Bloody Rose's TearBloody Rose's Tear by katerinaaqu
The sky was gray…the atmosphere heavy and one or two drops of water were falling from the sky… It appeared that it would be raining soon…and the storm that would be coming appeared a really strong one! The small graphic town in the mountains was quiet though…except the heavy breathing in one alley… If you move a little more…yes, that’s it. Behind that building…over that bridge. Not yet? Here…in that alley on the left! On the left! Don’t turn right! Okay there…yes, there… Look… There in that alley, between the beautiful, old houses there were two people. One of them had his clothes torn and stained with dirt and blood. It was obvious that he had been in a fight…or he had being hunted down! That man was on the ground with his back against the wall and his eyes were looking at the second man above him with pure fear and panic! The man that was standing in front of him was indeed terrifying! He
Blood Prince 2Blood Prince 2 by katerinaaqu
The entire bus was rocking up and down rhythmically as it was passing through the deep forest and it had a hypnotic effect to most of the people inside. The bus was full with young people. Most of them were dressed in warm clothes, coats and scarves or even gloves. They were talking to each other in low voice or leaning half-asleep against the windows staring at the scenery outside lazily. They were all about the same age, fifteen or sixteen years old. One of them was leaning his elbow close to the window, and his jaw was in his palm. He was too half-paying attention at the scenery changing outside the window he was leaning against. Endless lines of firs and black pines seemed to be passing by them and being sucked by the road they were leaving behind. The young man’s chocolate-brown eyes were practically stuck on the window but not really looking at any of this. He just left the sound of the wheels on the asphalt lull him on his way to his destinat
Blood Prince 1Blood Prince 1 by katerinaaqu
The snow was falling to the ground by the gray sky, lazily and airily. It was as if all colors have erased from the world. There was only white, black and gray. The snow had formed the soft, white layer over the forest. The tall, dark branches of the perennial firs looked like black shadows in the night while the sky was gray. It seemed like a pure world… However the pale moon that was hanging in the dead sky, eerily, painting the world in a macabre silver color was making a logical person think twice before making this statement. That night was a night of ghosts…a night of nightmares… Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed around you, so here too, even footsteps’ sounds were drowned in the white, silent carpet. Chilling wind was blowing around, making the fraught of snow tree branches moan.
Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed in here. The steps were drowned down the snow. A couple of men were running in absolute panic with
Dracula 38: Final CountdownDracula 38: Final Countdown by katerinaaqu
The birds were chirping carefree upon the branches greeting the day. The vineyards were showered by the warm sunlight and the grapes growing on them, seemed juicy and ready to be cut, eaten or be turned into wine. The small river would keep on its journey lazily through the French countryside. A young girl, around sixteen years of age, was walking down the path to the small river close to her small cottage. She had woken up before dawn, like usually, and she had gathered all the eggs and taken care of the animals in the farm. Now she went down the bushes to gather some fresh berries.
She was dressed in common clothes, a white shirt and a brown skirt, white apron and a white kerchief to her brown hair. Her bright oil-colored eyes were matching the grass around the riverbank. Her basket was already half-full with the fresh flowers that caught her eye on her way down. She was humming an old melody smiling as she was walking down the hill. She finally reached the bank of the river. The
TF story/artwork challenge and the sad puppy storyHi :iconsassydragon18: Sassy here to to make a TF story/artwork challenge in this journal (for those who will accept the challenge just leave a comment) .TF story/artwork challenge and the sad puppy story by SassyDragon18
TF story/artwork challenge is:
Making a TF story OR a TF picture of bad children (or even teenagers) getting TFs for doing something that was unforgivable or just being down right cruel to animal (or fantasy creature) or a person (the person can be a anthro if you wish it to be) Here are the rules:
#1: Don't over do it with the violence in it. Meaning don't over do it with beatings (if it has this) AND no over writing/showing about blood (No bleeding or gut showing TFs including) if has blood in it there's little in it.
#2: NO Mature Content story/art type of any kind, kind of goes with the first rule but still. Plus, it isn't just me who going to be seeing/reading it. Plus I'm not the kind of person who goes to read/see Mature Content (including over done violence bleeding TFs) all the time.
Ghost, Lover, And Slave - Prologue and Chapter 1Ghost, Lover, And Slave - Prologue and Chapter 1 by BrandonHill
So my girlfriend was a vampire, and she had a slave.
I must have been cool with that, because even though I learned these two things in one night, we were like a couple of bunnies for the next three hours ... or rather, one bunny and a vampire bat who drank the bunny’s blood from parts that were best left unmentioned.
I woke up later after that life-changing night to total darkness, and Ella’s tense voice rousing me fully awake.
“Ella, you know I don’t like it when you pull the drapes closed like that,” I said groggily, struggling to orient myself in the oppressive blackness. In my sleep-fuddled state, I became aware of two bodies in the bed; the other had to be Coppelia, though I’d never known her to have slept in the same bed with us. Her body’s telling coldness was like Ella’s, despite our being under the