Black Mourning Dove
Black Mourning Dove, 'tis I. I come for you, my Love.
beneath night's canopy. Will you welcome me?
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Perdix heard the air inhale into the dead man's lungs. The Breath of Life. But was it all at Fye's expense? The old alchemist was frantic. He wanted to save the Princess from a marriage that was worse than death. But Fye had been a friend forever.
He sank to his knees and bowed his head against his chest. It was impossible to know how much time had passed.
"Afterling, do you know that weaklings are one thing that I despise?"
Perdix looked up into the glowing eyes of Dyryke . Did they burn with madness or an evil so depraved that demons cowered before him.
"Your Grace," Perdix said softly.
"What is it that you want from me?" the towering man asked. But Dyryke's long, slender hand stayed the alchemist before he said one word. "Do not trouble yourself to say it aloud. I already know. It is written on your face and carved inside your heart. You have your wish. I will make it so your beloved Princess is not harmed. Go back to your beakers, your experiments, and your work bench. Leave it all to me. You have made it so that I can walk the earth once more. Yet, you are old. Worn out. Your time on earth is short. I have no use for you. Now, off with you."
Perdix turned to go, but not before he heard a loud whoosh and felt the hot breath of the black mourning dove as it flew close by, barely missing his head.
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Vampyre: Desire Immortal
HorrorThe ancient village of Megara is getting ready for a wedding, and the bride is a vampire. Let the Blood Plague begin. As her thirteenth birthday approaches, Ava, Princess of Megara, knows her upcoming marriage to Wolfstan will plunge her into hell...
