New Life in Rianate 7 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 7

... “Really? You’re making jokes, right now? What if she kills us? The last thing you ever said was ‘I’m an asshole and I’m gonna make jokes as we’re screaming our heads off and dying. Har har.’” We tried to keep a straight face but Aya broke out giggling and holding her stomach. At the worst times, we were making jokes and laughing. “See,” Lena growled. “That’s the annoying thing about you three: you don’t know how to shut up and be serious.” “Rude!” Aya pointed a finger at Lena. “Says the crusty old woman who feeds off of children.” Tao and I both slapped her arms and Aya did a teasing face at Lena. Okay, at the worst, worst times, Aya was still making jokes and putting all of our lives at risk. As Aya settled down, my eyes scanned over the room so I could know what my surroundings were. The room was probably the size of two of my classrooms put into one, and a bunch of storage stuff and plastic coverings thrown everywhere. On the west wall, there were big plastic covers over the broken ceiling-to-floor wall, and it was a great height to fall down to the cement. The cold night breeze was making everything wild, there were a few loose papers, the plastic was loud and obnoxious, and the four banged-up light fixtures barely had working bulbs, so the sound of electricity crackling and a slight creaking filled the top floor. The dim light was casting creepy shadows over everything, so any which way I turned, there was something to worry about. I even spotted a tiny rat in a corner, ...

... scurrying along to get somewhere other than here. Lena cleared her throat once more. “So Lena,” I directed towards her, “your point of all of this is to hurt people and have excessive powers?” Lena nodded. "Yep. And, trust me, if I had not of taken their lives, things around campus would be so much different. Oh! And, Eris, you do remember the one time you were in Dallas' apartment and I accused him of killing that dragon? Or, the numerous occasions I have had to talk to the Twins about stealing or killing? Yeah, I did all of that stuff myself." Wow, and Superman flies. Lena winked at us and a rusty grandfather clock in the back of the room tolled 1am. "Ah! It's time!" she exclaimed. Lena snatched up nine Kilner jars full of dust, lined them up on the table and grabbed a knife. She started speaking a form of ancient Riate that was hard to follow as she slit her wrist, leaving behind a long line of scarlet red blood. I could see something changing over her, like she was Bruce Banner forming into the Incredible Hulk, only she was not turning green and she most definitely was not becoming larger and buffer. Instead, her long blue hair whipped in the wild breeze, I could even spot her racing pulse throbbing under her skin, and her voice was booming through the air. All of the dust shook and vibrated in the jars, making a loud clanking noise on the wood that reminded me of a bunch of girls racing in heels (if that was safe). Lena finished the spell, and all of the dust embedded in ...