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Hello everyone! Right now I’m working on a story and it’s kinda different from my regular works. Kinda different, but not too different.i need your help to make it. So guys, this is my plan:

A group of bloodthirsty psychopaths kills and harms everyone they see. It’s got a kinda goth style. But...I need your help. I want y’all to give me some suggestions about how to do it. Maybe I can add a slow romance. I always struggle to make titles for the stories so please help me with that too. Here’s a bit of the story to make my idea a bit clearer:

(Nova pov)

my name’s Nova. I’m a member of the Blade Squad. The Blade squad is a squad of heartless freaks of nature all thirsty for the same thing—blood. I’m 11 years old and I was born with an unexplainable medical condition—my teeth can turn to fangs at will. I was thrown out of my family for trying to kill my brother.

Ever since I can remember, I feel a psychopathic pleasure in death and murder. Right now, I’m sitting with my parter in crime—Silver.
I’m clothed in a torn and blood-stained white shirt and light grey shorts. The moonlight falls on my dagger.

A guy is walking by. My next victim. I rush at him, grab him by the Neck and my fangs sink into his throat. I drink the blood and kick him aside. He’s too frightened to even scream. I dip a finger in the pool of blood coming our from his throat. I make a cross on his chest with my sharp and untidy nails and leave.

“Silver, he’s your’s now. yours to kill, torture and do whatever you want with.” I said with an evil smirk. Silver got up, dagger in hand, and went towards him. “Spare me! Spare me! I have a wife! And children!” Cried the guy. “Not so easily” Said silver with a smirk.

She kicked him twice and scratched out his flesh. Then she wrote her name on his neck with the dagger. “I, will spare you now.” She said. The guy was almost dead. We walked away.

We sat down behind a dirty abandoned building. “I wonder why you spared him, silver.” I said. “I was feeling merciful.” Replied Silver with a shrug.

Just then, another Blade squad member came and sat down beside us. “Hey Ashton” I said. He just ignored me and started talking about the guy he had almost killed today.

Ashton always seems to have some sort of enmity with me. I got up and punched a tree. After 793 punches, the tree fell. The tree had no bark so my knuckles weren’t damaged. Ashton got up, walked up to me. “It took you 793 punches to do that. Weakling” he said.

”Try to beat my record” I said. “Sure. That’s child’s play” he said. He chose a bark-less tree and started punching it. He did 793 punches but the tree was still firmly standing. “Who’s the weakling now, Ashton?” I Said maliciously. Ashton didn’t reply. Instead he pulled out a dagger. I pulled put my own. Suddenly he dropped it. “Too scared?” I Said tauntingly. “I don’t have time for amateurs” he said. “Neither do I” I said, walking away.

Hello everyone! Right now I’m working on a story and it’s kinda different from my regular works. Kinda different, but not too different.i need your help to make it. So guys, this is my plan: A group of bloodthirsty psychopaths kills and harms everyone they see. It’s got a kinda goth style. But...I need your help. I want y’all to give me some suggestions about how to do it. Maybe I can add a slow romance. I always struggle to make titles for the stories so please help me with that too. Here’s a bit of the story to make my idea a bit clearer: (Nova pov) my name’s Nova. I’m a member of the Blade Squad. The Blade squad is a squad of heartless freaks of nature all thirsty for the same thing—blood. I’m 11 years old and I was born with an unexplainable medical condition—my teeth can turn to fangs at will. I was thrown out of my family for trying to kill my brother. Ever since I can remember, I feel a psychopathic pleasure in death and murder. Right now, I’m sitting with my parter in crime—Silver. I’m clothed in a torn and blood-stained white shirt and light grey shorts. The moonlight falls on my dagger. A guy is walking by. My next victim. I rush at him, grab him by the Neck and my fangs sink into his throat. I drink the blood and kick him aside. He’s too frightened to even scream. I dip a finger in the pool of blood coming our from his throat. I make a cross on his chest with my sharp and untidy nails and leave. “Silver, he’s your’s now. yours to kill, torture and do whatever you want with.” I said with an evil smirk. Silver got up, dagger in hand, and went towards him. “Spare me! Spare me! I have a wife! And children!” Cried the guy. “Not so easily” Said silver with a smirk. She kicked him twice and scratched out his flesh. Then she wrote her name on his neck with the dagger. “I, will spare you now.” She said. The guy was almost dead. We walked away. We sat down behind a dirty abandoned building. “I wonder why you spared him, silver.” I said. “I was feeling merciful.” Replied Silver with a shrug. Just then, another Blade squad member came and sat down beside us. “Hey Ashton” I said. He just ignored me and started talking about the guy he had almost killed today. Ashton always seems to have some sort of enmity with me. I got up and punched a tree. After 793 punches, the tree fell. The tree had no bark so my knuckles weren’t damaged. Ashton got up, walked up to me. “It took you 793 punches to do that. Weakling” he said. ”Try to beat my record” I said. “Sure. That’s child’s play” he said. He chose a bark-less tree and started punching it. He did 793 punches but the tree was still firmly standing. “Who’s the weakling now, Ashton?” I Said maliciously. Ashton didn’t reply. Instead he pulled out a dagger. I pulled put my own. Suddenly he dropped it. “Too scared?” I Said tauntingly. “I don’t have time for amateurs” he said. “Neither do I” I said, walking away.