sacrifice every twenty years to appease them.
Shera PraguePublished 5 years ago in FuturismIn Defense of Psychic Vampires
I’m a psychic vampire. That’s not easy to say, much less admit to myself. Especially in today’s day, when vampires are either scoffed at for thinking such outlandish things.
Aaron DickPublished 5 years ago in FuturismMagic
We had finally moved from our parents’ house. It was the longest time we had spent washing, re-washing, disgusted ourselves, from dirt and dust the previous building owners left. Painting, decorating, I let my sister chose it all because she had an eye for those things. Sighing, sweating and then, we finally had ourselves a home where we could settle in.
Charles DavidPublished 5 years ago in FuturismThe Weaver Chronicles (Ch. 2)
April 27th. A Tuesday. Thomas found himself back down Quack Row, and standing back in front of Dr. Lee’s office to get out of the rain. When his arm got wet, it seemed to make the burn on his arm get worse, so ducking into the nearest shelter made sense.
Kristen HodgePublished 5 years ago in FuturismClosed Doors: Pt.1
Jenna decided three weeks ago that she was going to see a therapist. She was tired of being unhappy and of distancing herself from her family and friends. Jenna lived with regret for years and it was controlling her personality and affecting her relationships.
Tales of Sore: The Keeper of Kasai-Tamashii
Hyuosuke sat on the edge of his bed staring outside the window. The sky was still filled with gray clouds. It had poured the whole day yesterday. He got up to check on his Grandpa and Sore, when he saw Kaneto approaching towards their house, tailed by three more elders, one of whom was Itaru. He grunted, and made his way towards the living room. After what had happened yesterday at the funeral, even the sight of Kaneto made his blood boil. The door to the living room was closed shut. He tiptoed towards the door, and placed his ear on the door, hoping to catch what they were talking about.
End Game
“I’ve been taking care of you—you’ve been asleep for a long time. Look.” He gestured around my room excitedly before turning back to me with the sparkling eyes of an American child on Christmas morning. I looked down at the fuzzy blanket that covered my body and moved my feet underneath it to confirm I was actually here and alive.
The Blue Queen (Part 4)
Ciara had noticed nothing suspicious around the area of the Inferno's Night. She began to make her way inside, and stared at the long queue that waited to get in. They moaned as she walked straight to the front, and saw Jimmy the bouncer nod at her. He unhooked the velvet rope, and let her straight in. She walked to the bar and took her jacket off.
Dee Jay KayPublished 5 years ago in FuturismThe Blue Queen (Part 3)
Ciara arrived to the facility in record time. She could never get used to the building she had to report to since she had started. The Hidden Haven as it had been known to be called was a Hunter facility built next to an abandoned subway. It was mostly underground but had emergency exits in a pub nearby called The Golden Horseshoe, a strictly Hunter-only joint. As she walked down the grimy steps she was met by the usual guard. She was never told his name, and when she had tried to ask, he shooed her away. She pitied the guards that worked here, as they had to appear to be homeless seeking shelter in the abandoned subway, and had to make sure normals didn't make their way to the entrance. She waved to the guard who nodded as she walked down the tracks, and to a panel hidden by some undergrowth. She hated touching the undergrowth, as it was always freshly put there, but she placed her hand on the panel and spoke clearly, "Domino entering the boneyard." Every agent of the Hidden Haven had their own code phrase. Something linked to their ID, and recognised only in their voice. The Hunter Society had built this so that no one could enter unauthorised. Ciara heard the gears to the door shift, and a hole in the wall appeared. Now was for phase two. She walked in, and the door shut behind her. She was in darkness for a moment before the room lit up with lights. The light flickered all over her, and she knew the scanner was almost done. It was a specially designed scanning system that scanned your blood, and the DNA in it. There were many beings in this world like Changelings or Shapeshifting Mystics that could replicate everything except the inside of the body; the blood could not be changed. She waited a moment as a red light shone in the corner, it turned green, and another door slid open. "Welcome Agent Domino," a female voice announced. It was the automated system. Ciara had always thought it was an artificial intelligence, but was always explained it was just a voice programmed to answer. "I need access to my room, and my supplies, and don't tell The Control I'm here," Ciara announced as she walked down a corridor.
Dee Jay KayPublished 5 years ago in FuturismTales of Sore: The Keeper of the Kasai-Tamashii
Sore was sitting at the edge of her bed staring out the window towards the direction where her father came back home after work. She impatiently looked back at the clock to check the time. It was two o' clock. Still five hours remained until his return. She sighed heavily, wishing time would just pass a lot quicker. She stared at the doll her grandpa had gifted her yesterday on her seventh birthday. Every year Sore waited for her birthday just to receive the beautiful presents her father would give her. Last year he gave her a necklace which had belonged to her mother. From that day on, Sore had never taken it off. This year her father had said that she would have to wait an extra day to receive her present.
Child of Love
She was born in a world of darkness—though she was born from Purity and Love—her spirit pure as the white snow that fell on the ground during her birth. Which truly was a sign for those with eyes to see she was indeed a child created for Love.
Mindy SleeperPublished 5 years ago in Futurism