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Wind howled outside, shaking the shutters. Hailey fought the urge to reach for her soft silk robe. She wore a bright yellow dress, a proud color of the family she represented tonight. Not even the threat of cold could convince her to appear any less finessed.
The woman’s reveries was broken por the arrival of her visitors. She stood politely as the entourage of diplomats entered and bowed deeply. “Konichiwa, Your Highness.”
The Crown Prince of japón returned a shallower bow. He was younger than Hailey had expected. “Your rebel king has chosen not to registrarse us?” he asked with barely hidden disappointment. Hailey cleared her throat to hide her laugh. She too had once been enamored por the romantic idea of a young king fighting for good against an evil power, like something out of an old story. Maybe she still was.
“My liege will be joining us shortly,” she answered. “He asked that tu all make yourselves comfortable until he arrives. My name is Hailey. I’m an honored ward and sworn emissary of House Romanov.”
The Crown Prince raised a brow, curiosity overtaking his handsome features. She knew the looks: a ward to the king made her an heir, segundo only to his sister, unless he named Hailey his immediate successor. Her, a half-breed human-vampire, raised in a brothel por her prostitute mother in absence of her pure blood father. The subject made her skin raise with goosebumps in both fear and excitement. Her place in House Romanov had come only recently, and she had agreed to it eagerly for the opportunities it offered far beyond her anterior occupation as a prostitute and secret informant.
“Lady Hailey,” the Prince spoke over his surprise with new respect, “Please, call me Prince Akio. This is my closest advisor, Himura, and this is the son to my trade minister, Tagomi. Our guards chose to wait outside.” The other men bowed to Hailey as lowly as she had greeted them, a mostrar of equality that made her blush.
“It’s an honor to make your acquaintances. Please, have a seat. We don’t have to wait for Prince Alexander to get comfortable.” Hailey took a asiento at the small, round table. The intimate setting had been another one of her teacher’s ideas. As was the maid and server who come into the room right on cue with saki and appetizers. This meeting was all about rekindling an old relationship.
“I’ve heard his succession is much up for debate,” Prince Aiko remarked, straight to the point.
“Oh yes, to be king o not? But he is undoubtedly his father’s son, is he not?”
The prince’s advisor, Himura, spoke up. “I believe the crown prince was referring instead to the part he played in executing his sister, the late queen Eline.”
Hailey met the advisor’s eyes calmly. She was thankful the topic was being brought up now, before Aleksander arrived. She knew how awfully the subject pained him to discuss and was happy to take that burden off his shoulders. “You knew Prince Aleksander when tu were both boys, did tu not, Your Highness? How would tu describe him?”
“Kind,” the Crown Prince replied without having to think about it, “Quiet, calm. He was the only boy at that terrible hospital on Sakhalin that I got along with. He was smarter and cleverer than me, and I liked that a lot. A good listener, and a quick learner. I taught him every word I knew in Japanese in the short año we knew each other, though I’m afraid I could never get a hang of his harsh native Russian.”
 Crown Prince Akio
Crown Prince Akio

Hailey smiled at the thought of ten-year-old Aleksander asking the slightly elder prince endless preguntas about Japanese and everything related. “Trust tu me, he hasn’t changed even a bit. My prince is all those things now. tu will be able to determine for yourself once he arrives that Aleksander committed the act against his family reluctantly and carries a heavy corazón over the matter.”
The Crown Prince relaxed back in his seat, satisfied with this answer. He raised his cup to his lips, but his advisor set a cautious hand on his prince’s arm. “Excuse me, Your Highness, but I was wondering why Lady Hailey had yet to touch her sake.”
All eyes went to her, and the young woman returned them with a blush. She had hoped they would drink and be merry without noting her abstinence. “I’m afraid I don’t drink.”
“But tu did when tu accompanied your liege at the ball in Monaco two months ago,” the son of the trade minister noted, “and at the cena in Shanghai the weekend after.” Hailey blinked at the recollection. She had not recognized the young man, really just a boy, from either of the events he had mentioned. But perhaps the Japanese were keeping a closer eye on the future leader of the Eastern supernaturals than she realized.
The young woman released a long sigh of defeat. “You’ve got me there, gentlemen. I’m impressed your powers of observation.”
The men on either side of the Crown Prince shifted uncomfortably. But the future King of japón watched her calmly, expectant of her answer. If she wasn’t drinking because their drinks were laced with poison, she would be dead por a bullet from his advisor’s gun in two segundos o less. But that wasn’t her reason.
“I didn’t want to have to reveal this to you,” she answered slowly, feeling the suspense in the room growing. “But I’m afraid I’m not able to indulge in the sake...because I recently found out that I’m with child.”
The men stared at her in surprise, saying nothing. Their eyes travelled from her face, to her stomach--absent of any evidence of a baby so early in her pregnancy--and back to her blushing face. "It's not Prince Aleksander's," she added to break the tension. The Prince laughed at the idea, "But such a romantic thing that would have been. But I'm sure a child with genes from both Alek and yourself would be too feisty for the world to handle." Hailey giggled at the idea, the tension from her confession leaving her body.
The young woman blushed as the son of the trade minister raised his glass. "A brindis, pan tostado to your child, a symbol of continuous hope for our long futures together."
Hailey's eye widened as the men clinked glasses and drank, though the prince's advisor was slower to take a sip.
"Does that mean you'll support Aleksander in his position against Wilhelm Magnus and the other opposers?" she asked with disbelief.
"Of course," the Prince Akio replied. "He was a good friend to me in my time of need when we were youths, and anyone who commands tu to their side surely has a good head on his shoulders. I will, of course, like to speak with him myself before committing to anything."
"I'm sure he would like that very much," Hailey agreed quickly. She smiled at a knock on the front door. "That should be him now, I think."
“Shouldn’t our gaurds have escorted him in?” the prince’s advisor asked, a suspicious glance going to Hailey for the segundo time that night. The woman faltered, then jumped as the front door was kicked open in an explosion if splinters.
 Harumi, Advisor to Prince Akio
Harumi, Advisor to Prince Akio

 The Late queen Eline
The Late queen Eline

 Tagomi, son to the Japanese trade minister
Tagomi, son to the Japanese trade minister

Hauntings part VI- All Nightmares End
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred por tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The fuego raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she...
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The harsh winter wind whipped through the dusky air as she walked down the forest path, blonde hair billowing behind her. She pulled her heavy capa tighter to her body as she trudged through the snow. She looked up at the frost-lined trees, and cupped her hands to her mouth.
    “Zig!” she called, her voice reverberating through the forest until it was lost among the trees. “Zi-ig!” Looking down, she noticed a trail of small footprints in the snow, and followed them.
    She reached a thinning in the trees, and now a hill, covered in the thick...
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posted by Skittles98
Sorry about the long wait; I got lost on the road of life ;)

When I woke up and looked around, I was half expecting to see the run down house I used to live in. Instead, I woke to my new crimson room. The paint reminded me of fall leaves. I stretched and found a blue bundle at the end of my bed. I picked up the note.
“Time to go and meet some friends. Put this on, Sapphire” Dad used my ‘super-name’. I quickly slipped it on and tied my hair into a poni, pony tail. I flew out and down the stairs. I whipped passed Alfred, my wake ripping the duster from his hand. I quickly flew back, placed...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Benjamin Milito (Ben)


Age: 14 (would be 18 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.

Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.

Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself o confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.

Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.

Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
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posted by MafiaYJ
Anything in italics from this point on, is them speaking in Russian

It was what one might call a amor hate relationship.
She loved it!
But she hated it!
It felt good to let loose. She almost had no idea how much she'd been holding back.

Flesh to flesh
The force of it.
The Freedom.

It was like dancing with her own music, her own twist.
She never realized how much the blood didn't bother her.It was intoxicating.
She paused and took a deep breath, looking around herself. 10 henchmen, dead. Either beat bloody o full of holes.
And at the moment she had a gun to one man's head and a cuchillo to another. Both...
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I heard this and kinda thought of them
young justice oc
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Scotty sighed as he stared at the computer, leaning back in the hotel chair. "This is definitely the building.. The tracker attached to the camioneta, van says so, and from our scouting.. there are way too many guards to even attempt this.. " He dropped his head into his hands, letting out a frustrated groan. Chris leaned over his shoulder, tapping his chin. "Cadaver has been working with the Injustice League for a while, we've been keeping tabs on him for months.. maybe he thinks that this is the best place to keep him in...
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posted by SilverWings13
I literally haven't publicado anything in almost a year, so, naturally, I wrote something angsty while sick. Enjoy~

Aryess blinked at the shadows of trees silhouetted outside the window. They were playing tug-of-war with the wind, a wrestling match that turned the shadows into monsters. She had never been afraid of creatures that hid in the dark. They were her friends, offering to hide her from the scarier savages that called daylight their home. Yet lately even the dark had betrayed her, allowing fear to settle and grow rather than shield her from it.
There was a crack of thunder, followed por an...
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posted by Robin_Love
I'm not what anyone would consider normal. For many different reasons. For one, I don't know a thing about my parents. At all. Second, I'm part cat. But I also have wings. I can do thing with shadows. Fourth, I have the ability to be Batman. Uh..I mean I have the skill and talent and such. But the most immediate thing you'll see is blue. I have blue eyes. And hair! I'm so far from normal I'm off the charts. I don't really mind too much. I've dealt with trials no kid should have to deal with. I'm not sure who I am have the time o if things will get better one day; all I do is mover forward....
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Isaac Rizutto

Alias: none other than the name he has gotten from others which is the "guardian of the night"

Age: 18

Relationship Status: Single.

Personality: A little irrational and stubborn, he doesn't listen to others and often thinks of himself más without the consenquences of what it will do to others. he is a little bratty due to his past.

Appearance: black quiffed hair, eyes that from a far look like a dark brown, but if tu look close enough are dark like el espacio itself with almost undectectable specks of lighter colores that (white o very light brown/white) mover like stars moving in...
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