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A short story I wrote for one of my classes, a sub-story to the novel I am writing called: Unknown Blood. This dtory braches of and describes the character, Deagon and his misunderstood power. He is feared, hated, and respected for his strength and wisdom but is most widely known for the uncontrollable monster that lies in wait inside him.
The World is minutes, hours, DAYS from changing into something horrific, something chaotic, something unimaginableβ¦but before all this, comesβ¦THE MESSENGERβ¦
This story is about a group of friends ghost hunting in an abandoned, haunted house.
On a quiet Thanksgiving night in their new home, a man and his cat are visited by the last owner's family. What ensues is something best describe as something out of a horror movie.
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
A Tale of Bloodsucking Revenge
A short story I wrote for one of my classes, a sub-story to the novel I am writing called: Unknown Blood. This dtory braches of and describes the character, Deagon and his misunderstood power. He is feared, hated, and respected for his strength and wisdom but is most widely known for the uncontrollable monster that lies in wait inside him.
The World is minutes, hours, DAYS from changing into something horrific, something chaotic, something unimaginableβ¦but before all this, comesβ¦THE MESSENGERβ¦
This story is about a group of friends ghost hunting in an abandoned, haunted house.
On a quiet Thanksgiving night in their new home, a man and his cat are visited by the last owner's family. What ensues is something best describe as something out of a horror movie.
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
A Tale of Bloodsucking Revenge