Campos の小説・ストーリー

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

The three lads felt it; the ripples of fear coursing through their veins, squeezing their heart and sucking life out of them, as they sat at the top of the mountain, their duty it was to sound the alarm at the sight of the approaching army. They sat quietly, none having the courage to speak. Jonah and Luh were almost similar in appearance with their dark skin and lean appearance, while Murai’s skin was of a darker shade, with an athletic build. They made an odd trio, even though they had all clocked eighteen, as Murai looked quite different from them. As the hours grew long though, their tongues loosened, and they began to speak. Two of them started off the conversation. “How are we going to

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Y E A R 2009, S O M E W H E R E I N B A T A N G A S C I T Y P R I V A T E H O S P I T A L, H E A L, L E A V E H O S P I T A L. Inside the Control Room B at Headquarters HEAL, LEAVE. In every corner of the Philippines, these are the eyes. It sees everything, it controls everything, even the lives of all citizens in the country.

My father suggested and I nodded in agreement. Look at us working together. Couples goals or what! With the remaining energy in my body, I sent a continuous purple blast of light toward the bridge, aiming at its center. My father was next, a jet black beam being sent to the same point I had hit. Then Alina joined, a blood-red blast hitting the same point again.

Unknown P.O.V. Rain poured down on the grassy plains that stretched on for miles outside the window. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed closely by a crack of thunder. The sound of the heavy rain pattering against the glass panels of the window competed with the cracking of logs that burned in the hearth of the large stone fireplace. The gloomy evening did nothing to lighten the moods of those in the castle as they observed the storm. "Where are we in implementing Plan B?" the man asked in annoyance.

Momodaeus said calmly, and Baselroth gritted her teeth. Suddenly they appeared in a shadowy place. Both of them were standing on a thin, long walkway. There were several other steep interconnected walkways. Far below them the ground was covered in molten lava, steep rocks and burning flames. The souls of the damned cried out for help as they burned, as they passed through brimstones and worms, working their way through their bodies with teeth sharp enough to cut their bones in preparation for them to become demons. At the farthest end of the steep interconnected walkways Baselroth could see the facade of the large castle where she lived. Its walls stretched several feets wide and fire torche