Fangs - Chapter 1Fangs - Chapter 1 by JenZeePops
In the dark, dead streets, of the city there sat a theatre. This theatre was not only a place of entertainment, but of confidential meetings that determined the lifestyle by which some of England's population must abide to. Of course the un-dead, myths of the night didn't care for such meetings, as they had un-lives of their own to attend to, but when someone their community broke their rules or an outsider didn't respect their rules, the Camarilla community had to act as there was a price to be paid.
The large stage of the royal theatre was populated with a speaker, two guilty parties, four guards and the speaker's henchmen. All of which were pasty and pale, looking as if they hadn't seen sunlight in years. The speakers' audience was spread out among rows of chairs, separated into friendship groups, Clans or loners. Several members of the audience sat by themselves away from the others, but somewhere they could hear the speaker clearly. Other members, who either were more import
Echoing Fangs: The Hunt Her black gear clung tightly to her slim body, the repetitive thud of her feet hitting pavement echoed through her ears. Clare had done something horrible, and, if she had not cast a spell to suppress her emotions, she would never have even thought of doing such. Clare's fingers tingled with the lingering sensation of her magic, the deadly power she had used on a vampire. The vampire had done no wrong, and from all appearances, he was a newblood. He was only feeding from a child, yet she murdered him mindlessly. The facade was starting to wear off, slivers of emotions leaking through the boundaries and into her mind. Her eyes suddenly snapped to the side, narrowing in on their target. It was Mathias, tall and pale; a devil in every way. Though, one thing was strikingly odd. His hair was no longer the color of a raven's feather . No, it was as blonde as spun gold, glittering against the sunlight. Vampires, she thought smugly, they all wanted to be eye caEchoing Fangs: The Hunt by JyurriSneffets
Echoing Fangs: OriginClarelda, no, Clare was never a normal girl. She did not attend high school, or any school for that matter. Her body was not raging with hormones that lusted for the company of either gender. No, she was full-blooded witch. And no, not the witches with green oriented skin that rode around on broomsticks, terrorizing both young and old. These were a far different breed, one of godly origins. Though it's doubtful the humans know. Well, let the story unfold.Echoing Fangs: Origin by JyurriSneffets
A long time ago, when civilization was a dream of the future, four god-like beings reined supreme. Theosera, goddess of magic. Fenrir, god of the skin walkers. Lamia, goddess of the blood drinkers. And finally, Oona, Queen of the fey. Theosera created a husband out of silver, sculpting him with her magic. He was a god, just as any of the four were. Yet, so very different. His name was Uranus, and so the Greek wrote their legends of him. But they were so very, very wrong. Gaea was not the mother of the