Dark Moments
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Embrace by Maura Yzmore
How long has it been? A century or two? Thanks to me, you’re not the worse for wear, yet my gift has always offended you. I wonder why you asked...
Embrace by Maura Yzmore
How long has it been? A century or two? Thanks to me, you’re not the worse for wear, yet my gift has always offended you. I wonder why you asked...
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alt="The Party by Pavi Raman"
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The Party by Pavi Raman
The Dardanellis threw the best Halloween parties in the neighbourhood. They were a charming couple, old school. So of course there were rumours. Everything from unholy rituals to BDSM. The...
The Party by Pavi Raman
The Dardanellis threw the best Halloween parties in the neighbourhood. They were a charming couple, old school. So of course there were rumours. Everything from unholy rituals to BDSM. The...
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alt="Only When I Sleep by J.W. Garrett"
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Only When I Sleep by J.W. Garrett
Shana glanced upward. Bits of darkened sky lightened; daybreak wouldn’t be far behind. Her coffin’s comfort wasn’t far. She’d easily make it. But more than anything, Shana wanted to be...
Only When I Sleep by J.W. Garrett
Shana glanced upward. Bits of darkened sky lightened; daybreak wouldn’t be far behind. Her coffin’s comfort wasn’t far. She’d easily make it. But more than anything, Shana wanted to be...
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alt="Winter Kiss by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt"
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Winter Kiss by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt
Nothing is more beautiful than blood on new-fallen snow. Lilith scents the air. Her prey’s blood calls to her. Even without the footprints, she could find him anywhere in the...
Winter Kiss by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt
Nothing is more beautiful than blood on new-fallen snow. Lilith scents the air. Her prey’s blood calls to her. Even without the footprints, she could find him anywhere in the...
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alt="Courage by Catherine Kenwell"
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Courage by Catherine Kenwell
It had been too long. The infernal thirst after the apocalypse had depleted her. There was nothing left. First, she feasted on the recently deceased; she was fortunate to find...
Courage by Catherine Kenwell
It had been too long. The infernal thirst after the apocalypse had depleted her. There was nothing left. First, she feasted on the recently deceased; she was fortunate to find...
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alt="Regrets by Steven Lord"
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Regrets by Steven Lord
The yearning starts off in the morning as a low buzz, just beyond the limits of hearing. The shadow of an itch, not yet demanding your full attention. By midday,...
Regrets by Steven Lord
The yearning starts off in the morning as a low buzz, just beyond the limits of hearing. The shadow of an itch, not yet demanding your full attention. By midday,...
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alt="Last Call by Stephanie Scissom"
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Last Call by Stephanie Scissom
Jackson called at 9:57 a.m. Still sulking from last night's argument, Freya almost didn't answer. "Babe!" he gasped. "Something bad's happened. A plane hit my building. There's a fire and...
Last Call by Stephanie Scissom
Jackson called at 9:57 a.m. Still sulking from last night's argument, Freya almost didn't answer. "Babe!" he gasped. "Something bad's happened. A plane hit my building. There's a fire and...
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alt="Camponotus Vampiricus by Robert Bagnall"
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Camponotus Vampiricus by Robert Bagnall
Doug sharpens Swan Vestas. Making both ends useful, he says. “Wait until dark. Then you’ll see.” We watch purple dusk turn to night through the broken sash window. A rattle...
Camponotus Vampiricus by Robert Bagnall
Doug sharpens Swan Vestas. Making both ends useful, he says. “Wait until dark. Then you’ll see.” We watch purple dusk turn to night through the broken sash window. A rattle...
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alt="Razor by Rich Rurshell"
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Razor by Rich Rurshell
I could see it in his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. It was a look of both fear and resignation. He truly loved me, I now know...
Razor by Rich Rurshell
I could see it in his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. It was a look of both fear and resignation. He truly loved me, I now know...
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alt="Countess D by Robin Braid"
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Countess D by Robin Braid
"The Countess must die," the cry went up as the crowd surged forward, "Destroy the demon." The flames held aloft illuminated the tree lined roadside. Creatures of the night blinked...
Countess D by Robin Braid
"The Countess must die," the cry went up as the crowd surged forward, "Destroy the demon." The flames held aloft illuminated the tree lined roadside. Creatures of the night blinked...
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alt="Carnival Nights by Trisha Ridinger McKee"
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Carnival Nights by Trisha Ridinger McKee
Patsy was plain and blended in well at the carnivals. No one noticed if she had been at the previous town. No one thought to mention her when the authorities...
Carnival Nights by Trisha Ridinger McKee
Patsy was plain and blended in well at the carnivals. No one noticed if she had been at the previous town. No one thought to mention her when the authorities...
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alt="The First Bite by Jodi Jensen"
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The First Bite by Jodi Jensen
Lush, full, delicious lips were all he could think about. All he could focus on when she was near. And man, she was near. So close he could smell her...
The First Bite by Jodi Jensen
Lush, full, delicious lips were all he could think about. All he could focus on when she was near. And man, she was near. So close he could smell her...