Duke has spent nearly 100 years in the house where he died, scaring away every owner to protect his home. But when a new family shows up with a young girl that intrigues Duke, he allows them to move in. As Duke observes the Gundersons, he notices that they are struggling with something they refuse to talk about. Seeing Violet in pain is more than he can bear, and he wishes to help. But how can a ghost boy do that, especially when he has secrets of his own?

And then what happened? Sequel to "The Story of the Vampire L". We are all waking up now. Note: The cover is super ugly, though the layout is what I like. Open to a exchanging critique for cover if somebody wants to fix it up.

Oneshots involving the characters in "The Story of the Vampire, L". Messy, funny, and sidebar scenes which don't fit in the proper, serious book. Original story "The Story of the Vampire, L" here: http://www.wattpad.com/story/31052947-the-story-of-the-vampire-l

[Stand alone companion book to SoVL. Can be read before SoVL, but will spoil some plot points of SoVL, and vice versa.] "Kill them," Faya whispered to me, always. "Kill them." But we are both lovers, Faya and I. Aren't we? Above all. Though him the smarter, who does his killing by training little hornets to do it for him. Hard headed little bastards with hard hearts and cold eyes. Steel-willed soldiers with strong hands, all in a pretty sniveling row. Spit on it. Spit on it all. I too have teeth, and long fingers. I too have a heart, and if I lack pragmatism, my arms are open. Vulnerable perhaps, but what is living? Come, Wasp, sting me upon my breast. Come, Nicolas, and whisper to me with your knife if it speaks to you. Nothing worries me. I succumb gladly. I will be nothing what they tell me to be. I smile when Nicky says, "I have you now, what do you say?" I say nothing because I have let this happen, and now it is mine. There is nowhere for him to hide. I will see him with unseeing eyes. I will know him by what he does at the shift in power. He will know that I am no longer afraid. And so he fears me. And there is no longer any guessing. "I do not know you," Nicky says, sniffing and wiping his face with his free hand, the other holds the knife. A streak of blood across his face. "Where has Laurent gone? Let me find him inside." "I will freely give you what you want if you give me what I want." "What do you want, Stranger?" he asks me. "I do not like it when you wear this face. Be tender to me. I will not trade with you. I am no instrument." My little same. My little shadow self. "You do not want tenderness." "I do, I promise," he says. It is a lie. But he wants to please me, and it is a beginning. -ch2.7 (note: If you can do better than my cover mock-up, by all means.)

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

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"I am vorthless. . . I am a vaste. . . I have no meaning in life. . . I am the second prince. Or rather, the replacement to the heir of the throne- my twin elder brother. . ." Prince of the Vampire Race Lucius Adrian Negrescu has lived over the past six centuries in his brother's shadow waiting until he and his brother become of age at a millennium for the true heir to take the throne. The problem? Lucius is meant to replace his brother if anything befalls on him before or during his reign as king. However, they become quite close and their father would not allow their bond to go any farther than a soon-to-be king and his right-hand man relationship. What would happen if their bond becomes stronger than the love of two brothers?

Sage Killian's life was complicated in the simplest terms. There was something about him that his father now hated, his mother couldn't decide how she wanted to treat him, and his school life generally wasn't much better. It was easy to tell but hard to understand, especially for a kid whose life begins to twist and turn outside of the constraints of humanity. Humans are often the most inhumane of them all... In general, I've been updating about once to twice a week. There are no specific days I will because writing has its ebbs and flows. This is MATURE meaning there will be CHILD ABUSE; primarily right now. Expect there to be future BULLYING... And future BXB action, though it may or may not relate to the main character ;3 This is also a SUPERNATURAL book, though it doesn't seem that way right now. I DON"T KNOW WHAT GENRE TO PUT IT UNDER---- SUGGESTIONS? I want to note that I do not own any of these pictures, m'kay?

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

A short story for National Geographic's challenge #PlanetOrPlastic . The struggle of animals living in the world we pollute and destroy. 500-word count in Office Word, 489 in Wattpad. Enjoy and beware the feels