Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? Thank you searchingforperfection for helping me edit the entire So I'm Not a Vampire? novellette. Thank you to my beta tester, Fanfare, for reading the entire Peaches series. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to work out those rough edges in the story. Thanks :) Alright,...
The suns barely starting to rise and the humidity is already reminding him of his last trip into the jungle. Except this isn't some jungle and he isn't on foreign soil. No, today he's in the area of the country known as the Ozarks. A rolling hill, heavily wooded area that the locals decided to add the word mountains to the name. Mountains, yeah what the fuck...
After the first two pages it became obvious that this was no ordinary diary. No diarist starts off with a short autobiography for a start. Colonel Emerson had evidently meant it to be a record for posterity. At the time of the Torgon invasion Emerson was forty-six years old, married with two teenage children and head of police in Dorivar, which turned out t...
Cheyenne sat up in her bed still reeling from the nightmare she had just experienced with Gore warrior. "Oh sweet Jesus what have I done? When I told him I would not go with him he pushed me into the graves, and hands came up from the graves trying to drag me inside." She told them as Hank took her into his arms. Cheyenne was fearful to fall back to sleep f...
(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.) Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard thi...
This story starts out a bit slow. Please don't be impatient as it picks up midway. Hope you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it! ***** My story begins in Las Vegas, one of the world's greatest place to have fun. I traveled to this great city to unwind from my recent hectic work schedule: trust me, 12 hour shifts stuck in a cramped office for days str...
Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
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...
I woke up still from the night before and the play we had, Mistress to the left of me, Emma to the night. Mistress was snuggled up to my chest, I slowly pealed her hand off my chest and quietly went down stairs and made coffee and toast for her and Emma. Realising we had no milk, I quickly ran down to the shop knowing Mistress wanted her coffee before colleg...
The Vampires. I absolutely hate the breed. I hate the fact that people think they're sexy or cool. Vampires are predators. I wish people would realize that. Oh, well. It's my job to kill those freaks. And I do it happily. My name is Jeremiah Heller. I'm five feet nine inches tall, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and hazel eyes. How would I desc...