I just published “Chapter 7” of my story “KiniGeist (Hiatus)”. http://my.w.tt/UiNb/rpoBo95STu
You should read “The Psychic Cycle” on Wattpad. http://w.tt/1OLruCs
The story follows an African American boy who was adopted by a russian Family. His pevious family was murdered and his sister left with the Nikitins. As he stays with the family, he learns of heritage that contained many Psionic and mediums.
His main task is shutting down a Psychic User, known as a Pawn Psi, plans to awaken seven epitaphs that will bring the Machine Sleeping King that was shut down.
(The Ganglands are combined with three counties of India, Egypt and Japan. With these places all together brings their myths and legend)
Side Note: The writer does not own a computer with Microsoft word but tries her best which is poor.
The actual plot: a series of events take place in the UpLands and the door that separates the two worlds has broken, allowing the paranormal to run wild.
A King that sleeps in the Black Lands is trying to wake up but there our seven Keys that can unlock his tomb. If he wakes up, it could mean the end of all life. An apocalypse in both worlds.
Every bit his feet sank into the sands, to feel the approaching army, the heat on his back eased with the disappearing of Ra’s sun. He looked just over the hill of the pyramids, he smirked and took a handful of sand.
The key in his hand, triggered the sand to transform into his flail, which he called his bone. Ozzi rushed to him, “You don’t have to do this!”, he stated. “Your kingship… Please, not even your father wouldn’t want this”
Maybe his words were true, only he never followed his father’s wishes and he wasn’t going to now. The yells of the army were close and he smiled.
“These are the Ganglands, but why do we live here. At the bottom of the world is Phantom Jungle and in the middle is Hell and Haven. This is how our world works, Ozzi”
“Sir?”, Ozzi looked confused, his eyes ran back and forth at his majesty and to the sand dust in the distance. “Pup…”
“Call in A.F.R.O. I figure since you won’t let me risk my life”, Pup smirked. “I think we should call in the band of seven”
“But sir!”, Ozzi grabbed his arm just as he turned around. “This isn’t an army… It’s Kurohana”
He looked beyond his balcony and saw the four giant Samurai emerge from the sand dust. He swore under his breath. “Ozzi… get Rollin”
“Sire… Rollin, they mummified last night. Will you make the dead fight?”
Pup thought about his words. Make the dead fight for his army or die defenseless, was the question that plagued him.
His wolf smile grew and looked at his scribe. “Yes”