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Again Standing under the sun Hot grainy sand burning my feet Freezing salt running over my toes The cool breeze blowing through my hair The sun baking me like bacon Turning me darker and darker every second The day turns into night And the sun sets Then slowly the day begins all over again

Prologue- Norway walked out of the shadows where he watched the Dorset couple mourn over the loss of their daughter, Angelica. She had been only fourteen years old when she was killed by a drunk driver. Norway had watched even before the tragedy that fell upon them. He wished he could feel sympathy for them, but the creature he is today didn't allow human emotions to cloud his monstrous instincts. He leaned against the house peering through the window into the living room. Mrs. Dorset was setting next to the fireplace as Mr. Dorset handed her a cup of tea. "Still investigating them, Norway?" Norway didn't even look in her direction becaus

Prologue When I was born, I was destined to be a detective. My father was a Captain in Riverton, Vermont and my mother was a cop too. She had the best aim in all of Vermont. So it was pretty much my destiny to join the force. As an adolescent, I was the type of kid that other parents did not like around their children. I was a back talking loud mouth, the class clown, and always into trouble. I was punished a whole lot. But in high school I shaped up, buckled down and ended up becoming quite the popular student. I loved my parents. Acting out when I was a kid was my way of demanding attention from their demanding jobs. In high school, I

Chapter 1: The ship sailed up to the shore of Britain's harbor. It was bustling was tones of ships and workers. Traders gathered their materials and products. Families gather near the edge where Alfred's ship was heading for. Years of isolation and absent communication from their old mother country. Alfred was excited to be back though it terrified him because he knew he would have to face him. Arthur Kirkland. He longed for Arthur in their separation, but remained strong. He knew that he needed to create ties with Britain once more, but not like the one they used to be confined by. He knew he was only going to be there for a couple days, b

Character profile Story the character is from: Fox: the Next Generation Character's role in the story:  main character Basic information Full name:  August Hawthorne        Why this name?: Wolf was born as a test-tube baby for an experimental trial that the government was testing. Wolf was born in August, so the doctors thought that if they named them they month they were fully developed at. They were trying to develop the gene that caused Nexts to have their abilities and weaponize it to something they could make super soldiers out of. Wolf is in fact the strongest Next they have on record, other than Fox, because they both possess tw

Character profile Story the organization is from: Hell’s Keeper: The Secrets of Abaddon Organization’s role in the story:  Main organization Basic information Full name:  Acquisition Nexus. Guiding Entity and Legislator. Meaning: Angel is an organization created after the War in Heaven millions of years ago. Its job is to help souls that have died pass into Paradise or be sent to Hell to be punished for their sins. Some are sent to Purgatory because their sins can be rewritten and they are given the chance to “white out the red in their ledger”. This is usually given to those that have committed a sin for the sa

Prologue: Ethan looked up at the dark navy ocean laid out before him. Stars swam in its vastness shining dimly like fireflies in the distance. The moon shone brightly, its sliver beams caressing the Earth’s surface with soft warm glow of light. Ethan sat at the edge of the playground watching the other Hood children play, their screams and laughter echoing behind him, now distant whispers of a world unknown. He held within him the uncontrollable urge to howl at the sacred sphere. He wanted to sing in the long forgotten tongue of the moon tribe. A tribe that was forbidden to be spoken of and allowed to live. His voice rang out, and th