The Vatican had not seen this much activity since the Templar's had been purged in that unfortunate incident several centuries ago involving a relic they never should have found. Today though, the activity was of a much different kind. The papal envoys had been dispatched to notify the nine immediately after the meeting with the Pope and Cardinals. Once the...
He was burning. He was burning from the inside out. Every kiss he left along her neck was like fire, the impression of his lips a scorching brand on her pale skin. Distantly, he could hear her moans, but the crackling of the flames was louder. Her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders before tracing down to his chest, her every touch as cool as he was...
Dusk settled over the horizon, enveloping the city in a stunning array of reds and oranges. The moon began to rise, bringing with it the promise of night. This was Rome, a place where for some the days began with sunset and the darkness held life. They were the city's best-kept secret, the vampires. And they preferred to keep it that way. The element of surp...
The life of a werewolf is a dangerous and thrilling thing. Trust me, I know. My name is Harold Rameau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been a wolfman my entire life. Please don't be frightened. I'm not here to eat you. I'm just a guy with a story to share, that's all. The story I'm about to sh...
'My fondest memories are of you Marcus...did I ever tell? I am a Courtesan of Rome and yet...that never troubled you as it did with so many other suitors. What's that you ask? Oh yes, my initiation into all things men desire... You always keep me focus, never let me reminisce the sweeter aspects of life do you... Well you have that in common with my mother,...
A work of fiction inspired by several current Vampire genre as well as ancient myths about supernatural beings. All Characters are fictional. ***** Natalie sat at her desk in her large, lavish Manhattan loft surfing the internet. Her loft was large and extravagant and for what she paid for it, it should be, she thought. It was decorated in a mixture of mo...
There is little that can scare me in this life. Except maybe loneliness. There is no cure for that and we're all vulnerable to it. Especially me. Side effect of being immortal, you see. My name is Amy Bigelow, but friends have been referring to me as Big Booty Amy for as long as I can remember. I'm a five-foot-eight, somewhat thick white chick with big tits,...
Blood was everywhere. She stood there, naked save for those fluids splashed against her ivory skin, lit by the moonlight like a goddess stepping onto our earthly realm. Her long mane was dark in the night but I could tell it would be the colour of flame in candlelight. She eyed me with the sensual cast of a predator, like a spoilt cat eyes a mouse with casu...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 3 - "What do you know about Hermaphroditus in graeco-roman mythology?" Professor Cavendish asked. "I know the poem," Saphy replied, quoting, "'Lift up thy lips, turn round, look back for love, blind love that comes by night and casts out rest.' 'To what strange end hath some strange god made fair the double blossom of two fruitless...
Arnaud's secretary had arranged for two limousines to pick us up at the Charles de Gaulle airport to take us to the town of Rambouillet, which was about an hour southwest of Paris. To get to the Goncourt family's chateau, one entered through an imposing gold-tipped black-iron gate that opened electronically. Once through the gate, we drove down a long tree-l...