WIP: The Prince’s Journey

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The Prince’s Journey

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Bernard Walden never knew his family. He grew up at a Catholic orphanage in the middle of nowhere Iowa, from the date of his birth. He spent his childhood playing with toy soldiers and planning one day to go to West Point. To be an officer in the Army. To lead. Right before his eighteenth birthday and three weeks before he left for West Point and left the Iowa Orphanage and loneliness behind forever, his life would change forever. It was a typical Iowa July day, humid enough he was breathing his daily intake of water, he laid down under the ancient oak tree that was his sanctuary when he was a child. Laying there he picked up an old toy solider; he used to spend days setting up enemy sides, his sides and planning how he would one day lead his Army. From childhood fantasy to reality in a way. Laying there lost in memories he let himself drift into sleep.

When he woke he found himself no longer in Iowa. He found himself in a foreign land lot to time. What was stranger was the man staring at him like he was the greatest thing he had ever seen. That was how he found himself in front of a person stating they were the Queen and he was heir to the throne. And they were at war and they needed his help. But can he help them? Can he end the war before it costs their world everything? Will he make it back to the world he grew up in? Does he want to go back? With blue eyes and whispered encouragement in his ear, will he find the ending to his journey in the land that time forgot? Or will he fail in his task and lose the choice?

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WIP: The Quest To Find Home

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The Quest To Find Home

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Nysa was born to nobility on her planet. The only problem was that she was born, well a she. Her clan had ruled the majority of the world, and her only duty was to be raised to be a bride to the next clan leader. The issue with that? The bride not only was expected to take care of the home, but to be able to be his right hand in battle; always sacrificing herself for the leader. She hated her betrothed. She hated her planet. She hated everything. So at age of 100, twelve and half years before her majority were she would marry Oryann, she stole a ship and severed all ties to her clan and planet. She crash landed on Earth five years later. She noticed that her horns and tail were the only things that prevented her from fitting in with the humans. So she removed her horns and tail. She then began to carve a life for herself. Hoping to find a true home.  Now three hundred Earth years later, Oryann has found her… and he has sent the Bega Demons, intergalactic bounty hunters, to bring his bride home to him; after all he cannot be the clan leader without the princess.

Oryann sent the Bega Demons to bring back his bride. He wanted to make changes on their planet but to do that he must be the clan leader. To be clan leader one must marry the heiress of the royal family. They only had one child, Nysa. And she ran because she did not want a life where if they had a daughter they would be raised as a sacrificial lamb to protect their husband. He had to show her a mask around her parents, but now her father and mother were dead, it was time he gained his bride. But as she runs from the Bega Demons, or destroys them, he realizes he may just have to go and gain his bride himself.

Will Oryann gain his bride? Or will Nysa run towards the freedom she has known these three hundred years? Or will she find something worth more than her imagined freedom as she continues her quest to find a home.

Lucifer’s Promise: The Nine Gems

WIP: Lucifer’s Promise: The Nine Gems

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“Everything changes. Without change we grow stale. You live you change you die. The question is do you let change rule you or do you rule the changes. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger they say. But sometimes what doesn’t kill you should, as death brings change. It doesn’t need to be a physical death, it can be the death of a belief or an idea. A mental death. A spiritual death. But you can’t escape change. If we don’t change we might as well cease to exist. Even as immortals we must change. So when your life changes you have two choices. Lay down and die or fight back and control your changes. Either way you change. Something inside you changes. It can’t be stopped. These mini deaths. The you, you were yesterday died. The you, you are today will die… but you live on as long as you don’t let your destiny control you. If you do you will only know contentment at most and never know the true happiness of life and death. Don’t let change rule you… you rule the changes.” Lucifer to Kari A Guardian’s Life

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To Tell You

To Tell You

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totell you

I know I was rude to you,

Many times, even mean…

Sometimes I wonder if you knew

How much I really cared…

Care… Yes, care… Though you are gone,

the word must be present tense.

Today I would love to tell you

How much you meant to me…

How you made me who I am…

Today I want to thank you for your love,

And for always being there,

Even when I pushed you away…

And push I did.

I still push.

You would think I would learn.

Because I want to tell you

How much I love you…

But I can’t.

God took you home

At first I denied it…

It couldn’t be true…

You were to young…

Not even Fifty-One.

But before the denial…

Before I was told…

I already knew…

Because before that…
I begged…

Begged A God I thought I knew…

Begged for you…

Offered whatever he wanted…

But it wasn’t to be…

The barging didn’t take…

So came the denial…

The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach…

But I didn’t get to feel that for long…

To many needed me to be strong…

As God took you home.

Before I was ready for you to leave us…

Me…

I wasn’t ready for you to leave me.

Selfish?

Maybe…

But true…

Because then came the anger.

I hated you…

Hated you for leaving her…

Hurting her…

Especially her…

Leaving them…

Hurting them…

But in the end?

Most of all for leaving me…

For making me show the world how much I really feel…

I couldn’t hide it behind my mask…

This pain was too much…

Even years later I can’t hide it…

The rawness still there…

You made me show my emotions…

Even your name can bring them to the front…

Tears to my eyes…

Pains in my chest…

The hate has gone away…

Though it took a long time…

To long maybe…

But it did go away…

In its place a gaping wound…

A gaping wound that opened a door

A door to the darkness of my mind

I had once locked in a cage

It got free because of this wound

It almost cost me my sanity…

But I got the darkness back in the cage…

And allowed the wound to start to heal…

A wound that is still healing…

Will always be healing…

Because this is a space nobody can fill…

I want to tell you I love you…

And I miss you more and more each day.

I love you Dad…

And wish you were here with me today.

Random WIP: Forbidden

Random WIP: Forbidden

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The supernatural war of 1775 stood beside the American Revolution hidden in the shadows. In the end the war would become the bloodiest ever seen in all the lands; but not a single magical being was able to take control. They separated. Each got their own set of lands. Each had the own laws. Never could another mate with a magical being outside of their species. And that is how all magicals grew up. Hidden within the mundane world taught to hate each other.  That is how Tala Rollin grew up she grew up learning werewolves such as herself were better, and never, ever associated with magicals that were not werewolves. After all her father was on the high council of the wolves, why would she ever think different? Then she went to away to college, in her last year she ran into a man whose scent filled her with a desire to mark him as her mate. Arian Merrick. She finally thought her life was going to be complete.  Then she discovers the unthinkable as they were dating. He was a Warlock! Arian Merrick, the man she wanted to make her mate was one of her mortal enemies! But isn’t love supposed to be worth fighting for? She gave her heart and soul to him from the first scent. How can she walk away from that? Their love will restart the wars. In the end will their love cost them their lives? Or will it finally be the first step into ending the bloodshed in their worlds? Will this be the turning point to ending the war of the magical beings? Discover Tala’s and Arian’s story in Forbidden.

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