Challenge & Sneak Peak
So this isn't actually a chapter. This is because I felt like randomly posting something and the next chapter isn't ready yet. This is my challenge for readers. We currently have 269 reviews. If we can get to 300 before my next update, I'll have the resolution to the Terry problems within the next few chapters. If not, I'll drag it out to second year, or even third! You don't want to leave poor little Terry suffering do you? So review :).
I've also decided to show you these small excerpts from future chapters. You won't know when they'll happen, or anything about them. I'm sure you'll find that highly frustrating. So enjoy!
Preview 1)
Hayden was winded, lying on his back in the dirt with all of his weapons sitting just out of reach. He was defenseless, and helpless as he watched his professor's jaws clamp around his friends throat, his fangs tearing through the flesh and muscle and then ripped, opening the boys throat and spilling blood over the moonlit school grounds .
The boy who Hayden thought of as a brother lay there gargling on his own blood as it rushed out of his wound. Amber eyes turned their focus on Hayden.
Preview 2)
"We don't have to do this, you know. I have given you chance after chance but you've refused them all. Deny me again and I will have no choice. Join me. Together we could rule"
Harry smirked, one eye green and the other gold. When he spoke, his voice was infused with power and it sounded as though two people were speaking at the same time.
He hefted his angel blade and said "Not gonna happen," before charging.
His brother's blade met his own mid strike in a shower of sparks.
Preview 3)
Dri cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger, repeating each motion six times until the old western revolver was run dry of bullets. The shots impacted his target in the center of his back, the last passing through his opponents forehead and out the back, splattering brain and blood everywhere. But aside from grimacing and grunting in pain; or more accurately agitation; the being showed no sign of even feeling the bullets, let alone falling to the ground dead.
The black haired boy turned his dead grey eyes to Harry, who lay crippled about a dozen or so feet away. The typical eyes inherited by the Black family; now lifeless and drowned in the horror's they'd seen; met a panicked emerald green pair. Adrian Black; heir to the Black family, one of the Three Brothers of War; mustered up a small, shaky smile; the most he'd been able to muster for the past year.
Then, the air constricted around Dri's head, holding the body part in a vice like grip. Dri looked back at the very definition of evil; whose hand was outstretched towards Dri in the shape one would make when choking someone; and didn't flinch when he looked into the maniacal grey eyes. The same colour as his own, but different in every other way.