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posted by SilverWings13
For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the قلعہ لائبریری leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did.
“When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“
“You’ll have your Glock on آپ since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued.
“I’ll go into the room alone, except for my plus one, though she’s really only there for my cover—“
“And you’ll actually be there alone, unarmed, to socialize and دکھائیں yourself off as Prince Alexi Romanov’s heir.”
“All the while, I’ll—“
“Be spreading the truth, exposing Magnus as a rotten, conniving pig who’s been planning to use us against the Red Army and current government of Russia, all without telling his own people, the White Army.”
Aleksander’s jaw twitched with his annoyance. The hologram had focused on the opposite end of the room where Ana would enter. “Anything آپ missed?” he inquired cooly.
“Nope. Oh, wait, yeah: my only role in this is to دکھائیں up at the end to look pretty and waive.” She huffed and swiped the hologram so that it spun in a wild whirl before resettling with an uncertain shimmer.
Aleksander slid the geode away from the fuming teen. “I know آپ aren’t used to fighting this way. آپ won’t get to use your claws tonight, but using your name and image will be much مزید effective. It’ll shock these people, so convinced that the Romanovs are merely a symbol of the White Army’s continued fight to rebirth the monarchy, to see the last legitimate heir disagreeing with their leader’s plans.” He came around from behind the ڈیسک to stand beside her, the closest they had physically been since Ana had followed the man into their tomb. “Annie, آپ know exactly what happens if we don’t do this: Magnus will hunt us until the ends of the Earth and force آپ to help him mobilize the White Army and any doubters against the present government of Russia. We’re talking civil war. Millions could die, especially if Russia’s allies become involved and this war bleeds into other Eastern states. There are plenty of power-hungry people sick of democracy, sure they can run their countries better themselves, who will stand with the White Army if it means they get to be kings and queens of a new age.”
Anastasia stared down at her feet as the man spoke. It sounded far مزید heroic when the young man laid their mission out. In her own mind, it was far مزید terrifying to stand against someone who possibly held a weapon capable of turning them to breathing corpses for an eternity. “Fine,” she breathed finally, “But do I have to wear a dress?”
Aleksander stood up straight, crossing his arms with a confident smile that reminded her too much of their father.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Aleksander stepped through the shimmering white gate to enter the antique kitchen, thd cold of the mountain melting away to the warmth of the small house. A young woman was seated at the oak میز, جدول with straight dark hair cut to her chin and a white dress flowered سے طرف کی گلابی roses. She jumped up when Aleksander exited the portal, but her expression suddenly changed from alert to exuberant when the short redhead stepped out beside him. Ana flinched at the squeal that escaped the brunette, then stiffened as she suddenly found herself trapped in a fierce embrace. The hug would have been a welcome surprise in the midst of a life-threatening ordeal if the teenager were accustomed to such attention. The other woman sensed her discomfort and jumped back with a grinning apology.
“Sorry, sorry, I got overexcited. I’m Octavia Rurik!” she thrust out a French manicured hand, barely containing the urge to hug the girl again.
“I know,” Ana replied, unable to contain a shy smile as she accepted the handshake. “I recognize آپ from pictures when آپ and Thomas were together during the war.” She noticed a twinge of pain in Octavia’s features, but the young warlock’s grin quickly reappeared. “Oh yes, I suppose it’s only pictures that آپ remember. آپ were just a tiny toddler when I last saw آپ back in ‘42. آپ had the cutest curls! What am I saying? You’re still so adorable! Do آپ have a boyfriend?”
“Tavvy,” Aleksander interrupted for his blushing sister’s sake, “I wish we had مزید time to catch up, but we really should start getting ready.”
“Right, sorry, I just never thought I’d see either of آپ ever again, and here آپ are. I wish my mom were here right now, but she’s getting ready at our family’s mansion to keep Papa occupied. But, all well, she’ll see آپ both at the party.” Since Aleksander would leave for the party first, Octavia quickly shooed the young man off to the one شاور in the house and sat Ana down to start choosing a palette for her make-up.
The red-head tried not to fidget too much as Octavia tested colored powders on the back of her freckled hand, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was odd to be sitting with the daughter of their greatest enemy. Even if the تقسیم, الگ کریں between Katerina Rurik and Wilhelm Magnus, the former choosing to side against impending war and the latter choosing the head the White Army in her place, was as well known as their children picking sides between the two, Ana couldn’t help but wonder at Octavia choosing to betray her father's plot to her and her brother. Would she have been able to do the same if her father were still alive? She doubted it. Even if Alexie Romanov had been notorious for committing mass murder to eliminate a few enemies, Ana still wished مزید than anything that she had grown up under his care.
“Are آپ worried about Cal?”
Ana jerked from her thoughts at the question. She realized the other woman had been chatting relentlessly and was now staring at her with concern in her baby blue eyes. “He’s going to be okay, آپ know. He’s already back to eating solids, and quickly gaining the strength to walk quite a bit without any help.”
“That’s...good.” The memory of the young man laying prone as a corpse in a hospital بستر weeks پہلے was still fresh. Ana ached to see him, to apologize for putting him through so much pain, but the news on his recovery would have to do. She would never again put him in danger. “You’re not angry with me for what happened...?”
“What? Of course not!” Octavia reassured, taking Ana’s hand in hers. “That wasn’t your fault. It’s not like آپ summoned those creatures.” Octavia’s forgiveness caught Ana سے طرف کی surprise, and she thought she understood why the witch was willing to help if Aleksander had downplayed his part in Thomas’ death as an accident. This stranger was meant to be a part of the Romanov family upon marrying the oldest male of the family, and it seemed with all her sisterly love that she had embraced Thomas’ siblings as her own family despite his death. Ana was prepared to ask Octavia about the topic when the the witch’s eyes suddenly widened. The girl turned to see what the brunette was watching over her shoulder.
A taller, broader, blonder, beardless version of Ana’s grandfather stood in the doorway. His traditional military uniform was solid black with a shimmering double row of golden buttons. The کالر and بیلٹ, پٹی were decorated with soft golden leaves and vines, with sleeve cuffs of the same color. Black and gold: the Romanov family colors. The glittering pins on his chest likely represented his service in the سیکنڈ world war as a child soldier, but his slicked blonde hair and celebratory sword in its holster کے, holster, قبور gave him the appearance if a proud, well accomplished general. Octavia’s mesmerized expression gave Ana a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized the older woman was probably paying too much attention to the justice the uniform did to her brother’s well cut figure and sharp jaw line.
“Did I leave my fly down?” Aleksander asked bashfully of their stares, glancing down at his clothes.
“No, you’re fine,” Ana answered for him. Octavia found her voice and quickly added, “You look great!”
“You have to say that,” he replied with a chuckle towards the oggling witch, “Since you’re the one who made the uniform.” Octavia only blushed at that and stood, straightening Aleksander’s کالر as if it really needed it. Ana stayed where she was and watched them. If things had been different, it was Thomas’ uniform the brunette would be fussing over—not that her gentle brother could have had nearly the same deadly determination dominating his expression.
Octavia had seemed to finally decide Aleksander was wearing her masterpiece correctly when there was the honk of a horn from the driveway. “That’ll be my plus one, as patient as ever,” the young man concluded. “I’ll see آپ ladies later.” He moved to the door, but was stopped when his sister suddenly rushed over, nearly tackling him in a hug. Aleksander stood frozen in surprise before smiling and ruffling the girl’s hair. She stepped back with a huff, her glare serious. “You better not die before I get there, because I can’t do this سے طرف کی myself.”
“I won’t leave آپ alone,” he promised, giving her shoulder a squeeze before stepping out of the house. Ana stood in the doorway, watching him climb into the dark limo. She wanted to believe that promise, but with his uniform accentuating their father’s dangerous charisma, she could never believe him.
Warnings for fluff and crappy endings.

One week later.
Kyra smiled as she entered the cave. “Happy holidays!” Tanner shouted as she entered, startling her and lighting her hair on fire. “Dude!” she laughed. “Don’t do that!”
She walked into the hall to go down to her room, and walked back out into the living room after having caught Aisling and Rowan under the mistletoe. Not without having taken a picture, first.
She smiled at Delta and quickly ducked when a snowball was suddenly flung her way. “Sis! Seriously!” She only laughed when مزید snowballs came flying at her, and she created...
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posted by FangYJ
Blade stood at the balcony, overlooking the cafeteria. She crossed her arms, watching everybody laughing and giggling. Scott paced the around the table, keeping a باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال in his hands, watching everyone socializing he sighed and stepped up to the table.

Scott:
آپ can bet
There's nothin' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret obsession
And it's making me lose control

باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال players:
Everybody gather 'round

Scott(spoken):
Well if Brendan can tell his secret than I can tell mine...I bake

باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال players(spoken):
What?

Scott: (spoken:)
I love...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
 At the age of Seven.
At the age of Seven.
Cuz her bio is like, a million years old.





Name: Melissa Elizabeth Adams.

Alias: Wings of Death

Appearance: Ebony black hair. مرکت, ایمرلڈ eyes. Heavily scarred. Slender build.

Powers:
Levitation, which can also manipulate ones actions.
Flight, wings.
Abnormal strength.

Skills:
Sword fighting

History:
Taken from her family منٹ after she was born, she was experimented on until the age of eight. She escaped at the age of eight, learning how to fly on the fly. She lived on the streets for a year, until Fang and Devin found her. She got into the hero business shortly after. She learned her prophecy when she...
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posted by SilverWings13
Okay, okay, I'm a terrible person. I'm not "back", I just figured I need a good explanation for my kiddos disappearing with me. Sorry I din't think it was important enough to write before. Waring. Major plot holes and shiz, sorry again.

"Aryess!" he called, pulling on his backpack. It held what little he needed, the necessities for the trip. The rest he could purchase with the funds he had been دیا when they reached their destination.
"Ary!" he shouted again. He walked down the length of the hallway and rapped his fist on his partner's door. It opened under his light knock. The teen opened...
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posted by InfinityYJ
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posted by Robin_Love
Get a grip! C'mon! Get angry! Don't let him do this to you!
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released...
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posted by Mclovin_69
The man smirked standing there, Aryess looked up at Bentley who glared at the man. “ So…. Interested in a rematch..? “ he muttered confidently, Aryess tightened her grip around his arm “ B….? “ she muttered out, Bentley continued to glare “ haven’t I already shown آپ up…….whats the catch this time….? “ he growled out. The man had a glint in his eye something wasn’t right, he laughed evily “ …oh come on….. lets make this duel interesting…. If آپ win ill leave آپ alone for good…..”, Bentley raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. “ But if I win…....
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The timer counted down as Aryess hesitantly stepped back as he reached back in his shealth pulling out his black sword, the man held his sword in a ready position smirking at him, Bentley glared flipping his sword into a ready position as the last ten سیکنڈ counted down on the timer. The buzzer finally sounded and the two ran at each other, the man slashed his sword down that was glowing سونا laughing, while Bentleys sword glowed green and he flipped his sword out hitting the mans blade with such force he spinned around from the impact and stood with his back to the man, The man gasped in...
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“ So آپ talked to Jet? “ he muttered taking a sip of his pop and placing it back on the counter, she nodded “ I had only come back an گھنٹہ later Bent, I found آپ in the Nervegear and Jet had sent آپ a message. I knew Jet knew about this so i made him tell me what the heck آپ were doing….” Aryess کہا gripping her glass of water on the counter with both hands, Bentley sighed “ Jet….he couldn’t even keep a stupid promise……”. Aryess perked up “ meaning? “ , “ I told him to do all he could to keep آپ from coming after me……but as آپ can see he did a bang up...
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posted by Robin_Love
I FINALLY GOT IT UP!!!!!!!!!


“Please Mr. Wayne? Pleasepleasepleaseplease? PLEASE?”
Devin followed the billionaire around the mansion, begging for his approval. He finally turned to her, his face set in stone.
“Give me a reason that آپ can back up.”
“The team has had major problems the past months from missions یا personal lives. This is the ability to let them relax and have fun after all the hard work they've put in.”
Devin's no-nonsense face matched his. He studied for a time.
“You'll be in set-up, clean-up, and any thing else responsible for this.”
“I promise! It will all be...
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((I haven't thought of a good عنوان so I just named it this.. please give suggestions also.. this is مزید of a prologue/chapter 1))

Moonlight seeped through the trees and on the large group of people. The leaders of the eleven clans stood high above them on a steep rock. Tonight was the only night out of the سال all the clans could meet together, in peace. Mummers spread through the crowd; along with hostile glares, clearly some member still had a hatred for other clans even on the night of the White Moon.

A low voice overheard broke the chattering into silence, it was the Wind Clan leader,...
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I feel like I'm gonna regret even writing this story, buy whatever. Hooray for over-used world destruction plot!

*****

Creak.... The branches of the trees groaned as they were pushed سے طرف کی the howling wind. The گھاس rustled, the leaves shook, and the night time air was cold. But all was محفوظ in a particular branch of a large درخت in the forest. Lychan and Hibi were asleep soundly, as they were used to the freezing weather. Richi, however, was being bothered سے طرف کی demons tormenting his dreams.

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His dream shifted once more. Another piercing scream rang, and an evil laughter joined the horrible...
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In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<

“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the سونا was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain آپ مزید than آپ believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged چھری on rock, making earsplitting screeches....
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He leaned against the birck دیوار that lined down the alley way, the puddles rippled as the raindrops fell from the sky and smacked its way on the ground. The dark ڈاکو, ہڈ pulled over his head created a shadow that covered his upper features, his lips had a slight pout as he listened to the rain around him . “ Early much? “ a voice spoke out, he turned his head and stood up regularly uncrossing his arms and spoke out back “ early? We agreed we would meet here at six “. He sighed “ sorry but the Allpine woods aren’t exactly that close”, he looked at his companion still “ have there...
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Otherwise known as "Reboot: 6P7e1-3". If آپ can figure out those numbers, you're a genius... Anyways, enjoy!
The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky

Eyes closed, she felt the world around her dissolve into duller colors of steel and cement. The windows crashed inwardly, دکھانا her in jagged glass, and she opened her eyes to the all-too familiar warehouse she’d called ہوم at one point. She swallowed fearfully as she realized it was exactly the same as before; same room, same outfit, same dream.
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find

She panicked as she turned a full 360,...
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Red Revenge V:
What Matters?

Trailer 2-



66DragonAnimations
In Cooperation With
The_Writer


For twelve years I've protected this city.

A red chevrolet, from the seventies, speeds down the street. Revenge jumps on سب, سب سے اوپر of it.

And this whole time, everyone though I was a hero.

Revenge grabs the driver and slams him into the steering wheel. The car skids and crashes into a wall, Revenge jumping off.

Let them think that.

Power Corrupts

Sam picked up the ہیلمیٹ and slid it on over his head. The screens glowed red and activated. Systems, weapons. He had enough to take out half of New York and still resist the police...
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posted by ValacYJ
Sometime in the future...not telling when!

What if all آپ understand,
Could fit into the center of our hand,
 

"Alright boys, this is it. آپ go in fighting, آپ come out alive. آپ go in and screw around you're dead" The unnatural's stood in front of a half collapsed building.  "Naliak, how much time do we have?"

Then آپ found it wasn't you,
Who held the sum of everything آپ knew,
 

"Around ten minutes." Naliak looked at his watch. 
"Good. Naliak, Edel. آپ two rescue the remaining victims. Scuro, keep the area secure, once the area is clear of civilians, bring the rest of the that building....
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posted by InfinityYJ
My mind wanted this.. and I completely hate my mind right now.. But I wrote it anyways... So... *goes and hides in corner*
It's kinda... creepy/weird. Forgive me.


“I missed you.”
The halls were completely bare, the rug was clean to perfection, but the house had an eerie air to it. The lights didn’t work well and the doors seemed to whistle creepily. Shadows bounced off the slightly dirty windows. He walked slowly, his bloodshot hollow eyes darting to and fro among the halls, jumping at even the slightest of noises. His mouth would open to scream when a sudden shadow came out at him, but...
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posted by -BelovedRobin
Welcome to Phantom Corps. We are a subdivision in the Justice League, other words, we are another branch. We specialize in mission that need hands to be dirty, breaking and entering and never getting caught. This Corps was formed سے طرف کی the Trinity: Wonder Woman, Batman and Superman and an ex-con Charm. Here are the current members.
_________________________
Your name is SOARIN' KYLE یا what the media has آپ SOARIN' WAYNE, however most people know آپ as STRAY and آپ recently got placed onto a new task force called," Phantom Corps." آپ are UNDOUBTEDLY pissed off about it, believing آپ are being...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
What would آپ do,


The two heros stood on the roof of the building.The sun was hidden away سے طرف کی thick, gray clouds. Thunder sounded, like Drums of War.
"You think your purpose in life is to sacrifice yourself and get nothing in return." He started. "You think there's no purpose to anything. Even the lives آپ save, its just another page of nothingness to you!" Ciel almost shouted.

If the Earth was crumpling,

"That's why I was born. I was created to save us all." She said, black hair hanging over one of her مرکت, ایمرلڈ eyes.

Right before your eyes?

The young man clenched his fists, his lower lip trembling....
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