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I’m off prompt today, trying to catch up on stories I’ve written but not edited. This week I’m posting my Undead New Year’s story and earlier this week I posted 4 and 20 Clowns (Part 1), which really goes with this week’s theme, but part 2 won’t be ready until next week. -W.J. Howard I don’t know what I was [...]
A Report By Jevron McCrory Confession upfront; (one I think I already made in my debut novella, Swan Song’s Author Notes) I’m absolutely obsessed with the 1987 vampire flick The Lost Boys. Ridiculously so. This isn’t news to anyone who knows me. (Honestly, it may not even be news to those that don’t). So when my friend’s girlfriend casually announced that not [...]
Every Wednesday, Vamplit Publishing hosts #humpday #horrorchat, a way for us all to share our favorite things about horror while tweeting on Twitter. THIS WEEK’S TOPIC Vampire Romance Our horror chat is open to everyone whether you are a writer, publisher, film maker, artist, gamer, magazine or just someone who loves horror. Remember this is a fun and promotional chat. [...]
Just when I thought everything was going smoothly, well, as smooth as it was ever going to get, luck would not waver in my direction. We got the car filled up with gas and headed toward the East side when traffic was backed up. A barge decided to come through and so the bridge was up. It was pointless to [...]
Any Christian worth his/her salt will tell you that the devil will mix truth with lies to confuse you. For quite a time now, the evil one has gone under a new name and his name is Hollywood. Just like his Satanic Majesty, Hollywood will get hold of folklore and twist it out of shape to further its own ends. [...]
Welcome back to the third part of Bloodleggers! In this episode you meet FBI Agent William Knox. William is on his way to Denver, where he’s been reassigned to investigate missing persons cases. We hope you enjoy the read! –W. J. Howard & R. J. Robyn Bloodlegger’s Blog On Twitter @bloodlegger Previous Parts “When you think of the long and [...]
Welcome back to the second part of Bloodleggers! This week we introduce Regina Todd, our vampire heroine, although in this part and the next you’re meeting her two years prior to the actual start of the story, when she was still a human. You’ll also meet her uncle, Magnus MacKay, who is slowly becoming a main character. We don’t want [...]
The word “poltergeist” comes from the German “poltern”, meaning to bluster, jangle or rumble. “geist” simply means spirit and together, Poltergeist translates as “noisy spirit”. The word poltergeist also relates to a type of speech; to talk loudly or/and abrasively.
Zombies were all the rage in 2009, and it seems that 2010 is shaping up to be the Year of the Angel. From television and Supernatural to film Legion, to the novel Angelology, angels are cropping up everywhere, and I thought I’d take this time today to share with you some of what I learned about researching angel lore for my own novel, Release, which I started writing in Fall ’08 and finished in Spring ‘09.
“We must all accept our destiny I think. It is best. Now then won’t you join me in that drink I promised you? I really think you could use it. Come, we shall sit quietly over our absinthes and I shall tell you great secrets of worlds you cannot imagine.”
He looked interested so I continued: “I must tell you of my heritage first but fear not had I wished to kill you, you would already be dead; besides I just saved you. You sit with a demon sir. Not a vampire per se but the spawn of a fallen angel and a human woman. You know of the legend?”
He nodded.
He was amazing, rock solid and cool to the touch. My fingers lightly traveled his skin leaving quivers where they had touched. Low and seductive his growls kept sounding from his throat. I continued to explore his body until he seized my wrist in an instant. Staring down at me, he brought it up to his mouth and began to lick. A pleasurable smile crept over his face and continued as if he were having something sweet. His tongue, so cold, soft and yet, so inviting I begged for more. I offered my other wrist to which he didn’t hesitate.
My father warned me about the air in New Orleans, but I had to see the city, this growing metropolis, for myself, she thought as she walked down Bourbon Street. Before her visit to the city at the mouth of the Mississippi river, Miranda had thought New York City to be the height of cosmopolitan culture. She wasn’t certain if New Orleans could surpass New York in all the trade and commerce, but New Orleans had something New York didn’t …a soul.
Yaga her mate was feasting on the young man who lay torn and bleeding. The blood would soon stop however, that was why vampires always went for the blood engorged organs first.
It was ecstatic—almost sensual and they both moaned with pleasure. But then she sensed something untoward and glanced up. She hissed when she saw them.
I pushed aside all negative thoughts as easily as I erased myself from mortal recollection and with an air of authority, only we the kindred possessed, strolled into the beating heart of London life, eager once more to murder my family again and again.
My guest follows me from the ball room and we leave it to its fond and distant memories of gayer times. I stand at the foot of the stairs and wait a moment as Randall’s eyes sweep this great and beautiful chamber like a child’s in a sweet shop. I tune myself into his mind, a subtle little trick that [...]
Clearly not quite able to believe his good fortune, the young boy whom she had chosen for the night chatted animatedly and at length, his arm slung casually across her slender shoulders as they made their way towards her apartment block. She entertained the boy’s humour and enthusiasm with well mannered grace and humility, smiling occasionally and even laughing when one of his stories reached it’s tiresomely predictable conclusion. He watched them, laughing and stroking one another unashamedly and a cold possessive streak of jealous ignited within the furnace of his heart.
‘Before I found you, David, in all the world I had had only one friend and he was without a doubt, the kindest, most gentle man. He liked women and their conversation, not keen on cats though, well neither am I, so we were suited. He wouldn’t eat my cooking, but I can’t eat my cooking either, so I wasn’t insulted. [...]
Eyes shining, bright as winter moonlight, looked down on her. Fangs brightly burning with pain sank into her palid skin. Nothing had prepared her, nothing in life had hurt so much as this fear, this death. Drowning in her own blood the only thought in her fluffy little brain…Vampire.
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