Is it gonna be a story including angels? If so, can I make a character application for your story, it's really good
Beth'POV I kept on tossing and moving in my sleep. I was having a nightmare but I couldn't wake up. *Dream* I saw a strange man wearing all black clothes expect he was different. He had two large wings attached to his back. "Sapete nostra specie. È necessario morì nel Ade. Non deve interagire con un angelo caduto.", he spoke softly but with anger in his voice. "Please you don't understand. I don't know why I deserve this!", I cried out. Then I heard a blade swiftly coming out. "Please…", I said softly. Quickly he took one swift of knife and sliced my throat. *End of Dream* "Oh my god... I'm still alive!", I said out loudly. " But what did he meant about the fallen angels.", I questioned. I looked up fallen angels and I found little information. "A fallen angel is an angel that has been exiled or banished from Heaven.", I muttered. This is just so fascinating I thought I to myself. I looked at the clock. 1:02am. Soon I fell a sleep peacefully on my brightly colored keyboard. Damien POV I wake up to see trees surrounding me. I cursed under my breath. Just then Lucus appeared with a message. "Hello Damien. You may be wondering how did I ended up here. Homeless and poor and living in the woods. I have mission for you. Care to hear", he said jokingly. " We need you to find this girl and bring her to us.", he said maliciously. A girl with long brown hair with neon green and blonde streaks to appear. She had green yes that looked like long streaming grass. "I know what your thinking. She ugly. Just go find okay?" I nodded. Then Lucus disappeared. Honestly I thought she was beautiful.
Name: Solin Raven Pryde "Raven" A kind and caring girl who is also protective. Looks- Bio: she grew up alone and has no siblings
Name: Tyreal Look: Those things coming out of his back are actually his wings, they're not feather wings, they're wings formed by magic Bio: The archangel of justice, he values the human race and will do anything to protect them. He hates all things evil and will stop at nothing to destroy evil itself. He is kind and caring towards humans and angelic beings, he is also very intelligent and possesses great power, his sword can break any armour.
"Good morning class. I've a special surprise.", Miss Jolly said with a smile. "Damien you can come in now!", she command. Just then a boy walked into the classroom. He had long but no too long hair. He had little white streaks with a hint of black. Damien had green eyes. Damien looked at me for a while. He had that fierily look in his eyes. "Damien is high honored student who came from the NY Institute. Even though he's 17 he had decided to socialize with kids his own age here.", Miss Jolly explained. "Since Miss Evanson felt uncomfortable working with Tristan you'll be working with her.", she smiled. I gave a weak smile. I thought Damien was gorgeous. He probably go out with one of these girl here I thought to myself. Damien sat next to me. "Now who would like to go first and share their poems?", Miss Jolly asked. Tristan raised his hand. Miss Jolly smiled at him. "She like a wolf Sometimes even a drug I can't get her out of my head She roams around by herself Like the lone wolf she is.", he said bravely. "Ah wonderful Tristan. Beth why don't you go up next." "Instead of writing a poem I decided to find one instead.", I smiled. "I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed. I flourish at every level of society. My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face. To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become. I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never that same. I topple governments and wreck marriages. I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion. I spawn suspicion and generate grief. I make headlines and headaches. Remember, before you repeat a story, ask yourself: Is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary?? If not, do not repeat say it.", I said proudly. Miss Jolly was jumping up and down. "Wonderful! Bravo! Simply beautiful!!", she shouted. What can I say this ditches can't handled my talent . Rate Comment Bump
Ahh cool, I can't wait to see what happens next, a little tip, before you post give it a quick read and make sure everything makes sense.