Lethero

Shifting back to his human form, Ash watched as the the elder man claid in crimson fell down after killing all the Friends of Humanity's soldiers. Ignoring the other people ...

Ash watched as the electro girl fell and blacked out. Even though it went against his loners pact, he was a big sucker for damsels in distress. He shifted to ...

Ash stared up at the barrels of the guns, and out of the corner of his ey he saw the soldiers' fingers begin to tighten around the trigger. With a ...

I am currently taking English 101 and we were given an essay on the first day on which we to write about out experiance as a writer. This is my ...

Ash ran down the tunnel towards the explosion, quickly pulling out the small caliber handgun from his boot. Rapid fire gunshots sounded throughout the tunnel. Dammit, Ash swore. Throwing his ...

Universe: Marvel (I guess) Real Name: Ash Alias: Shapeshifter or Wolf Occupation: Thief for hire. Known Relatives: All dead. Group Affiliation: None Education: Masters degree in mechanical engineering

Lethero sat up and rubbed the back of his head. He felt a lump and groaned. Standing up, he picked Blood Blade off of the ground and returned it to ...

Lethero watched as Nicarga attacked the human, blood squirting from his stump. He hurled his sword at a human who began pointing his gun at the back up of Nicarga's ...

*This is going to be fantasy/sci-fi, but I am just going to post it in fantasy.* Lethero wiped the blood off on the white shirt of the dead man laying ...

Lethero sat down on the grass as Nicarga walked off into the woods. He picked up his sword and rested it on his knees. Slowly he pulled it out the ...

Lethero sighed deeply, and turned to his pack wolves standing around the female. "Go,' he said, "tell the others there's been a change in the plans. We're going East now. ...

Lethero walked out from the tree in wolf form, his white fur standing out amongst the brown trees. He walked up to the female inoring her threats of attack. We ...

Lethero sat cross-legged on the grass in human form, the setting sun shinning off the white hair on his head. His sword, Blood Blade, lay across his lap wrapped its ...

Call me Ishmael. Cliche, no? Besides the cliche part with the name, it was ok. I only have a few problems with it though. It sounds a lot like Michael ...

the title of heir to the throne was , unceremoniously , thrust upon him. On each of its[s]’[/s] four walls There were 8 boys in total Spell it out, the ...