La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Surrounded by angry rednecks irked at the fact that I danced with a white woman in a saloon, it occurred to me that Galveston, Texas, is definitely no place for a Black man. Lesson learned, folks. Stay away from blonde-haired white chicks with British accents while in the Midwest unless I'm armed. Cool. I'll remember for next time. Now the question is, will...
Driving back towards Charleston I was thinking over what I had to do tonight to rid myself of the lycan problem. Ideally I would have a couple of days to handle the situation but time was of the essence. The situation was much worse as I now realized that tonight was a full moon. As I said before, the good things about angels and lycans were that they oper...
Author's note: Pt. 1 This is a story that deals very heavily with suicide, and thoughts of suicide. If that topic is too sensitive for you, then I highly suggest you do not read this story. am aware that there are people reading this story that have either thought about, or even tried killing themselves. There are also people reading this that have had to...
Moonlight bathed the forest, a cool breeze rustled through the dense canopy causing the ancient trees to sway eerily in the night. A small deer inched out of the tree line into a small clearing and began to graze on the ground, pulling the roots and grass up with it's mouth then munching slowly. A noise behind it caused it to look around quickly, it's radar...
The call of the night is simply irresistible when you are what I happen to be. Seriously. My name is Jefferson Dean and I am a Proto-Vampire. As far as I know, I'm the only Proto-Vampire who still walks the planet Earth. I've seen vampires and other supernatural creatures but I've never encountered another one like myself. It makes for a boring existence but...
CHAPTER 13- PATRICKS FLEDGLING The next few days were occupied with test after test of Bell's ability. At the same time the coven had been on high alert for Kiara; Ragon had been convinced Kiara would want to attack Bell after what had happened at the Halloween party. At night everyone took it in turn to check the perimeter of the house, while Ryder had bee...
Chapter 2 - Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my! June 12, 12:22 a.m. The first thing Detective Pearson became aware of, before he even opened his eyes, was the stinging pain in the back of his head. "What...?" "About time you're awake. You know, for a cop, you sure aren't that tough." He felt the stinging sensation again, this time accompanied by somebody appl...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
Note: I adapted the poem from a 1706 play called "The Recruiting Officer". By George Farquhar. Though it is originally from that play, many of you may recognize it from a popular movie series that I also quite like. Raisel will be getting some next chapter, promise. * "One last time before you leave the city? Our women are beautiful and varied for all you...