Throne of Blood and Ash
Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Cruel Black Rose
Making my way up the stairs towards my room, a sudden jerking caught my arm, startling me, as I whirled to the bastard gripping me. Beneath my mask, my eyes contracted, into a sea of flames, as I stared at the Lordling bearing an arrogant smile.
"How much?"
"Excuse me?"
The blue eyes, blond hair Lordling smirked, silencing the restaurant, as many merely stared. He pointed to his posse behind him: " Me and the boys wanna hit."
Jerking my arm away, I turned, not even bothering to speak to them, as I made my way upstairs, wondering if the drama between everyone was over. I was sure Vesy was acting, trying to get a feel from everyone around him.
"Ayo bitch!" A howl caught my ear as I turned toward the group of three. A slow burn slowly gathered within my chest.
"How's seven gold sound?" He said, as the two men, or should I say boys giggled like a bunch of school girls.