Category: Vampire Noir

Close your eyes. Open your mind. And listen very carefully. Do so as if your very life hangs in the balance. ‘Cause it does.
The world as you know it ceases to exist. Heaven remade is no longer exclusively human. Some things are the same. Some things are different. Things that were: are not. Things that never were: are. Demons walk the Earth. Darkness rules eternal. And even in the daylight, the endless night prevails.

The Master Race, Chapter 9

Upstairs, Downstairs

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

The Master Race, Chapter 8

Into the Abyss

This is not the house that Fisher and Hawk breached, vanquishing The Master. This house is so much worse, and that refers to more than just its worse squalor and decay. It has a presence, as if it’s alive.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 7

The Damned

It’s full, a full moon. In a distance, the baying of a Lycan can be heard. The partygoers seem not to notice, or maybe they notice but they just don’t care. But, the drunk conjurer does.

Unseen, there is another participant in this outing.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 6

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

The Master Race, Chapter 5

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

The Master Race, Chapter 4

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

The Master Race, Chapter 3

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

A Dead Point of View

The Master is not a name. It is a designation. A designation that they all share. They are the one, who is the many. They are legion, who is one. They are one and the same, and yet they are not.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 2

The House of Usher

Hawk and Fisher finally come to a halt before a decrepit two-story building almost at the end of the lane. Paint is peeling off the closed front door, and the stonework is pitted and crumbling. The two narrow windows are hidden behind closed wooden shutters.… Read Full Article