They didn’t thrill him anymore: the high wire acts, the trapeze artists, the lion tamer tempting death. Nothing about the circus got his juices flowing. The man left in mid-show, walking out into the windy, autumn night. “Where the hell are Bradbury’s October People anyhow?” the man asked out loud with a laugh. ABOUT THE AUTHOR BLOG Timothy C. Hobbs [...]

Zombie n. (in vodou) corpse said to have been revived by witchcraft: (colloq.) person who seems to have no mind or will. (Oxford Popular Dictionary) The story of the Zombie goes right back to the primeval mists of the past, so ancient, that it is difficult to place into a time frame. It’s origins however, are no where near as mysterious, [...]

Every Monday over on Vamplit Writers, we discuss a new topic. Going forward we’ll also post the topic here on Blood Reads for readers who are not a part of the group to join in on the fun. What vampire character in literature, movies or television would fit as your vampire alter ego?
Announcing Bloodleggers, a new serial vampire novel releasing the last Wednesdays of the month here on Blood Reads. The story is about FBI Agent William Knox, who is sent to Denver to investigate a rash of missing persons. There he meets indentured vampire, Regina Todd, and together they unravel a dark maze of crime syndicates, secret blood running, and humans turning on their own kind. Don’t miss the first installment of Bloodleggers on June 30th. Return for nterviews with the authors on June 16th.
Feeling the electrical anticipation of the feed, he lofted to a door on a second story balcony—leading directly to his quarry. It was locked, but the mere desire for it to be open was all one of Nebuchadnezzar’s power needed to make it so… and being invited? Such was but… superstition—by the young and inexperienced of his kind. Entering silently, he was greeted immediately by the overwhelming scent of the blood! That heady, intoxicating nectar that was life itself! Satiation at hand, he—
When Countess Dracula swoons
Her breasts both pop out like balloons

My Guest Arrives Ah, the sound of carriage wheels against cobbles, finally my guest arrives. Putting down my first edition volume of “Wake Not The Dead” by Johann Ludwig Tieck, I rise from my chair and cross to the window. Far below me in the courtyard I see a young man alight from my ancestral coach. As I eye him [...]






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