Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
Randall Kraith was an executive at Golden Empire, one of the largest insurance companies in North America. He was a successful young man. He had what many people wanted. He lived in a townhouse in Manhattan. He had a salary of three hundred grand a year, after taxes. He led a comfortable life. He lived in perfect health. Randall had a life that most people w...
As I watched my own bleeding, bisected body, my eyes slowly flickered then closed. After I could no longer hold my eyes open, my brain started to fade. Then there was nothing at all. Then I felt my mind slowly fade back in, and I began to feel my limbs, and then I felt intense pain everywhere, then my nose started working, and I smelled the smoke of sulfur a...
Dawn rose, and as usual, Aton rose with it. After thousands of years he had the gist of his unusual existence. He looked around, unsure where he was for a moment. Slowly, painfully, he remembered. He was in a vast field, not far from the Moody Drive area of Kanata, Ontario. Nothing but farms in the area, though they were slowly being replaced by high-priced...
Author's note: This tale of Lovecraftian cosmic horror will make more sense if you start with chapter 1. Warning: this chapter is pretty dark and contains some non-consent elements. ***** Pekid moonlight cast a sickly pall over Miskatonic University and Abigail shut it out with the thick curtains of her dorm room. Her roommate Maria was staying with her bo...
For the Hessians, rape was evidently a normal part of making war. Anything portable, they took; anything burnable, they burned, and any woman they caught, of any age, they raped brutally and repeatedly. They also had other nasty habits including an almost inbred inability to take prisoners. And they seemed to love using the bayonet while most of the American...
Walking through the trees to a farm to stop an unknown amount of goblins and or orcs from destroying the place ; who are there for some unknown reason; trying to do who knows what; for a girl who's name I don't even know; for payment that I'm not sure I'll even get. Seems like a good plan. I left what's her name back a bit to stay out of trouble. Don't need...
If I had a dollar for every time some fool who fancies himself or herself a Hunter came after me, I'd be a rich woman. Ever since the world found out about my kind's experience in 2015, it's been pure hell. Vampires have lived among humanity for thousands upon thousands of years, existing in secret, stalking the shadows. We only killed when we had to, and we...
The sun will rise soon, and since I'm yet to feed, this is decidedly bad news. Soon the unbearable light will bathe the desert sands, and like all my kind, I must hide or perish. Such is my lot in life as one of the undead. I walk through the streets of Mogadishu, a slender, brown-skinned young Somali woman, my head covered by a nice hijab, my dress blowing...
With a swift swing of my bayonet, I cut the head off a large zombie. In mortal life, the creature had been a tall and chubby, forty-something white male, and it was still wearing the faded blue mechanic's overalls it had on when it died and reanimated after been bitten. The severed head fell on the ground, and I tossed it aside after bisecting the brain. Now...