Tag: Dark Fantasy

  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 5

    She dodged another arrow, and another, but the third flew true. Her wings instinctively shifted to block the projectile, but the arrow went through and through, causing a golden substance to ooze out from the wound.

    While a hit, the wing managed to deflect the arrow just enough to avoid striking the back of her neck. Tired of running, she ducked behind a tree and withdrew two pistols from her jacket.

    The winged woman peeked from around the tree trunk. Those steel-grey eyes scanned the horizon. Nothing…

    “Figures,” the woman mumbled.

    Photo realistic shot of a brunette European descent in her late twenties, with grey eyes, wears hiking clothes, and large black wings. Full moon hangs in the winter night sky. She peeks out from behind a large tree trunk.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 4

    She ducked behind a tree and dropped her pack. Before the dull clank rang out from into the woods, the prey was already headed deeper into the woods.

    All the while the woman’s jacket deformed near her shoulder blades. The distortions grew until they tore clean through at two points. What came out was a congealed mass of bone and newly formed flesh. Shortly thereafter, the mass took on the shape of wings, with feathers filling in the expanse.

    Her transformation was not restricted to growing a pair of wings. Like a butterfly leaving her cocoon, the woman grew more beautiful with every step. Her sharp facial features, elfin ears, and steel-grey had been turning heads for the better part of a century.

    Action shot of brunette of European descent a seen with her back facing the camera. She is in her late twenties, with grey eyes, wears hiking clothes. Full moon hangs in the winter night sky. She runs deeper into the forest, with two large black feathered wings protruding from her shoulder blades.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 3

    “Shit!” the woman swore and ran.

    The surge in adrenaline helped her to ignore the weight. Given the season and ample moonlight, she was dangerously exposed—

    On either side there came a thunk, along with the splintering of wood. She chanced a glance and caught an arrowhead protruding from out of the trunk. Another whoosh, and this time it flew high. Dammit! Does she ever run out?

    She ducked behind a tree and dropped her pack. Before the dull clank rang out from into the woods, the prey was already headed deeper into the woods.

    Action shot of brunette of European descent hiding behind a tree. Woman is in her thirties, with grey eyes, wears hiking clothes, and an oversized hikers backpack suitable for a winter hike. The moon hangs in the sky in the night sky, her eyes are closed, out of breath.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 2

    The hiker had grey eyes, with brown hair tied into a ponytail. Neither detail would turn heads. She blended into crowds, went unnoticed, and her passage was immediately forgotten. The latter was a trait she very much desired.

    Something went whoosh past her left ear. The pause in her movements was nearly imperceptible, dismissable as a trick of the eye, but enough to alert the hunter that their prey was onto them. That was close!

    There came another whoosh. She turned to evade but was too slow. The golden arrow buried itself into her backpack, followed by a dull thud as it struck a ballistic plate.

    “Shit!” the woman swore and ran.

    Brunette of European descent with grey eyes is running through the winter woods with an oversized hikers backpack. The moon hangs over top, and a golden arrow flies past her.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 1

    A lone woman walked through the forest. Her steps left deep impressions in the hard-packed snow. The large backpack weighed her down, pushing her ever closer to exhaustion. Every time she let out a laboured breath, there was a heavy cloud of fog.

    There was nothing out of the norm about hiking out in the woods, other than travelling at night. The full moon was high in the sky, which lit up the path. The trees shed their leaves long ago, giving her a clear line of sight of the silvery forest ahead.

    A lone woman walked through the forest. Her steps left deep impressions in the hard-packed snow. The large backpack weighed her down, pushing her ever closer to exhaustion. Every time she let out a laboured breath, there was a heavy cloud of fog. There was nothing out of the norm about hiking out in the woods, other than travelling at night. The full moon was high in the sky, which lit up the path. The trees shed their leaves long ago, giving her a clear line of sight of the silvery forest ahead The hiker had grey eyes, with brown hair tied into a ponytail.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 378

    When he broke through the surface, his eyes adjusted instantly to the change in ambient light. Even in the dim torchlight, the scene was clear as walking through a town square on a sunny afternoon. Marc saw the stone walls and their inscriptions in full detail. He was even able to peer through the depths of the shadows where the woman in white once stood… She’s gone…

    The next detail he caught sight of was Drusilla’s face transitioning from that smug grin to a scowl. The change had taken a fraction of a second, but his eyes perceived the changes as though she was a mime, her movements exaggerated in slow motion.

    Next, he laid eyes on Susanna, who broke all decorum by clapping her hands. Those eyes, that hair, her smooth skin, and her visible cleavage had no immediate effect. It took a while for his emotions to work their way out of the recesses of his mind… I feel…

    Lord with black hair wearing formal clothing, covered in blood, and standing next to a large well of blood. Woman to his left of Italian descent is clapping, happy, wearing a formal gown. Woman to his right is a blonde wearing a long flowing white robe stained with blood, scowls. Only three people visible. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 377

    It felt like a dream; for one thing, his heart was no longer beating. His lungs should have also been begging for air… something’s amiss…

    There was something else wrong, but he could not reason it out. Not knowing what it was, would annoy him… like standing at attention with an itch…

    Marc looked straight up and used his knees to launch himself off the bottom. He needed seven-hundred-and-ninety-two kicks to break the surface… That’s a long way down!

    Black haired lord in his thirties breaking through the surface of a blood filled well. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 376

    The creature dragged him deeper until his ears popped. Soon after, he noticed a new presence, something that could only be described as cold and dark. Upon contact, the creature fashioned from blood let him go as a shadowy presence enveloped him.

    For several heartbeats, the only thing he saw was a dwindling red light as he sank. The black membrane that enveloped him faded away, as though absorbed through the skin.He descended for what appeared to be hours, but his eyes opened in a flash upon reaching the bottom.

    Despite there being no light, he made out the outlines of the stone and mortar in the well’s wall… Contour without detail…

    IR film finish. Dark haired lord in formal clothing at the bottom of a well. There is no ambient light, but a dim rivulet of light from above… Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 374

    The creature latched onto him and dragged him into the pool. His vision went red and sent him on the precipice of panic. However, Susanna’s siren song echoed through his mind. He focused on her voice and steered away from the maelstrom.

    The creature dragged him deeper until his ears popped. Soon after, he noticed a new presence, something that could only be described as cold and dark. Upon contact, the creature fashioned from blood let him go as a shadowy presence enveloped him.

    A black haired lord dressed in formal clothing is being dragged down a well filled with blood. The creature holding him is composed of hundreds of tendrils, wrapped together into a humanoid form. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 373

    “Say yes,” Susanna pleaded.

    The woman in white shook her head while uttering the same two words… Is she crying?

    “Dites non,” the woman in white mouthed.

    “Yes!” Susanna exclaimed.

    “Dites non!” the woman in white repeated.

    “Please,” Susanna pleaded.

    “Non. Non! NON!” the woman in white pleaded.

    “Do this for me!”

    “Yes,” Marc whispered.

    Black haired gentleman wearing formal clothing, kneeling by a well of blood. One his left a dark haired and black eyed woman of first nations descent, wearing a white gown, is begging him to say no. On his right a brown haired woman of Spanish descent in a gown pleads for him to say yes. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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