Dumpf polterte der leblose Körper zu Boden. Begleitet vom Platschen des Blutes und dann des Klimperns der Patronenhülse auf dem Boden. Der Schuss hallte in meinen Ohren nach. Die Idee mit den angesägten Kugeln war wirklich gut! Sparte Munition. Ein einzelner Schuss war auch ungefährlicher. Den konnten die Infizierten, die "Stinker" wie ich sie nann...
The Ancient Graveyard A supernatural series of stories mostly set in the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul Note: Hardcore undead sex "Turn back to all who enter! Here lies Zarnath the Undying, the accursed Lord of Grazghul." - A sign among the tombstones. Episode 5: The Lord of Grazghul Midnight, in Zarnath's crypt in the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul....
"Miss, are you alright?" came a deep, kind of raspy masculine voice, and I startled awake, and found myself in a decidedly unusual setting. I was lying on the pavement, and a tall, beefy older man in military fatigues stood over me, gun in hand. I blinked, and looked at him, a pale-skinned, ruddy-faced man with two days stubble. I was surprised to see appare...
Queretaro, Mexico, 1990, 12, July Adriana stood before a mirror with her elderly grandmother. Today was the day she would marry her true love Javier. "Adriana you are so beautiful," her grandmother said with glistening eyes. "Thank you abuela, I just with mami and papi could be here." "They are here with you meja, they are watching you from heaven." Adr...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about her wedding. Even when she was younger, it was more important to her to become a lawyer. She always figured she could worry about marriage later. God knows everything she could remember had been working to...
Day Four: It was something like late morning when we finally awoke, cold and shivering, naked on the mattress with only our mutual body heat to keep us warm. Luckily it was still summer. I lit the fire and made tea. The fire was a risk, the smoke from the chimney being visible to scavengers against the sky. However, warming us up was a priority. Tea was t...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
(Revision 11/14/2020) The Care and Feeding of Your Master - A Succubi's Guide to Becoming an Obedient Familiar - Extended Edition --- A leather clad tome encasing black parchment with fine hand painted calligraphy of a whitish ink. On the cover of this tomb of knowledge is a hidden warding that prevents any form of magic to be used on this book. More preci...
Just because a White woman identifies as a conservative on the political spectrum doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy the company of Black men, I thought to myself as I gave my date the once-over. My, this one is definitely a cutie. Adam Trebucher is the tall, athletic young Black man of Haitian descent my good friends Kristin and Jacqueline set me up with....