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fur-riddled flesh tore away from the wolf’s face, but the slashing fingers did
not shred the skin. Instead, it melted away into a solid hunk of deformed fur.
What was left in the wake of the gruesome carnage was …
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Author Lucian Barnes
crawling over his skin at this very moment. Realizing he could move now, George
reached with one hand for his other arm to dig his fingernails into his flesh
and peel it from his bones if he had to in order to quell the maddening
through his arm. “This can’t be!” Spinning around he came face to face with what was left of his body. Most of his flesh was gone, but there were still tiny fragments of tissue clinging to the skeletal frame which was bound tightly to the enormous oak. Tilting his head toward the sky George bellowed out in rage, vowing to pay the Black Knight back for what he had done to him. It was now just a matter of how and when he would exact his revenge upon his
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Semester Aboard (More than Magic #1)
It was dark, truly dark. I had thought that it was dark in the
desert, but I had been able to look up and see stars. The canopy of leaves
above us was so thick that I couldn’t see a single star. I wasn’t sure if I had
ever been somewhere with literally no light anywhere in sight. The fact that I
was moving made things even eerier.
Author Christy Sloat
gently. The kiss deepened a bit more, and then I opened my eyes. That’s when
things went all wrong. I saw a misty cloud coming toward us. At first I thought
it had to be low lying fog, until I started to see the eyes forming in the
mist. I pulled myself away from Ephraim and he turned around to see what I was
seeing. There was no way he would be able to see it, because he didn’t see the
dead. But they say those who are close to death can see death. It’s completely
true because he saw them. At first he was frozen as they walked closer to us.
Then he got up and backed away, scared. He wasn’t used to seeing them like I
was. Scratch that! I was never going to get used to this, but I had to try if
this was my life now. I went toward the mist as the dead started to surround me,
locking me inside a circle of their bodies. Their eyes were glassy and their
faces veiny and gruesome. They didn’t look like their former selves, unless they were zombies in their life. A woman put her hand on my
arm. I froze as her clammy palm rested on my skin. It felt cold at first, and then wet.
desperately trying to tell me something. Only murmuring came out.
were not sealed, came forward. “You surround yourself with the
dead?” he asked as he pointed to Ephraim.
woman pointed to a spot in the grass and led me to it. I was being shoved
toward a place I had no clue of what it was. Once I was on top of it, I saw
them … graves. The headstones bore the names of the dead that now surrounded
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I reached the dock and hesitated again. I would just have a quick look and then
leave. No big deal. I took a deep breath and walked all the way to the edge of
With my heart hammering fast enough to make me dizzy, I looked down into the
calm water. I didn’t really expect to see anything, but there it was … a small
circle of beautiful orange light. My breath caught.
Author H.J Daly
the tangled branches and thick undergrowth it took them a while to reach their
friend. They could already see the blood pouring down his cheek, his pupils
blacker than the night. He stood motionless, caught in some sick game between
two creatures who were circling him in the small clearing. The creatures had no
need for weapons, their claw like hands were tipped with razor sharp talons,
each tip delivering a small dose of poison. One ran up to Bendrin, its thick
serpent tongue lashed out, licked the blood from his face and sighed in
enough and managed to angle a bow in the small space to hit one of the
creatures in the neck. It shrieked out and fell to the floor, seeing its
opportunity, the other dived on top of its fellow creature and started to
devour the flesh before it had even stopped struggling. Quickly, they reached
Bendrin and between them, began to drag him back through the trees. It was a
wasted effort, the cries from the dying creature had brought others and they
all wanted to play.
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tricks on me, but why not try to lose them anyway. As soon as I turned the
corner, I felt better. I let a sigh escape my lips as I tried to determine how
to get where I needed to go from my new location. Suddenly, the sound of
footsteps echoed through the dark alley and a distinct panting noise rose along
the quiet night. I lost all control and broke into a desperate run for the
opposite end of the alley, where I would again be shot off onto a street with
hopefully someone in screaming range, or at least a streetlight. I really
didn’t want to face my attacker in the dark. I could face the minions of Hell,
just not in the dark. I hit the end of the alley at a dead run and promptly
dove into a large hydrangea bush meant to mark the property line of someone’s
front yard. I clamped a hand over my mouth and attempted to slow my racing
heartbeat. Crouching down, I attempted to make myself as small as possible
while I waited to see who my assailant was.
owner not far behind. The dog’s leash grasped firmly in his hand as he jogged
out of the alley and made a left onto the main street. The adrenaline slowly
began to dissipate, leaving me feeling euphoric and foolish all at once. I sat
back on my backside, relief and chagrin mixing as a giggle escaped my lips. I
had surely brought paranoia to a new level. Standing, I started attempting to
free myself from my hiding spot, realizing the poor bush was never going to be
the same. I caught a reflection out of the corner of my eye and I froze in
place. It was as if the sun had glinted off something metallic, only there was
no sun … it was midnight. I stood, still half in the bush, waiting for the
reflection to happen again. I glanced around the seemingly empty street,
waiting, but it didn’t reoccur. Jerking my purse free of the branches that
entwined it, I hurried off for home. I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that I
was being watched.
Author Stacey Rourke
between sleep and awake he came to me. The mattress shifted under his weight as
he settled in beside me. Warm breath teased against my ear. “I could ne’er
leave you, lovey.” His wandering hands gripped my waist and rolled me to face
him. This warbled land governed by sleep couldn’t conjure his whole essence—too
much time had passed for that. Instead it teased me with glimpses of what I’d
been missing; silky hair caressing my cheek. Hot kisses traveling down my neck.
Emerald eyes filled with an insatiable hunger. The sensual awakening that
jolted through me when his mouth found mine. “I’m always with you,” Caleb
whispered against my lips. I twined my arms around his neck and pulled him
closer—a move that garnered a low groan of appreciation. His hands roamed up my
arms and encircled my wrists. In a sudden, shockingly violent, move he forced
them down against the mattress and pinned me there. I gaped in confusion as
green eyes blinked to sapphire blue. His seductive stare twisted into visible
disgust and hatred. Like ink dumped from a bottle, the black drained from
Caleb’s hair. The dripping color leaked away to reveal long strawberry blond
hair ponytailed at the nape of his neck. Alec. But not the latest version of
him currently possessed by a three hundred year old demon. This was the Alec I
first met whilst rolling a tire. The carefree boy I had started to fall for
before fate intervened. Yet the look that darkened his gaze was more murderous
then welcoming. I thrashed and bucked beneath him but couldn’t seem to summon
one iota of strength. His grip on my wrists tightened to the point of pain. “Is
he worth it?” He hissed in my face, “Is he worth the blood on your hands?”
Crimson red blood bubbled up Alec’s throat. It seeped between his teeth and
dribbled down his chin. “Will he still want you when he knows what you’ve done
and what it cost?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I cringed further into the mattress
as blood rained down. The warm stickiness, with its pungent rusty smell,
dripped on my face and soaked my shirt. I risked a glance up to see Alec’s lips
curl in an evil grin. “Now, how ‘bout a kiss?” He bowed his head and crammed
his blood soaked lips to mine. My muffled scream quickly turned into a gurgled
gasp for air as I fought not to drown in this crimson hell.
have much passion, Elf. I shall enjoy your company greatly before I kill you.
Perhaps watching your beloved die will take the wind out of your sails.”
His chest heaved with the force of his anger. Eranna shrugged and turned back
to Zara, approaching the stone slab again, her lips parted in a gruesome grin.
When she reached the altar, she plucked a lock of Zara’s hair from the ground
and inspected it with interest.
wasted on a mere human. I know of your father’s treachery, girl. He stole from Fallada what was rightfully
mine, and I intend to have it back.”
sense of right and wrong—if she possessed any at all. “Why are you doing this?
What did I ever do to you?”
Why, nothing, child. You are my enemy simply by circumstance of your birth. You
are an abomination, an anomaly; you have no right to exist. What right do you
have to such power? You do not even know how to control it! You are weak, a
simpering little girl with no idea the kind of might she possesses within her
bones! And why should you possess it when I am so much more worthy? Why should
you experience the joys of a lover’s embrace and his child in your belly while
I …” she trailed off, her expression crestfallen as she turned her back on
Zara. For a moment, Zara thought she detected the glisten of tears in the
queen’s eyes. “It is no matter,” she continued, her voice gruff and choked. “I
will amass so much power unto myself, that no one will stand in the way of what
I want. I shall have it all; beauty, youth, power, eternal life.” She turned
back to Zara, her knife glistening in the candlelight. “And I shall begin by
taking from you what I so rightfully deserve.”
eyes as she advanced on her knife raised. Through the roaring in her ears, she
faintly heard Kai’s roars of anger, his voice growing hoarse, soon smothered by
the rattling of his chains as he fought against them to no avail. The glint of
the knife caught her eye as Eranna lifted it high over her head.
love of her life. He’d ceased struggling and stared back at her with tears in
his eyes, silent sobs shaking him from the inside.
current of air warned her of the knife’s descent.
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