The Ables
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
636
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fire to Fire
The bell was loud and the learning process was over, as usual she pretended to not know how to lift a pencil with her index finger.
“Rough day rebellious one?”
Atticus Lange, 19 years young, 6’0, brown hair tucked behind his ears, blue eyes, kind smile, friend of 5 years, grouping as a yellow with a few classes on green.
“Hey nerd”
It was rare to see a sincere smile cross Ava’s lips but he always did it.
“I heard you got a few classes outside your grouping?
“Mhm, it pays to practice, I’ll never ‘upgrade’ of course, but at least I’ll be best of my grouping”
“It’s all a waste of time to me, really.” Ava stared at the storm infused sky
“Maybe we will get lucky and some of them will get electrocuted”
Atticus wrapped his arm around his close friends shoulder and they started towards her dwelling.
The place in which Ava loathed living in, was a particular castle her father loved. It was very old, smelled horrible and had too many rooms. The gates were made of iron and nothing lived in the gardens.
“Atticus, I think I would like living here more if I had a mote and an alligator to accompany me”
“You and an alligator? I think I would fear that day.”
Atticus handed over her bag and started on his own path to his residence.
Maybe this would be a good thing if flying brooms existed for us.
Ava made her way through the gates and the spaces where a forever dying garden existed, only bushes of thorned things ever seemed to survive. She always hated pushing the stupid heavy doors open, and of course they had gargoyle heads imprinted on them.
“Maybe men over compensate for what they don’t have by having gargoyles everywhere”
Through the doors, her father stood, his icey eyes obviously speech ready.
“Avalee, another call from your heading, still being rebellious are we?”
“Well, I’m crying out for attention, it’s what youth is suppose to do.”
She ignored his further questions and the three woman crooning over him. Her father was very known in the town, I’m sure you’ve caught on to that part. A red grouping and very feared, in the Sevine Council, which is the kind of council you’ve really got to be impressing somebody to be in.
Ava made her way through the common room and sat in the vast library. Books and shelves for them going all the way up to the vaulted ceilings, the furniture was Victorian like, red velvets and dark woods, a desk in the corn and brandy hidden in a globe of your world.
A dark figure stood in the corner, watching her.
“Avalee, getting in trouble again are you?”
Corvle Forbis, 28 years of age, typical dark greasy hair, dark eyes, pale, brash, red grouping, a council men of the Sevine.
“Wouldn’t you be in trouble?”
Ava walked cautiously over to him, very slowly so he could watch every move.
Covle very forcefully grabbed both her arms and pressed her against him. Ava smiled slyly.
“Is there something that you want?”
Ava bit his ear playfully and started undoing his belt.
“I’m getting sick of these childish games, you know that?”
Ava rolled her eyes and bit his lips, Covle kissed her and when he felt so sure of himself, she would bite him a little harder, His hands were strong and were pulling open her pants. She pulled away and started walking off. Covle followed her and watched her slip off her shirt, admiring her almost ethereal presence. She grabbed him by his neck and pressed her herself against the fireplace, with her legs around his waist and her bare chest firmly against his, he couldn’t wait to get in her.
The fire grew a great deal and sparks hit the carpet setting small fires around them.
“What the hell!?” Covle in obvious frustration would not mind burning to death at the moment.
Ava grabbed her shirt, quickly put her pants on and sauntered off, leaving Covle to put the fire out.
“Avalee! What is all the commotion in the library?” Her father demanded.
“I think Covle doesn’t have the best of his abilities, quite the Pyromaniac, maybe you should look into that. Obsessions are not healthy to have, you know”
Ava steadily walked up the stairs to her sleeping room with a wicked smile on her face.
She loved fucking with them, all of them. They had not the slightest of idea of what she could do.
“Rough day rebellious one?”
Atticus Lange, 19 years young, 6’0, brown hair tucked behind his ears, blue eyes, kind smile, friend of 5 years, grouping as a yellow with a few classes on green.
“Hey nerd”
It was rare to see a sincere smile cross Ava’s lips but he always did it.
“I heard you got a few classes outside your grouping?
“Mhm, it pays to practice, I’ll never ‘upgrade’ of course, but at least I’ll be best of my grouping”
“It’s all a waste of time to me, really.” Ava stared at the storm infused sky
“Maybe we will get lucky and some of them will get electrocuted”
Atticus wrapped his arm around his close friends shoulder and they started towards her dwelling.
The place in which Ava loathed living in, was a particular castle her father loved. It was very old, smelled horrible and had too many rooms. The gates were made of iron and nothing lived in the gardens.
“Atticus, I think I would like living here more if I had a mote and an alligator to accompany me”
“You and an alligator? I think I would fear that day.”
Atticus handed over her bag and started on his own path to his residence.
Maybe this would be a good thing if flying brooms existed for us.
Ava made her way through the gates and the spaces where a forever dying garden existed, only bushes of thorned things ever seemed to survive. She always hated pushing the stupid heavy doors open, and of course they had gargoyle heads imprinted on them.
“Maybe men over compensate for what they don’t have by having gargoyles everywhere”
Through the doors, her father stood, his icey eyes obviously speech ready.
“Avalee, another call from your heading, still being rebellious are we?”
“Well, I’m crying out for attention, it’s what youth is suppose to do.”
She ignored his further questions and the three woman crooning over him. Her father was very known in the town, I’m sure you’ve caught on to that part. A red grouping and very feared, in the Sevine Council, which is the kind of council you’ve really got to be impressing somebody to be in.
Ava made her way through the common room and sat in the vast library. Books and shelves for them going all the way up to the vaulted ceilings, the furniture was Victorian like, red velvets and dark woods, a desk in the corn and brandy hidden in a globe of your world.
A dark figure stood in the corner, watching her.
“Avalee, getting in trouble again are you?”
Corvle Forbis, 28 years of age, typical dark greasy hair, dark eyes, pale, brash, red grouping, a council men of the Sevine.
“Wouldn’t you be in trouble?”
Ava walked cautiously over to him, very slowly so he could watch every move.
Covle very forcefully grabbed both her arms and pressed her against him. Ava smiled slyly.
“Is there something that you want?”
Ava bit his ear playfully and started undoing his belt.
“I’m getting sick of these childish games, you know that?”
Ava rolled her eyes and bit his lips, Covle kissed her and when he felt so sure of himself, she would bite him a little harder, His hands were strong and were pulling open her pants. She pulled away and started walking off. Covle followed her and watched her slip off her shirt, admiring her almost ethereal presence. She grabbed him by his neck and pressed her herself against the fireplace, with her legs around his waist and her bare chest firmly against his, he couldn’t wait to get in her.
The fire grew a great deal and sparks hit the carpet setting small fires around them.
“What the hell!?” Covle in obvious frustration would not mind burning to death at the moment.
Ava grabbed her shirt, quickly put her pants on and sauntered off, leaving Covle to put the fire out.
“Avalee! What is all the commotion in the library?” Her father demanded.
“I think Covle doesn’t have the best of his abilities, quite the Pyromaniac, maybe you should look into that. Obsessions are not healthy to have, you know”
Ava steadily walked up the stairs to her sleeping room with a wicked smile on her face.
She loved fucking with them, all of them. They had not the slightest of idea of what she could do.