The mad daughter hunted down
Brother turns against brother
The fallen King falls back into the grave
The abdicator seduced by darkness
The house Black crumbles from within
Winter shall settle and freeze the ground
From the void a flame shall be woken
The frost will begin to thaw
The gem thought lost will glimmer
And The Seventh House shall rise again
Ancient pillars carved into the mountainside glisten in the moonlight, a feint glow emanating from the Celtic carvings etched into them long ago suddenly grow brighter. The ground starts trembling, rocks fall from the Cliffside as the glow intensifies and a cloaked figure draws closer, followed closely by a feline like figure. As the cloaked person approaches the pillars the air swirls with ancient magic, beckoning them forward. They hold out their arm, whispering softly to the feline, nodding in approval as it jumps onto their arm, settling on their shoulder.
The figure kneels in front of the ancient stone, chanting meaningfully in Gaelic
In Darkness There is Light by WolvenNight, literature
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In Darkness There is Light
It's a quite night save for the light breeze and slight drizzle of rain. The air cool and crisp and the moon hidden behind grey clouds, creates a somber atmosphere in the cemetery. A young man appearing to be in his mid twenties, carefully walks through the ancient cemetery mindful of each headstone, and each grave he passes by. His shaggy brown hair is ruffled by the breeze as he continues his walk among the dead. Catching movement from the corner of his eye, he smiled in amusement, watching as a tail quickly disappeared behind a headstone.
"Walk with me?" He asked quietly, he halts waiting for an answer. A soft meow answers him and a small
Morgan Knight Character Sheet by WolvenNight, literature
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Morgan Knight Character Sheet
Name: Morgan Knight
Age: 96 (looks 25)
DOB: Oct 31, 1920
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Manchester, UK
Ethnicity/Species: English/Vampire
World/Universe: Earth/Marvel
Appearance:
Height: 5 ft. 3
Weight: 120 lbs
Skin tone: pale
Eye color: green
Other facial features: small scars by her left eye
Distinguishing features: the scars by her eye, pointed ears.
Hair Style: Long, wavy, a bit messy
Hair Color: Brown
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Outfit: Black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, combat boots, grey/charcoal t-shirt. Alternatively she wears a white button up, black tie, black skinny jeans, black/grey vest and black boots.
Something always
I pull up to an older Victorian house, the building itself looks worn and weathered from the centuries it’s been standing. The yard however looks new, meticulously taken care of in an attempt to bring a sense of modern life to the old house but no matter how well the yard looks I can’t help but see the age of the building. The sun reflects off dusty windows on the top floors of the two story, paint is chipping off the trimming and the iron gate encasing the yard is clearly rusting. As I draw closer a strange sense of familiarity and foreboding washes over me, there’s something so familiar about this house as though I’v
Lust is just as powerful as love, maybe even more so
Keira stared at the beautiful script etched onto her arm and groaned. "I've lived about how many lives? I'm damn near over 2,000 and yet now...NOW of all bloody times does this damn thing appear!" she glared at the words and flopped back onto her bed. "Not once in all of my damn lives have I ever found myself bonded." She frowned tugging her jacket sleeve back over the mark. "'M not telling anyone else especially not that pain in the ass... though my luck she'd already know and have it figured out..."
Silence
I understand, though it weighs down on me
Maybe I-...no no maybes I understand and I deserve it
It cuts deep but I know it's comparable to a scar I know I left
I'll write down words everyday
and hope one day you'll see them, read them
A simple hello, a full page of how the day went
A random thought or idea
Maybe you'll write back
Maybe you won't
But in hopes that you might
I'll stay right here
I won't move
We are two halves of a whole.
It is said that humans were once four armed, four legged and two headed, Zeus feared their power but the gods appreciated their offerings so Zeus split them in half. Each half would spend a lifetime trying to find the other, the first soulmate theory and the most tragic. If this is the case then we spend each life time searching for our other half that we may never see or we no longer recognize. As each life time passes that we don't find each other do we forget? Or will we know the moment we find each other?
I'm not perfect, never have been
I've been broken, still am
I was lost
Now I'm finding my way
I'm not perfect
Never will be
But being imperfect is perfectly okay