A teaser fore war of dog and bir.

Cuz I thought it would be fun! 35 stinkin ways!





1. Poke her in between her wings, then run away cackling maniacily.

2. Hug her, then say "Oops, I thought toi were someone else." then walk away.

3. Take away her teddy.

4. Take away her over-sized sweashirt.

5. Say she looks an awful lot like Brittany Spears with her blonde hair.

6. Rub her stomach, then say "Ooooooh!"

7. Dye her hair. She will kill you. Period.

8. When she is sleeping, write tomorrow's rendez-vous amoureux, date on the back of her neck with sharpie, then point it out later.

9. Poke Devin, then Fang, then her, then say "Looks like Darth Vader had kids..."...

I feel the rush of the wind, my panting breath, the cold stone of the tall glass fortress underneath my boots. I see the grand city as I stand in my red armor. In a sudden déplacer I launch a rope from a small metal device and I’m flying through the air, like my name sake a robin. I’m a bird flying through the air, my duty to protect the city is strong in my heart. I-
“Prince Richard! Prince Richard!” I sigh as I tear my eyes away from the skyline from the château windows.
“Yes, Wallace?” I ask, as I look at the fastest messenger in the kingdom, his face was rose from the cold winds and...

Sneak Peek Red Revenge Book 1: To Deny a Hero
Copyright 66DragonAnimations 2014/2015.

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Sam was right were Rose thought he'd be: at his father's grave. She walked up as silently as possible and stayed half a dozen feet away, umbrella shielding her from the rain.

The jour was gloomy. Dark clouds once again covered New York. Sam jerked the weeds out from around his dad's grave. He could've paid someone to. He didn't have to get his suit dirty replacing the fleurs on the grave, but he did. No one was allowed to touch his father's grave.

Sam...

Name: Shadow “Shad” Crock
Appearance: Silver/gray hair, fair skin, amber-brown eyes, scars on left cheek
Occupation: Tech guy of Mt. Justice
Skills/talents: A good tech person, good at fixing things, tactic mind, able to solve almost any problem, expert in combat, good with weapons
History: Shadow is Artemis' half-brother. His father is Sportsmaster. He was called Shadow because he grew up in his Father's. He was a part of the Crime Syndicate of Sports until Red Arrow (Roy Harper's clone) found them (just made that up). He tagged along with the clone, searching for fun. When that life got to...

Name: Shadow

Secret Identity: Dana Kylie Gracias (Unknown to the team)

Other Aliases: Phantom Ninja, Wild Cat, Ninja-Girl

Age: 13

Appearance: Thick black wavy hair chest length, chocolat brown eyes, tanned skin, slender but muscular for a girl. In-spite of the built she is petite and looks small for her years in both looks and maturity.

Personality: Since her birthday is on April 30th, she is a Taurus, which de-fore makes her stubborn, honest, and a natural born leader. She is also immature, funny, mischievous, cheeky, intelligent, creative, and very child-like. She can be aléatoire at some times...

((This is a poem about, Gage taking over Blade's body and killing everyone on the team.. it's kinad a tragic story of Blade and terror and the whole team. Also it's best to read this in the tune to "Hush Little Baby" But it sounds okay with out it :) .))

Revenge

Run away
Don't stay and fight
For toi can't beat evil's might
Blood so red
And soul so black
He prowls in shadows waiting to attack
She tries so hard to get it out
But he consumes her cœur, coeur with hate and doubt
She warns the others don't come near
As he fills her with pain and fear.
No one knew it was him,
Planning to get revenge.
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-On my mur post i mentioned i had a weird encounter with Superboy, here it is!


Conner remembered the fist time they brought in Harley Mei. He thought Mei was a funny last name, and then it was weird. because Roy was with her, he rarely saw the Old side... protege of Green Arrow. But he knew Roy had a thing for the new girl. toi could tell.
Conner glanced her way, and something definitely bothered him. Was it because she was new? That Roy was attached to her? Oh no, it was because Big Blue (superman) had his arm around her shoulder. He'd seen the look on Superman's face once before. But it wasn't...

He sliced at a dummy with his sword making it fall apart and heard a little noise behind him and loooked from the corner of his eyes to see two attackers coming at him from both sides, he backflipped out of the way and took out his small daggers throwing them at the incoming dummies and made them fall apart aswell, he landed on his feet swiftly at ease and stood in a ready position with his regular sized sword breathing heavily with sweat running down his forehead, he heard clapping behind him and flipped his sword back into his side pouch and turned around smiling. The man who approached him...

((This is super late, sorry <3 Also, sorry-not-sorry, Blade is an idiot))

"I'm bored..."
"Shush...."
"Uhg... I hate this."
"Shhhhh!"
"I don't like you."
"Shut up!"
There was sudden silence.
Then a sigh of relief.
"Your hair smells nice..."
"Plea-"
"So does your blood.."
"Dis-"
"Can I bite you?"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"
"I really don't like you..."

Two girls were posté up in a small enclosed closet. The team decided to go out on a mission; and like any third grade field trip, everyone got a partner. Rene went to gather her equipment and par the time she returned a very specific vampire was lounging on the...

((BECAUSE SAD SHIT MAKES ME SAD..))

"Can I come?"
"No..."
"Please!!!!!"
"Uhg B-"
"PLEASE..."
"This won't be a good idea.."
"Since when is anything we do a good idea..."
"Fine.. toi can come."

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Blood flooded from her mouth as he held her close. He was willing to be the barrier between the girl and the silver bullets whizzing past them. So far he was doing good, suffering only minor scratches from the brush he was plowing through.

But the girl? She suffered a shot to the shoulder and stomach. The skin was bubbling up like a burn and her coughs were becoming plus faint as the red liquid, she needed to...

Chapter One

Entry # No Longer Counting

"She killed him!"
"Its the Demon Woman!"
"She's a murderer!"
"Witch! Burn her at the stake!"

I could only stare in horror at the way the victim looked. I killed him with both poison and touch. I backed away as realization came to me of what I had done. I pulled my gloves back on without notice, and was abruptly pulled from my thoughts of the poor man laying before me.
I was roughly handcuffed, "Babylon, toi are being charged with the multiple attempts and successes of murder in the 2nd degree."
I almost fainted, I was being charged for murder, and anyone charged...

It's late. So what? Deal with it.


“Are toi okay mom?” Lexi asked.
Devin gave her a smile.
“Yes. I'm alright dear.”
Lexi sat in her mother's lap.
“What did daddy say?” Lexi asked, looking at the paper in her mother's hand.
“Daddy says he'll be accueil soon. He has a leave of absence for a few weeks and he plans to come accueil in a few days.”
“He'll miss Valentine's day. It's tomorrow, right?”
Devin nodded.
“Yes. But he doesn't choose what days he gets off.”
“I know.”
Devin kissed her daughter on the cheek and gave her tight hug.
“We'll have to surprise him with a late Valentine's...

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*Chapter XIV: "Distraction"
*Chapter XV: "Destruction"
*Chapter XVI: "Defusion"
*Chapter XVII: "Murder"

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Part Three:

*Chapter XVIII: "Storm Rising"
*Chapter XIX: "Powers" Part 2
*Chapter XX: "Gone...for Good?"
*Chapter XXI: "What Matters?"
*Chapter XXII: "Worry"
*Chapter XXIII: "Secret Midnight"
*Chapter XXIV: "Murder Cont."

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Part Four:

*Chapter XXV: "Calm Before the Storm"
*Chapter XXVI: "Happy ou Sad"
*Chapter...

Of course, this is about Shane. So anything in 1st P.O.V. Is Shane, unless I say so differently.

I have some really bad secrets to share with someone, so it might as well be you-a stranger, a dear reader. But why am I telling toi this? Because toi cannot hurt me. So here goes nothing, ou maybe everything? I can't really tell a difference anymore. 

     The night of my parents death was cold, snowy and a long one. I can remember hearing my older brother, Peter, screaming, as our parents were taken down in black slick body bags. 
"Our parents were vile! But they didn't deserve to be taken...