Princess Love - AJ Joseph (best fiction novels of all time .txt) 📗

out menacing. The desired effect is derived from the 8 tall, and muscular werewolves who are the murderers of my family. No doubt about it, they may reek like drunks but the unmistakable linger of blood was on them. But the thing that haunted me the most was the marks on their bodies that perfectly matched the marks on my family members. I knew exactly who killed who and who helped who. Not that it mattered, but this was new. This talent was unexpected.
"Who are you little miss?" One of them slurs.
"Maybe its one of them purty little maids the others were talking about." Another states.
"Maybe we could have some fun with this one too." This one doesn't seem as drunk. "We'll discard of her once we're done." For the first time I notice female bodies scattered on the floor. The other maids, well the ones I didn't like. They looked violated, were scarred, and mutilated. That sight sickened me and enraged me even more.
"Lets not, idiots. She's wearing a white hood and white clothing that covers her body entirely. Reminds of someone, anyone." Not as startled as I should be, I notice a nice looking man leaning behind my parents. He doesn't have any marks on him, he didn't kill my family or anyone in his lifetime, but from the glint in his eyes and the way his smile gleams I know he's capable of killing anyone.
'You don't want to hurt them. You don't want to. Your powerless against them, you know you're going to lose.' I hear this voice in my head denoting me, swaying my actions. I look to see the smart werewolf looking at me intently.
'NO!' I scream in my head. I lift up my hand only to notice that I dropped my sword somewhere, instead I get 1 of the 3 daggers I didn't use before. Aiming the first one I hit one of the menacing guys square in the chest. These people needed two people to kill just one person in my family, they would be easy kill.

Okay so 2 daggers, 3 shirakins, and no sword. Now standing are 7 werewolves without counting the man man with the unknown speices. It doesn't seem as if I'll be able to spare any of my weapons for him, but for some reason I feel as if he will not be there for very long. So I calculated, I can hit 1 guy each with the daggers and make the shirakins move in a circular motion to take out 2 or 3. They began to move towards me and I didn't bother to care, they would be dead or dying when I got through with them. So I could kill all of them if I threw 2 shirikins and they only hit 2 people I would have only 1 person standing which I can hit the last person with. 

 My cat instincts take over and I let them, I'm still doing the math in my head thinking of other ways to take them down and not get all my babies dirty. When I get into cat mode I don't remember what happens all I know is that all I am is a blur to the werewolves, even to my people. Grunts and last breaths are being taken and I haven't stopped yet. I don't stop, not until I hear the cry from the doorway. The little gasp of someones innocence being taken away. I turn and I see a horrified Anja standing there. For once my all white clothing is dirtied. I am covered in blood from head to toe, my hood is drawn but I let it down. 

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Publication Date: 07-18-2011

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