Decembersville Ch. 46Chapter 46 "Drown, creature."Decembersville Ch. 46 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There were bright gems illuminating the dark, frosty chamber in specks of rose pink and forget-me-not violet, all collected together to encircle the lonely little cavern where the dispirited Mellon sat, gloomily licking his wounded hand with his long, dog-like tongue. Half of his body was covered by gem-light, showing off his doggish ears and eye and paw while the other half remained shrouded in a slab of darkness, silent and drooping in both fault and injury. You promised, she pleaded. You promised, she cried. He hated how much discomfort he felt with such words jammed into his mind. He never felt that way before. It hurt; badly.
"And you're just gonna mope around like this all night," Sasha mumbled loudly and sarcastically, hands on her hips as she slinked into the mine. Her ex-boyfriend made a fierce stare at the ground.
"What do you want?" he
Decembersville Ch. 30Decembersville Ch. 30 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 30 Darkchovi
Hey! Do I look like your slave!? Cassia commented loudly in the dimness of the empty pub while being given an impossibly tall pile of dishes from the bartender, who was smiling sadistically and even giggling to how well his acquaintance was taking everything. It was storming violently outside in the city; so violently, the dim candles on the ceiling were flickering. Nobody was in the small restaurant but the bartender, the head waiter, and Cassia.
Oh, you love it, you know you do! Darkchovi, the manager and bartender of the Dark Brothers Pub laughed meanly while just placing the heavy porcelain plates in Cassias arms. He was skating in his usual four-wheeler leather skates and smiling his funny smile, allowing his white cat Burnsy to lie lazily over his shoulder. And think of it as a sweet favor for a good friend! You wouldnt want me trip and fall, wo
Decembersville Ch. 43Chapter 43 Knowing thy enemyDecembersville Ch. 43 in Fantasy More Like This
"Those stinkin' vultures. Next chance I get I'll throttle 'em by their scrawny necks," Darkchovi mumbled as he hammered some wood back into the walls of his restaurant, angered and frustrated coming back to his pub overrun with bullet-holes, a broken doorknob, shattered glass, and ruined tables. Everything seemed confiscated and it just got him cheesed off badly. "Jeez, Chovi! Sorry about the bar!" a freak customer exclaimed, helping to hammer wood into the walls as well. A bunch of citizens and the usual bar customers came by not for a drink but to help the bartender out with his current dilemma, polishing things, picking up glass (and some freaks eating them due to their processing stomachs), hammering into wood, refreshing some paint, and fixing up the tables.
"Aw, thanks man, but it's all good," Darkchovi smiled widely as he stood up in his skates, rolling away from the wall to the long
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Chapter 31 Epiphany
Campara and Chimabell both screamed in terror and Bella was frozen in place, guilt and denial constricting his senses. No. He DID NOT just push their mother out the window. He couldn't have. Please say he couldn't have.
The youngest brother could barely breathe and he ran over to the large, broken glass window, running past the gun on the dark floor and peering over the edge where their mother was pushed through. His heart was pounding massively and the sounds of his bell ears made the rain outside begin to pour over. He could see his mother, Felicity von Pyre, hanging over a ledge a few feet beneath the high window, forty feet off the concrete ground. She looked unrefined and she was whimpering, trying not to let go. Chimabell screamed "MOM!! MOM!!" He caught her attention and she looked up at her son, yelping to see that monster's face in the night rain.
Her son ben
Decembersville Ch. 28Chapter 28 Zeros risks and Chimabells rageDecembersville Ch. 28 in Fantasy More Like This
Gellatin Square was jam-packed; there were even more attending the meeting than intended. Zero stood in the crowd, looking up at the high balcony where the mayor made his speeches, heart pounding like mad. If he had a nickel for every time someone said Im sorry about your house, Zero, and Thank goodness youre alive, man, he would be richer than the von Pyre Bros. were. Speak of the devil, they made their entrance on the balcony; minus one. He looked up, trembling when he heard the chiming of bells and saw the two aristocratic brothers with umbrellas appear upon the balcony, looking down over the mass chaos. He prayed that they would not notice him in the immense crowd. The brothers were scanning the angry crowd, looking terribly serious; they were looking for someone.
Better to calm them all down. Well ask for Campara
Decembersville Ch. 17Decembersville Ch. 17 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 17 Traitors
Thirteen is hiding her and I know it! Chimabell jumped up from behind Camparas tea chair, causing her to choke on her tea and fall out of her seat in extreme surprise. Hes got her, hes got her, hes got her, got her, got her! Am I good or what!
Campara recovered then threw the tea pot at her little brothers head. It didnt miss. He laughed as it shattered against his skull and he fell to the gray carpet floor, giggling like a girl scout. Internal brain damage cant change my conclusions, sister dear! Thirteens got Sophia and hes hiding her from us cool guys!
Thir-? His name was ZERO, you little idiot, Bella said as he loomed over his sibling who was lying down on his back happily. He kicked Chimabells head toughly.
Aww, go ahead and kick me. As if a tea set wasn
Decembersville Ch. 48Decembersville Ch. 48 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 48 The Blamed and the Forgiven
A wretched weakness corrupted Merry's flight for a reason he was unable to explain, so he gently floated through the rain and landed atop the icy, black stairwell that led high up to his towering castle. He never took the steps before because flying always made it so much faster and so much easier to get home rather than walk up over two-hundred treads. But there was something in his chest that got him to pause, landing softly upon a stair and allowing the rain to drench him from head to toe. Thunder rumbled as he rasped to himself "It is done." The vengeful vampire made a limp smile but then looked down at his white, wet hands as if he has personally shredded his victim limb from limb. There was the feeling of worms in his chest that he could not recognize. "It is good," he whispered, intensely in denial of the certain feeling he was gaining. "It is done and she is no longer there." Then he forced himself up t
Decembersville Ch. 36 Chapter 36 Firework turbulence on a flying pianoDecembersville Ch. 36 in Fantasy More Like This
An hour has passed since their previous rest stop and then the posses piano vehicle finally came to a stop. Sophia and Zero were terribly refreshed and happy to see light again after being stored down in the compartment for a long while. This doesnt look like an Eccentric Avenue tme, dude, Mellon commented, staring ahead at the grandly grimy swamp ahead of them. Actually, Im not even too sure we should even BE here.
Darkchovi hopped off the vehicle and told everyone to get off of it and steer clear, allowing Butler to once again switch some gizmos around in the back of the strange rickshaw. It was an amazing sight, what everyone just saw. A tremendous balloon spewed out from the center of the car and inflated automatically, not changing the spacious seating within the vehicle but certainly makin
Decembersville Ch. 50Decembersville Ch. 50 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 50 Kind Lights and Annoying Saviors
Sophia coughed fragilely into her hands with a powerful urge telling her to lie down, but she just kept on with her trek through the dark, root-infested forest. She tripped over fallen branches and her heart hammered during her run away; the world was freezing cold and the only source of lighting were but the moon gems stuck within the curly, thick trees dull, lifeless, barely helping the poor sick one out during such a dilemma. She felt something in her head pounding with her hand remained clutched around her dead flashlight, her memories of that nightmare haunting her in the frightening darkness. Tears fell down her face whilst she hopped over roots and tripped through black bushes of frost and leaves, fear overpowering her senses with bitterness. The woods were silent, their tree canopies so high and so covered that not a speck of snow from the storm above managed to