Concrete Wolf
Even with all his strength, he felt like a crane fly being pulled apart one limb at a time. Razor sharp jaws clamped on his inner thigh,...
Golden Hour (Part 3)
“You know something, Joe, what is it?” I chased after him, shouting out directions to where my car was parked. Joe rocked on his feet,...
Hot
Grumbling, breath frosting the inside of the visor with moisture that he can’t wipe away. Thinks for a moment of spitting, anything to...
Golden Hour (Part 2)
In part one we met Brad and Joe. Here continues their story. Blue light flashed against the window pane, moving from along the building...
Vampires in the Pantry
Let me tell you all the secrets, said the whispers in the dark, There are vampires in the pantry, and there are werewolves in the park. ...
Golden Hour (Part 1)
There was no way I could get decent pictures from outside the pub, and aware I was beginning to look out of place loitering on an empty...