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    May 1st, 2022

    Hi guys,

    I’d just like to start by saying welcome to my page. Here you will find various stories that I’ve written. For short stories, have a look through the Short Stories Category. For my more extensive works click on the Stories link in the navigation menu. I hope you enjoy your time here and don’t forget to leave me a message with your thoughts at the bottom of the post.

  • My Anime List Challenge Attempt #1 – 2021

    July 21st, 2021

    CHAPTER 1

    It always been hard work starting at a new school. More so when you come in halfway through the first semester. Rocha Academy. Produces the most gifted sorcerers in the world, or so the brochure says. For me, well, I don’t care for any of that. It’s just another steppingstone on my road to vengeance. Stepping through the large stone gates, a sense of trepidation lances through me as I look at all the students in their crimson blazers crossing the courtyard to their various classes. Taking a deep breath, I make my way towards the school’s main building, or at least I start to. Dodging past a giggling group of girls, I turned my attention away from where I was walking for a second.

    “Watch out!”. Before I could react, a woman wearing the school’s crimson blazer ran into me at speed. Landing heavily on the ground, the wind leaves my lungs, and I instinctively put my hands up and shove. Ignoring the soft feeling, I breathe a sigh of relief as I hear her hit the ground to my side. Coughing, I slowly roll to my feet and look around. Sitting on the round in front of me is a young woman with flowing silver blonde hair. Her crimson eyes bore holes through me, matching the fury etched on her face. Looking closely, I notice one hand covering her chest, the other rubbing her behind. Well, I guess that explains the softness and which part of her body broke the fall. Staggering to my feet, I ignore the woman sitting on the ground and turn to head toward the main building once more.

    “Where the hell do you think you ‘re going? Shouldn’t you say something to me?” Stopping as her voice rings across the courtyard, I turn my head and look over my shoulder.

    “Watch where you’re going in future. Have a good day.” Ignoring the surrounding gasps from the gathered students, I continue walking. The surge of heat from behind is the only warning I get. Twisting to the side, I grunt as a sword covered in flames flies past. The heat from the flames singing the hairs on my head. Sliding to a halt between me and the school building, she brandishes her sword towards me. Flames crackle down the single edge sword in her hand and her eyes glow brighter as rage contorts her face.

    “You sullied my honor, and I will have your head for it. Do you have any idea who I am?” Chuckling to myself at her statement, I size her up.

    “Nope. No idea and I don’t much care. If I had to guess, I’d go with some noble’s daughter, based on the attitude.”

    “My name Is Kialia Stromguard.” As she states her name with a proud look on her face, a faint memory tugs at the edge of my mind. An article I read on my way here about the king’s child having inherited the ancient bloodline powers or something. Trying to recall the article for more details, it alludes me. Before I can say another word, the surrounding whispers reach my ears.

    “Who’s the new kid?”

    “No idea. But the princess is pissed.”

    “That dude is in for a world of hurt.”

    Not the way I wanted to start my time at the academy. This is going to come back and bite me in the ass, of that I have no doubt. Taking a step forward, I meet her crimson eyes.

    “How about we chalk this up to an unfortunate understanding and go our separate ways because trust me. You really don’t want to do this.” As the words leave my mouth, I immediately wish I could take them back. A dark look crosses her face and the fire around her spirals forming feathered wings on her back. Before she can do anything, I open myself to my power. As it courses through me, I ready for her attack. Launching herself towards me, I easily sidestep her swing. Dancing away, I increase the distance between myself and the princess. Holding my hands up to show her I’m unarmed and don’t want to fight, I stop. An intent to kill, but from where? Searching around me quickly with my sense and eyes, I barely dodge the next slash. Feeling out with my senses, I try to find the killer intent. But it seems aimed away from me. The princess then. Focusing on the woman in front of me and stepping back a few paces, it all happens at once. She launches at me with a straightforward lunge. And from my blindside the killing intent strikes. In an instant, I switch to the offensive and move towards the princess. Grabbing her wrist, I twist her to the side, using my body to push her clear. Grimacing as a black clothed individual appears in front of me and a spear enters the area she just vacated. Flowing on from the movement I release the princess and drive a roundhouse into the would be assassin, sending them crashing into the ground a few feet away. Turning towards them, I walk slowly as the voices fill my head.

    “Assassin. Coward! Kill them. Unleash everything.” Falling to my knees as the voice gets louder and overwhelms me, I try to reason and push them away.

    “No, I cannot. Not here. Not now.”

    “Have you forgotten!?” As the voice roars in my ears, Images flash through my mind. The past and my reason for being here. My family strewn around our mansion, left where they were struck down. Dark assassins running through the halls wielding darkfyre like it was nothing. And the unleashing of my power that destroyed the village and everything around it. Try as I might, I can’t suppress the rage, and it overwhelms me. Like being a passenger in my own body, I can only watch as I stagger to my feet and the blue miasma of my power oozes around me. Lashing out and cracking the pavement. Getting to their feet, the assassin summons a spear once more and launches it at me with blinding speed, but the bladed tip stops short of my body. Held in place by the miasma, the assassin cries out as the spear is shattered. Before It can strike them down, a woman in a business suit lands in front of me, her black hair flowing in the breeze. Turning toward me, her eyes glow bright green and a wave of soothing energy passes over me. In an instant my rage is gone and I fall to the ground, panting. Turning from me, she summons a rope to bind the assassin, but they’re already gone. With a sigh, she turns back to the students gathered around and addresses them, but I can’t hear the words. As the students walk away, sound comes rushing back in an assault to my sense and I close my eyes. Opening them, I find the woman kneeling down in front of me. Her face awfully close to mine.

    “You need to get that power of yours under control, Mr. Windgrave.” Helping me to my feet, she turns on the princess. “And you, Miss Stromguard, are just as responsible for this mess. How many times must you be told that your power is not to be unleashed on campus? You are a first-year student, regardless of how gifted you are, it is inexcusable. Your father will be made ware of your transgression here this morning. You are dismissed.” At the headmistress’s last words, the princess turns a shade of green but bows her head and walks away as fast as she can. Once she is out of sight, the headmistress turns to me.

    “Now, follow me. Welcome to Rocha Academy.”

  • Dorian’s Nephew

    June 29th, 2021

    The alarm on his phone brings him awake. Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping woman beside him, he sits up. With a sigh, he reaches into his neatly folded clothes and pulls out the pistol concealed there. He stands up and slowly walks to the foot of the bed. The women stir and slowly wakes. He lifts the gun and aims it directly at her chest. There’s no chance of missing at this range. He looks into her eyes and finds sadness and pity. She knew. Even before bringing him back to her apartment, she knew. A tear rolls slowly down his cheek. She smiles softly and slowly gets up, making no attempt to rush him. She walks slowly to the blackened window of her apartment. Turning to face the man, she opens her mouth to speak. He hardly notices the recoil as the bullet leaves the barrel. For a moment, she hangs motionless. Before the glass shatters and she flies out into the morning sun, bursting into flame. The man returns to his clothes and gets dressed. After pulling on his boots, he examines his reflection in the wall mirror. Black unruly hair frames a handsome face that contain vividly green eyes. A bright blue jacket loosely bucked over a white shirt and black trousers that are tucked into black riding boots. He slowly pulls on white gloves and places the pistol into its shoulder holster on his left side.

    “Is this what you had in mind, uncle Dorian, when you made me like you once were?” He softly asks the empty room before turning towards the door.

  • Vampire Love

    June 22nd, 2021

    Pushing me hard, he stood in front of the approaching mob.

    “Get out of here Valayna. They’ll kill you.” Shaking my head, I tried to fight back against him.

    “They’ll kill you too. Please don’t do this. Come with me.” Turning toward me, he smiled that cheeky grin of his.

    “It’s worth it.” Before I could do a thing, his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into a kiss.

    “I love you.” Releasing me, he ran at the crowd before I could grab him. His blade coming free from its sheath as he roared. With tears in my eyes and hatred burning in my heart, I turned and ran. As I ran, I ignored the sound of metal striking against metal and flesh. Clearing the building’s back door, I fled. Running through the streets late into the night. Finally stopping as the sun rose on the horizon. With tears in my eyes, I sat and watched as the sun came up and its warmth spread over my face. The first sunrise I had seen in three centuries. Cursing the witch and her potion, I turned and walked into the forest, swearing vengeance as the heat from the sun slowly became more uncomfortable.

  • Demon Assault

    June 18th, 2021

    Sitting down heavily on the pew in the front row, I place my gun down next to me. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pull out a deck of smokes and flick one out. Putting it between my lips, I pat down my pockets in search of my ever elusive lighter. With a soft growl, a flaming tail waves in front of my face. Smiling, I lean forward and light my cigarette, taking a long drag before replying.

    “Thanks, KP.” The black hellhound gives me a huff before wondering off and investigating the area. Looking around, I actually take in my surroundings finally. This was probably a nice church before I arrived. Very fancy with a marble alter and stained-glass windows. Not that many of those are intact and the altar is smashed in half. Dead priests and holy warriors lay amongst the rubble and wreckage. Their guns and blades broken or bent and just beyond their outstretched hands. Sighing, I pick up the black pistol by my side and eject its clip. Clattering against the tiles, it echoes loudly through the empty hall. Pulling a fresh clip from the leg holster, I slide it in and rack a shot into the chamber. Getting to my feet, I drop my smoke and crush it beneath my foot. I know you’re probably thinking I’m a bad guy. Well, I am a demon after all, but let me tell you something, you got this all wrong. Actually, humanity itself has had this wrong for millennia. What if I told you everything was a lie? That the ones responsible for all the madness were not demons as the holy bible claims but actually angels. Since the dawn of time, they have whispered in the ears of men. Swaying their hearts to perform the foulest of deeds. All to keep the wheels turning. I turn and walk down the aisle toward the exit when the sound of flapping wings causes me to stop. Turning, I grimace as an angel alights upon the shattered alter.

    “What have you done, foul demon?”

    “What needed to be done. Your control over the world ends now. When you ‘re sent back, you tell Michael that I’ll be seeing him real soon.”

    “Ha if you think you have power enough to..” before it finishes I open fire. My shots clean and the angel hits the rear wall with enough force to leave an indent in it. Racing towards the alter I vault over it and land lightly as the angel struggles to right itself. Walking forward, I kick it over to face me before stepping onto his chest.

    “Who are you? You ‘re no lower demon.”

    “Correct. The names Nero. Give my regards to the twelve.” As I raise my gun once more, his eyes widen.

    “No wait. You can’t..” anything else he was planning to say gets cut off by the sound of my gun. With a flash of light, he disappears, leaving behind a few feathers. Holstering my gun, I turn and leave, whistling for KP on the way out. Looking back at the cross hanging above it all, I shake my head. Even though they started this, I can’t help but feel like the bad guy here. Oh well. Soon enough this will all be over. I hope.

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