Category: The Master Race
Based upon a short story from the “Hawk & Fisher” book series by Simon Green.
The End Draws Near
His hands gesture, arcanely. Wards and warrants invoke. The room is now “sealed”.
Only the most powerful conjurer can do what he is about to do. Only a conjurer of the First Order.
But. Unfortunately for him there is no knowledge on this world of that which would render a Nosferatu, or any supernatural being for that matter, unable to resurrect and thus venerable to destruction.… Read Full Article
No more delusions, illusions, etc. The façade is stripped away, leaving only the naked truth that is cold-blooded murder. This is the purest form of murder: Murder for the sake of murder. No ulterior motives, whatsoever. As such, it dispenses with the façade of being “she”.… Read Full Article
A Hero Falls
An unnatural silence precedes the resurrection. The shadows cometh, and then they go, as if they are disembodied mourners at a wake shuffling past the cremated remains of a loved one.
Movement—the dust that was her, stirs. Then, it takes shape.… Read Full Article
What Doesn’t Make You Stronger, Will Kill You
To digress … Killer tongue … A tongue which is a bloodlusting, self-sustaining organ.
To digress … Klaw, of course, is when the hands are claw-like, in appearance and grasp, like the taloned feet of a bird of prey.… Read Full Article
Further Affiant Sayeth Naught
The attacker lurches to his feet, and Fisher steps forward to run him through with her sword. The man dodges aside at the last moment and grabs Fisher’s extended arm. She groans aloud as his gingers crush her arm, grinding the muscles against the bone.… Read Full Article
A Hidden Darkness
The bare wooden steps creak and groan beneath their feet, and Hawk scowls. If there is someone here, watching over the Nosferatu, they have to know that there is someone else in the house. You can’t put your foot down anywhere without some creaking board giving away your position.… Read Full Article