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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 26

    Silver could not exist for long independent of Clara and they both knew it. Tactically she understood why, because teleportation would disrupt Clara’s focus and put them all at risk. Whereas Silver was like a spring under tension, it was only a matter of time before she snapped back into the whole. 

    “That’s why you’re my favourite…” Clara said with a wink. 

    There came the sound of dry heaving from the depths of her mind, and she even caught someone doing a Bronx cheer. Silver must have been aware of their reactions and laughed. 

    “I needed this,” Clara whispered. 

    Without another word, Clara grabbed her backpack,  focused on their campsite, and vanished entirely from sight.

    A group of enraged greek and egyptian goddesses booing and hissing, visibly showing their disgust, while looking up. Located within a large and expansive hall done up as a Roman temple, with two large round windows, showing a view of a winter forest at night.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 25

    Clara left it at that as she looked upon the jailers of heaven. Sending them down here could bring about a war, unless it was sanctioned by both sides of the wager. Whoever the other party is…

    Silver said nothing, seemingly happy to be free of her sisters and gained a measure more autonomy. While they could not have a private discussion, Clara sensed that Hecate as a whole enjoyed running the roost. 

    “Do I have to walk out? Or can I—(teleport out of here).”

    Silver placed a finger against her chin and cocked her head. The informal exchange was refreshing, the first year with those three had been a torment, all to weaken her emotionally… I hope this is the new normal…

    “I’ll have to stay behind while you do…” Silver said. “I’ll rejoin before you hold a convocation…”

    Clara left it at that as she looked upon the jailers of heaven. Sending them down here could bring about a war, unless it was sanctioned by both sides of the wager. —Whoever the other party is… Silver said nothing, seemingly happy to be free of her sisters and gained a measure more autonomy. While they could not have a private discussion, Clara sensed that Hecate as a whole enjoyed running the roost. “Do I have to walk out? Or can I—(teleport out of here).” Silver placed a finger against her chin and cocked her head. The informal exchange was refreshing, the first year with those three had been a torment, all to weaken her emotionally… —I hope this is the new normal… “I’ll have to stay behind while you do…” Silver said. “I’ll rejoin before you hold a convocation…” #AmWriting #WIP #Excerpt #Excerpts #DarkFantasy #WritersOfFacebook #WritersOfX #WritersofTwitter #WritersOfBlueSky #WritersOfInstagram #WritingCommunity #WritersCommunity Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 24

    Right behind Silver there were three angels. They had been created in the image of God himself, so it came as no surprise they looked like Greek gods. Front and centre in his white armour and white hot sword was Gabriel. They sent down their general to deal with me?

    In this state they may as well have been statues, and her sauntering past them would happen in the blink of an eye. While Clara could manipulate time, she could not freeze them individually in place. 

    “I’m jealous…” Clara confessed. 

    “Eons of practice…”

    “I wouldn’t discount talent…”

    A surreal and vibrant cinematic photograph of three male angels, chiseled like Greek gods, frozen in time, as if suspended in amber. They stand motionless, their powerful physiques clad in gleaming white armor, adorned with intricate, ornate details, and wielding burning swords that crackle with an otherworldly energy. Their faces are strong-jawed and resolute, with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features, their skin a radiant, porcelain-like complexion. The atmosphere around them is a swirling vortex of vibrant colors, capturing the essence of a dreamlike state, with hints of fiery oranges, electric blues, and mossy greens. The camera's focus is sharp, with a subtle film grain texture, evoking a sense of nostalgia and timelessness. In the background, the world moves on, a blurred, kaleidoscopic whirlwind of people, buildings, and vehicles, adding to the sense of disorientation and wonder.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 23

    “Thank you,” Clara said. “You’re the bee’s knees tonight…”

    “We are all in this together…”

    That statement reflected the fact that the gods Clara killed were absorbed. For the moment Hecate and Bastet were her guests, but Artemis would soon make an appearance… —Hecate is looking forward to this reunion…

    “Still up for setting Heaven aflame?”

    “I—We wouldn’t miss it for the world…”

    The more Clara cleaned about Heaven the more convinced she became that destroying it and the gods was her best option. It was not the paradise it was made out to be, and angels were at best the unwitting jailers of souls.

    Dark vision of Heaven aflame, it's buildings and ramparts turned to rubble. Fallen angels are found throughout, mortally wounded and dying. Human souls are bound and chained, being marched in a line outside the pearly gates.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 22

    Clara looked at Silver, the goddess of the moon and crossroads. She too was young and perfect, her skin ever aglow in silver light. While she was used to dealing with the goddess, she rarely did so face to face. 

    “How long?” Clara asked. 

    “For letting me stretch out my legs?” Silver asked. “They will be in that state until the sun rises.”

    Angels got their power primarily from the light of God. The sun would grant them what they needed to break free. Until then, they were slowed down to levels Clara could not fathom. Every second in our time means a year for them…

    “Thank you,” Clara said. “You’re the bee’s knees tonight…”

    detailed, loose, and expressive rough pencil sketch of a hand-drawn caricature of a bee posing with exaggerated confidence, dressed in a lavish flapper outfit complete with a flowing fringe dress, a beaded necklace, and a stylish headband, showcasing its knees with a sassy attitude, set against a subtle, textured paper background that evokes the nostalgia of the 1920s United States, with bold, expressive pencil marks that convey the energy and vibrancy of the era, warm golden tones, and subtle paper texture that adds a touch of authenticity to the piece, with the bee's face featuring large, expressive eyes, a small nose, and a charming smile, its body rendered in soft, rounded lines, and its knees adorned with intricate, lace-like details that add to the overall glamour of the image.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 21

    She waited until the werewolf was out of sight before saying, “That took a lot out of me.”

    “Well worth the cost,” Silver said. “There were three of them.”

    Clara betrayed her emotions by moving her head back noticeably. She would have been mad as the Hatter to think there would be no response from above for taking a goddess on good terms with Heaven. When the great detente was threatened, leading to a potential war, they sent a single human born angel… Speaks volumes on their priorities…

    In this case they sent three, and as judged by the light at least one was an archangel. They aren’t fucking around anymore…

    A mesmerizing, vibrant, and cinematic photograph depicting a surreal scenario where God, adorned with a benevolent, wispy white beard and radiant, piercing blue eyes, sits across from Lucifer, characterized by his striking, sharp features, crimson horns, and piercing red eyes, engaged in an intense card game. The two opponents use human souls, represented as glowing, ethereal orbs, as betting chips, scattered across a ornate, marble tabletop. The background is set in a grand, Greco-Roman amphitheater, replete with crumbling stone columns, intricately carved with mythological creatures, and a backdrop of a swirling, starry night sky. The atmosphere is thick with tension, illuminated by the soft, golden glow of flickering torches, casting dramatic shadows on the walls. The image is rendered in stunning, photo-realistic detail, with a subtle, nostalgic film grain, evoking a sense of classic, cinematic storytelling.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 20

    There came a bright flash of light, powerful enough that the werewolf used her paws to shield those eyes. Clara did not react, the divine light of creation was something she was all too familiar with. 

    There came a snap of the fingers and just like that the forest went dark. Other than feeling drained, Clara waited for Julia to recover before saying anything. 

    “Go!” Clara said with wild eyes. “I won’t be able to hold them at bay for long.”

    The large eyes of a predator opened wide. Even though the fur, Clara could tell that those massive muscles were twitching. Fight or flight, and in this case the werewolf chose the latter and ran off towards the camp. 

    A photo-realistic image of a massive black furred werewolf, its thick coat glistening in the moonlight, using its paws to cover its eyes. The werewolf's fur is matted and unkempt, with hints of dark brown undertones, and its eyes glow with an otherworldly yellow intensity. The trees, heavy with snow, stretch towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their branches creaking in the wind. The werewolf's hot breath visible in the cold air as it pants, its muscles rippling beneath its fur as it runs with a ferocious intensity, its primal power and strength on full display. The area is flooded in blinding making it difficult to see the background.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 19

    “Okay,” Clara said. “Take all the time you need. You know how to reach me if you want to talk…”

    The werewolf cocked her head to the side as though questioning the finality of those words. While Julia did not share anything about her time in that compound, Clara spoke little about what happened at The Grand… I have a few tricks up my sleeve….

    Clara had a lot of emotions swirling around whenever The Grand came up. It was more than a hotel nestled in the Rocky Mountains that served as a haven for things that went bump in at night. It was where she died at the hand of goddess and took out their greatest foe. Later she was lured back to meet up with her sister who had been turned into a vampire. It was not a warm family reunion… The reason I don’t want to talk about it…“

    I… I can’t imagine they will let this one stand,” Clara began. “Artemis still had connect(ions)—”

    Photo-realistic image of a brunette of European in her thirties with large black wings wearing hiking clothes. Looking down at a hotel nestled atop a cliff. The hotel is French palatial, featuring several levels, and further down the valley there are the ruins of a town. Shot at night and in the winter, and in North America. Horror tone to the world.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 18

    “Can you find your way—”

    The werewolf turned her head at an odd angle, and Clara could have sworn to cock an eye. Had this been a defiant teenager, the fallen angel would have understood precisely what this was… At least she still has her sass…

    “Nor is she holding a grudge…” Ethereal, another one of Hecate’s personalities, said. 

    Everything that Ethereal said was cold and emotionless. Every syllable leeched the joy from the room, as though death herself had spoken… Goddess of ghosts and necromancy…

    While blunt those words left a bitter taste in Clara’s mouth. Julia did not know that Clara could have intervened sooner to save her. Instead it was another who was sent at great personal risk to empower the werewolf to free herself and the other women… Now is certainly not the time… will it ever be?

    Photo-realistic image of a brunette of european in her thirties with large black wings wearing hiking clothes. A translucent woman of Greek descent, with pale skin and dead eyes, wearing roman garb is whispering into the ear of the brunette. They look as though they are having a conversation. Located deep in winter woods at night with the full moon hanging over the air.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 17

    “I…”

    Clara stopped cold when the werewolf turned away. The sight of it was nearly ridiculous, as they were feared by both hunters and vampires alike. Creatures that stood at least three metres tall, with claws that felled trees… The literal stuff of nightmares…

    In truth Julia had recently escaped from a human trafficking facility. Werewolves were formidable under the full moon but still outwardly human the rest of the time. Clara could not imagine what went on in that facility for two weeks… could have been days had I saved her myself at the expense of the mission…

    “Do you need some time alone?” 

    The werewolf nodded, and Clara choked on her breath… I didn’t want to make things worse…

    Photo-realistic image of a brunette in her thirties with large black wings wearing hiking clothes. She is standing near a large black-furred werewolf standing on its hind legs, towering over the woman. They look as though they are having a conversation. Located deep in winter woods at night with the full moon hanging over the air.

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