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The Wolfdog hadn't much fun lately. But this dark-haired girl was a lot a fun. She understood immediately what the dark-haired girl had wanted. The wolfdog had recovered from its fall on the policeman, but it soon found itself dodging human hands.
The blond woman was screaming at it. "Grab that dog! Kill it! Shoot it!"
The wolfdog cringed and immediately ran under the blond woman's legs and made a turn around the kitchen. It soon returned back to the living room to find two more police trying to corner it. The white wolfdog gave a growl. The police chuckled. How could such a tiny dog be dangerous?
"C'mon you little dog be nice and we'll-" One officer, a short man in his fifties was interrupted as the wolfdog bit into his left shin. Before he could try to grab her, the Wolfdog had already bolted away. The other officer, a dark-skinn
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Officer Jensen grunted as he kicked the door down. He and his fellow cops hopped through the door, guns ready and pointed. All the reports had claimed the Ybarra girl was dangerous. Calls to her mother had been unsuccessful. Jensen crept forward.
He jumped as a cat hissed at him. He sighed and continued moving forward. He walked past a couch and a living room. The television in this room was on. Jensen could see the aerial view of this house. To his left he saw the entry to the kitchen and he noticed a jar or two were set out. Someone had just made a sandwich, Jensen thought, not less than ten minutes ago. He hurried through the kitchen, hoping to spot the girl. No such luck.
The other officers spread out through the house as well. Within ten minutes each reported no signs of the Ybarra girl.
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"Frankie! Help me Frankie!" Screamed the little redhead girl. She was bleeding from her neck down. The teenager looked at her, tears blurring his vision. Hands held him back and away from her.
"No! Nikki!" He reached out to her, but Nikki was pulled away from his grip. Dark shadowy and smiling figures in dark cloaks held his little sister away from him. He was supposed to protect her! Why had he failed?
"I give back the money, just leave her alone," the boy stammered at those holding him away from Nikki.
A soft voice gently whispered in his ear.
"Do you want to save her?"
All he could do was nod at this temptation. A young woman's voice giggled as he felt his neck spasm with sharp pain.
Francis awoke from his stoned state when the phone rang from underneath him. He moaned as cocaine bellowed out from his face. He sat up and cleaned himself of
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Evermore sat on the hotel bed. The mask of a wolf was lying beside him. He slowly bent over and pulled out his suitcase from beside the bed. He sighed aloud. His fingers carefully glided over the case as he opened it as gently as possible. Like an old friend he emptied the case of its contents.
The lone item within the case was an old black helmet in the style of a helmet that might have once been worn by a Greek warrior. It was worn with cracks and the metal looked old. This helm was an artifact that perhaps had once been worn by an ancient Greek warrior. Evermore gently stroked it with one hand.
His fingers moved over a dent in the top of the helmet. A tiny dent by all accounts, but one Evermore had long remembered. His younger brothers had done it when they struck out at him. Evermore remembered that day long ago. His brothers.
The Secret Histories Pt 19The Secret Histories Part 19
April 15th, 1900
I have always had a gift for magic, something that, since my youth, has made me unique and separate from my kin. Russia has always been my home. When I was young, fires burned in my land. Russia has never been very wealthy nor has it ever been much of a farmable land. Serfs have always suffered. I watched them suffer, and watch the very few and rare noble step upon them like stepping-stones.
When I first met the magi and was chosen as an apprentice, I was amazed at the sight of it. Magic is a mostů unique thing. Of the seven schools of magic there are many traditions and methods of spell forming. From the Sanctorum methods to the very chaotic, but very beautiful methods of the witches. Casting a spell is like making love to a woman, very pleasing and very rewarding if treated right. And on the Fif
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Alex ran like hell. She could hear the dog behind her. She looked back on occasion, making sure that the imps weren't following. Her lungs burned like fire as she ran forward. She nearly tripped over a mailman as she ran down the street. She quickly issued an apology as she continued on home.
About three houses from her house, she stopped and took a breath as she rested. Part of Alex's mind was curious as to why she knew what the Imps were. Another part mourned the Dryad, even though she hadn't known the fey for all that long.
Something wet and sticky suddenly flapped against her face. The Wolfdog was licking her face. Alex collapsed over as she shrieked at the animal. She crawled away from the wolfdog and stared at it. A smile seemed to be on its snout.
Alex sighed. She decided that the wolfdog was only tr
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The air within the large tree room, for Alex had no other more appropriate term to think of it as, was sweet. Her nostrils fluttered, as she smelled the tea Lisha was preparing. Alex was surprised by magic abilities of Lisha, as the Fey woman had magically summoned fire forth as easily as anyone could've breathed. She simply mentioned a name in her poetic voice and the water boiled in a instant.
Lisha handed Alex one of the cups of tea, which had a cinnamon aroma. Alex looked down at the cup, which was filled with brown-green colored water. She contemplated what exactly this tea was made of; although, it seemed harmless. But from her experience lately, no liquid seemed to be safe from being magical in one way or another.
"Go ahead, drink." Lisha urged her own. Her voice was sweet and inviting, despite the horrific scarred side of her face that was facing Alex. The light above the