Styhx

He stared at the barrel of her gun as he fell to his knees. “You don’t have to do this.” Tears stung her eyes. She breathed deeply, aiming the rifle at his skull. “I wish that were true. I really wish that were true.” Aluehart closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, afraid to see what she knew would happen when she pulled the trigger. Afraid to see what her brother would become once the rifle went off. Shaking, she knew that if she didn’t open her eyes and do this right, she would miss. This wasn’t something that she could bear doing again. Opening her eyes, Alue stared down at her brother. He knelt wh

“Where is he?” “My Lady…” “Answer me,” the woman hissed, her brilliant emerald eyes narrowed down at the courier. In his silence, the woman stood up in her fury, her shrill voice ringing out, echoing through the marble chamber. “Answer me! Where. Is. My Husband?!” Each word was punctuated by the sharp striking of her heels on the marbled floor. The last word came out as nearly a screech, hitting the courier like a knife in the chest. Still the man did not rise, nor flinch away. He bit his lip, holding himself straight. As the woman stopped in front of him, he finally brought the courage

“I’m not so sure that this is a good idea,” Matty’s voice whispered out in the darkness. His dark eyes shone in the light of the flashlight that he held, his head turning towards the friend behind him. He could barely see it, but he could sense that Bridgette’s bright green eyes rolled in her head. With a frown, he took a breath to continue his complaints, but the girl shut him up with a shove to the back of his shoulder. Grunting, Matty continued forward, listening hard to the sounds of the night that pressed in around him. “Don’t be such a baby,” Bridgette’s voice came, finally, as they

It wasn’t a pretty sight, watching as the Lord of the Underworld appeared in the room. A slow, swirling cloud of black seeped across the room, chilling the others. Heads turned to watch as a small spot at the head of the table began to bubble with the cloud. It was silently growing, bigger and bigger until it was about the size of a man. Only then, did Hades steps forth, his form ominous and pressing. Stepping through the dark mists, the god slowly made his way forward. His arms crossed over his chest as he stopped, his gaze hidden behind the dark helm that rested upon his head. Steadily, the room grew darker, colder. All of the eyes w

His ears pricked as he felt the wind change direction, blowing into his face. The young worgen took in a deep breath, scenting the air around him as if he were on the hunt. He crouched down, his paws digging into the soft earth beneath him, claws lightly scraping against the mud. The worgen knew that he probably wasn’t alone. In fact, he could probably place his sister somewhere nearby, if he tried to hunt her down. She was probably somewhere off downwind of him, letting him have his own little moment. He couldn’t help but appreciate her care, but at the same time, the young worgen wished, desperately, that they would all trust hi

A loud yawn echoed within the small space of the female's bedroom. The redhead stretched out upon her bed, her green eyes closed tight against the bright rays of sunlight that tried desperately to penetrate the blinds. A squeak escaped her as she hit the climax of her stretch, a sigh passing through her lips as she relaxed, satisfied. Somewhere a little ways of she heard her phone buzz. Again it went off. And once more. Grumbling a little, she rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat up. "I'm coming!" She hissed, annoyed, as the phone went off again. Throwing of the blankets, the scantily clad female made her way to the phone, remembering

Staring hard at the piece of paper that lay in front of him, the young man ran a hand through his dark hair, the fingers gently resting briefly against the skin of his scalp. Before clawing their way into the skin as he clenched his fist, brown eyes screwing up tightly. A deep breath was drawn in, and held, before he let it out again. And another. And another. It took a few moments for the young man to regain his normal breathing, his eyes opening slightly, to small slits. Swallowing hard, he looked back down at the paper, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and anger, terror and uncertainty. Why should he even go through with this par

What was there that I could possibly write? There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say to make any of it right. Right? It was over. It was all over. Nothing would come out of this, whether anything made it to the page or not. It was useless. Pointless, and painful. Yet I couldn’t tear myself away from the page. Something held me there. Staring blankly down at the paper, eyes searching the thin blue lines for inspiration. For help. I could feel a mixture of emotions at the pit of my stomach, a rage of frustration that would normally swell and explode into a storm, a feeling of such desperation and pain that would have crippled me

“Yes, sir. I know, I’m on my way. I’m only a few minutes from the office, I’ll be there-” the man’s voice stopped as he suddenly noticed the shaggy brown dog running out onto the road. His phone flew through the air as he dropped it, grabbing at the steering wheel as his foot slammed down hard on the brake pedal. His tires screeched loudly in his ears, his arms struggling to keep the wheel straight. “Shit! Shit, no, fuck,” curses spilled from him as his dark SUV finally came to a stop, the loud ‘THUD’ and corresponding yelp not helping his panicking mind. He ignored his phone, unab