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I have written my first Twilight fan fiction story! It is WIP





Bella is a college student, Edward a cop. Edward is much more than just a vampire. He is one of the world's oldest and deadliest creatures!

Can Bella handle this enticing, authoritative, formidable man? Will he free her from monotony and introduce passion, adventure and danger in her life?

Bella has never had a man make her feel the way Edward does. Her body reacts to him, almost instinctively, but she will fight against his domineering nature until he realizes she will keep her independence.

Edward also has never felt this way about anyone before, and his desire to protect Bella rises above everything else. He doesn't want to bring danger into her life, but he cannot bring himself to stay away. He realizes Bella coming to this city is going to attract danger with or without him, so he must stay diligent to keep her safe.

Edward works special jobs in his police department. The kind of jobs that require supernatural abilities to handle supernatural criminals. His job places him against some of the world's most dangerous creatures, and there is something about Bella that seems to attract these creatures to her...

Edward's backstory and ancestry bring this story to life in a unique twist that brings lots of action and adventure.

Characters: Edward, Bella, Jacob, Charlie, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, Esme.



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The Evil Emperor's Army



You Cannot Fool the Raven
 You are making a grave mistake. You know damn well no witches or warlocks killed those children. Their murder is being used to frame me and give a bad name to witches. Lord Vander warned as he paced in his cell with his hands cuffed behind his back. Jethro watched Lord Vander survey the structure of his cell, searching for a way out.

It don't matter, Jethro said, as he spat his tobacco on the floor. We got you witches now, and our town is never gonna allow witchcraft again after we let everyone know you killed those kids. You was so stupid to go into a bar in town when you knew we was after you. You don't even have any magic that you could use against our guns. I guess all those stories about you being so powerful was just made up.

Yea I guess so, and I guess all the stories about sheriff Mills being smart were just made up also. He doesn't even know enough to arrest the real killer. Lord Vander chose his words carefully.

Sheriff Mills is smart as a whip. He smart enough to kill those kids and frame you, ain't he?

Ah ha! So it was Mills! Thank you, Jethro. I just needed confirmation.

Huh? Jethro replied, hanging his mouth wide open in confused shock.

Transfixamorphis! Lord Vander's feet shrunk and hardened into claws, his nose elongated into a sharp beak, and his arms transformed into wings as the handcuffs slid down onto the floor.

Jethro, eyes wide, watched Lord Vander transform into a Raven.

The Raven took flight between the bars and out the window into the night's sky in search of his prey to justify a wrong.


The Death of a Cactus
 Julie stroked her finger down the wine glass, deep in thought, as she looked through her kitchen window into the back yard.

The insurance policy will provide me with a lot of money, but what am I going to do with myself now that I'm all alone? Julie thought to herself. The first few nights sleeping alone is going to be tough.

Ron, Julie's husband, was a successful lawyer who provided more than enough wealth for Julie to live the rest of her life happily. He was the backbone of their marriage. Financial security is not the only safety he provided Julie with.

Sometimes their large house seemed so empty with just the two of them living there, but now, with Ron dead, the house felt enormous.

Her lower lip trembled as she sipped her wine, thinking about having to make that phone call to Ron's parents to tell them their son was dead.

She walked into the living room and picked up a picture of her and Ron from their 20th wedding anniversary party. They were both smiling so happy and so in love with each other. They went to Barbados that year for vacation and met a wonderful couple with whom they shared their time. They found out Tina and Jerry only lived a couple hours away from them and they continued their friendship with them.

After I call Ron's parents, Julie said to herself, I will have to call Tina and Jerry to inform everyone of Ron's passing.

She placed the picture back on the fireplace.

Jerry better be convincing she whispered as she dumped the rest of Ron's poisoned wine into a large cactus sitting in a pot on the floor next to his dead body.

Sugar, she said to Ron's body, we had some good times, but I deserve a younger man.


The Treasure of Crychal the Dragon
 Legend has it that Muriatic Woods is filled with mystical creatures, lost treasure, and many dangers. Stories tell of evil curses, dragons, and fairies. Many a man has lost their lives by getting hooked on the tales of fortune and mystery that surround those woods. I warn ye all to never fall prey to that cursed place.

The bard had a way of storytelling that made people feel like they were living his tales. Three friends huddled close together to hear the bard's stories. Jana, Althalos, and Brom had heard tales of the dragon Crychal and her treasure since they were small children. They dreamed of one day being able to find Crychal's lost treasure.

Let me tell you a story of mystery and intrigue. Crychal was a dragon that spent her days collecting treasure from cities throughout all of Norealm. She was known to love shiny jewels and gold and was fabled to attack cities for their precious gems, killing all citizens and destroying the infrastructures with fire. Nothing is said to be left when she was done with a city. She was beautiful as she was deadly. Her scales sparkled with glitter that shone bright in the sun. Her cave entrance is protected by fairies, that also sparkle with magical glitter.

Crychal disappeared several hundred years ago and is thought to have died of old age. Some say she is still alive, remaining in her cave, feeding off of the occasional thrill-seeker who comes in search of her treasure. Her cave is said to lie deep within the Muriatic Woods. The Woods, however, house such treacherous, deadly creatures that no man has come from those woods alive.

The next day Jana, Althalos, and Brom set out on an adventure to the Muriatic Woods in pursuit of Crychal's cave and her lost treasure. The city folk told them they were mad and would meet their end in that cursed woods. Their families pleaded with them to see reason, but no one could change their mind.

Early morning was the best time to enter the woods as all creatures would just be awakening and the group could inspect the woods, surveying it for potential danger. After hiking 15 hours they were heading into deep woods as the night sky began to darken and so the trio set up camp for the night.

Jana awoke first and quietly walked away from camp to relieve herself, after finding an area of low grass and brush. Looking around, she realized she was standing on what looked like a man-made path. As she surveyed her surroundings, she noticed the distant air down the path seemed to shimmer. If she focused, she could see a hint of glitter from sunlight bouncing off of the air itself. She pushed her way through some of the bushes and vines that had grown up over the years and found she was standing on an old forgotten path.

Jana yelled to the others and they raced to her side. All three eagerly walked down the path awaiting new adventures. On their way, they met a bard, who was friendly and told them stories of dragons that they had never heard before. He kept them entertained as they continued to search for the lost cave.

A small arrow pierced Jana's side as she cried out in pain. Althalos spotted what looked like a tiny fairy, shimmering in the sunlight like glitter, carrying a bow and arrow, taking aim for another shot. As the arrow came towards him, he took out his sword, stepped to the side, and sliced the arrow in half. It fell to the ground. Jana leaped in front of the fairy, slicing her threw with her dagger. Glitter sparkled all around Jana as the fairy exploded. Another fairy, behind Jana, prepared to let her arrow fly. Brom's ax hurled through the air, striking the fairy, pinning her up against a boulder. Her body exploded in a flash of mystical glitter. As the glitter fell to the ground, it momentarily revealed an otherwise invisible opening in the rock.

I think we found an opening to a cave, Brom exclaimed excitedly.

After removing the arrow and patching up Jana's shallow wound, all four of them made their way inside the cave. Deep in the back of the cave, was a small opening in the corner. As they crawled inside, they laid their eyes upon the most gems and gold they had ever seen in their lives. Excitement filled the air as they rejoiced and congratulated each other.

Gathering up as much as they could carry in their duffle bags, they quickly made their way back to the path and on their way back home. Their new friend, the bard, came along with them.

This was way too easy, Jana said, nervously. Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

I think it was luck that the fairy dust revealed the cave opening for us. Other adventurers probably never found the cave and wandered around until they were killed. Althalos offered, trying to calm everyone's nerves. If we can get out of here without any more fairies, we will be fine.

When they arrived home, their family and friends shared in their excitement and prepared a celebration banquet for them. They invited their new friend to the banquet and sat around drinking and listening to him tell others of their adventure.

After everyone left it was just the three friends and the bard talking.

Breathing fire is not a dragon's most dangerous ability. The bard said to the three friends.

Dragons have a mystical ability to make you see them however they wish to appear. They can make humans see whatever fantasy they want them to. It's an easy way to distract them while they are tying them up and preparing to feed off their essence.

As he spoke, the bard's body shimmered.


The Longest Day
 I was feeling sorry for myself again. Sitting slumped over my kitchen table, shoveling spoonfuls of Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip ice cream into my mouth. I reminisced about my life before I had my daughter, Sissy. I was pretty, had an outgoing, fun personality, and a well-paying job that I enjoyed. With little expenses, I had plenty of money to do anything I wanted. I enjoyed going out with friends to local bars, hiking, boating, camping, and dating. My life was active and carefree.

I was feeling sorry for myself again. Sitting slumped over my kitchen table, shoveling spoonfuls of Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip ice cream into my mouth. I reminisced about my life before I had my daughter, Sissy. I was pretty, had an outgoing, fun personality, and a well-paying job that I enjoyed. With little expenses, I had plenty of money to do anything I wanted. I enjoyed going out with friends to local bars, hiking, boating, camping, and dating. My life was active and carefree.

I had dated Chad for three years. We were always on the go, enjoying life. After we found out I was pregnant, Chad proposed and I decided the best thing to do for the baby was to get married and settle down. When I had Sissy, I quit my job to become a full time stay at home mom. Money was tight, but we managed. We didn't have enough money to purchase a second car and Chad took the car to work every day, so there was little opportunity for Sissy and I to get out of the house. After several years, I started to become restless and cabin fever settled in. You take for granted things as simple as having adult conversations, until you do not have many of them anymore and you realize how important some simple things in life really are.

Chad was always exhausted after work and never wanted to go out at night. He would come home and relax in his recliner while I made dinner, then he would eat, shower, play with Sissy for a couple hours and then fall asleep in his recliner while I bathed Sissy and got her ready for bed. This was our nightly routine for the past several years. I was stuck inside my house, with no one to talk to but Sissy and no hope of getting out of the house during the days and nights. I began to get stir-crazy. Stir-crazy eventually led to frustration, which turned into depression.

As my frustration and depression began to grow, the only outlet I had to let my frustrations out was to wait for Chad to come home and express my concerns to him while Sissy took her late afternoon nap. Usually all I needed was a good ten minutes of whining and complaining in order to get it out of my system and then I was happier and more relaxed for the remainder of my day and night.

I will never forget the day it happened. It was the longest day of my life. After eating half a gallon of ice cream, I sat at the kitchen table to wait for Chad to come home from work. I was having a particularly rough day and was very depressed and frustrated about being stuck inside the house every day. As soon as Chad walked into the kitchen to greet me, I began complaining to him about how he takes me for granted and never wants to go out anywhere. I told him that getting pregnant and marrying him ruined my life. I never expected Sissy to hear me. She was supposed to be upstairs napping.

When we were done talking, Chad went upstairs to wake Sissy and found her bed empty. He searched the entire upstairs and then came back down to inform me he could not find her upstairs anywhere. We immediately began to search the downstairs rooms. When the last room was searched and there was still no sign of Sissy, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach. She must be outside, I yelled to Chad as I raced out the front door. I searched the front yard and looked up and down the road and saw no sign of her. Then I met Chad behind the house to look through the fields. She was not on our property or anywhere within our eyesight.

My fingers shook as I frantically dialed 911. The police sent a car out quickly. As I searched for a recent photograph of Sissy, I heard Chad telling the policeman she just had an argument with me about her frustrations at being a stay at home mom. Maybe Sissy overheard her. My body tensed at the thought of Sissy hearing what I said. I thought I might vomit for a moment. As I handed the photograph of Sissy to the policeman, I gave him a detailed description of her white shirt and flowered, green pants she was wearing. I felt numb inside. I could not believe this was actually happening. I could hear myself talking to the policeman but felt like I was detached from my body. It all seemed like a distant nightmare.

When the policeman left to organize a local search, I grabbed our Jack Russell Terrier, Betsy, and a flashlight and headed out the front door, telling Chad to call our family and friends and ask them to come help search for Sissy. I began my search in the fields around our property. We lived in a farming community so there was a lot of land to search. The daylight hours passed by as I continued my search onto my neighbor's field and yard.

I knocked on neighbors doors and asked for help with each new property I searched. Thoughts of Sissy falling into a well, I pushed back into the depths of my mind. We have to find her soon, I whispered to Betsy, who faithfully sniffed the ground as we walked. I think she understood Sissy was missing and was searching for her scent. As the day grew close to an end, my heart thumped louder in my chest as I watched the sun slip down into the horizon.

I was starting to become frantic. I worried about Sissy having to spend a night outside in the elements alone. She would be terrified. I tried to keep thoughts of guilt from interfering with my concentration, but it was a losing battle. How could I have been so stupid to say such things. How could I be so unhappy when I had the best little girl I could ever have hoped for. When I find her, I am going to be thrilled to spend every day and night inside with her and don't care if we ever get out of the house again. Once dusk settled in, I turned on my flashlight and continued scanning nearby fields for any signs of her. By now fear had me tight in its grip. Tears began to well up in my eyes and, in a moment of weakness, I dropped to my knees and began to cry.

Betsy cuddled up next to me, licking my face as I sobbed. In desperation, I turned my face upwards to the sky and began to speak out loud to my father. My father died when I was a teenager. When he was alive, we were very close. There was no problem he couldn't fix for me. I speak to him during times of trouble in my life even now. I tell him how much I miss him and wish he were here to help me. This particular night I pleaded with daddy to help me find Sissy. Just show me a sign I begged him.

After talking to my father, I felt refreshed and calmer and was ready to search on. I stood up, brushed the dirt from my knees, wiped the tears from my eyes, and began walking again with Betsy loyally trotting behind me, sniffing the ground. As I approached a neighboring farm, I noticed a lone bat circling the sky above the barn on the property. I paused for a moment to reflect upon memories of my father. He loved bats and coaxed them to live on our property by building plenty of bat houses and placing them in our trees. I spent many summer days helping him build bat houses to place in our trees. He used to say nothing gets rid of mosquitoes like a bat. Whenever I see one, I am reminded of him. As I watched this bat continue to circle in the same area over and over, I wondered, could it be a sign from daddy?

I ran towards the direction of the bat, Betsy on my heels. As I rounded the corner of the barn, coming up close to the bat, it suddenly swooped down out of the sky and landed on the ground just a few feet from a beautiful, dearly missed, sleeping, little girl. I lurched forward, scooping up Sissy into my arms and hugging her tightly to me as Betsy excitedly licked her bare feet. Sissy opened her eyes looking around as if wondering where we were. Thanks Dad I whispered into the night's sky.

Things changed drastically for my family after that day. I would wake up excited to spend the day with my little girl. I seemed to have more energy and ambition than before. Chad also had more energy. I think it was because we were both so much happier. I began driving Chad to and from work so I could have the car to take Sissy places during the days. We loved going to zoos, parks, movies and so many more places. Chad was so happy when he came home from work, he started taking us out places at nights and we would go out to eat once a week for dinner. I thought about how lucky I was to have such a wonderful family and to be able to stay at home with my child. As we all began to enjoy our lives more and time passed, we forgot all about that day years ago, the longest day of our lives.


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