Short Story : The Last Chains

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

The red eyes gazed at them and then she finally spoke, “Welcome my lords, what has brought you here?”

The form of a young woman now stood before her, garbed in a diaphanous gown of flowing reds, golds, blues and greens, and close enough to touch. She walked gracefully in darkness, each footstep alighting an invisible path that Ashe could not

“Precisely,” she agreed with him. Germania then turned her attention toward Chandler the Fair and the Dewy-Eyed Princess, the two of whom happened to standing by, awaiting further orders. “You two, come over here.”

Atet’s body rested a few yards away from me growing colder, she hadn’t lasted long once the guards had sealed the door. I almost smiled when I heard her take that final gasp for air, her worn soul finally at rest. Being a slave, she likely hadn’t eaten well in days, but I suppose that only shortened her anguish. My eyes finally began to adjust to the harshly darkened room and I could make out her crumpled figure sprawled along the ground, I realised that it would only be a matter of hours before I would join her. My own violent coughing interrupted my thoughts; with my head pounding I notice something wet splattered on my hands. With the pain in the back of my skull came the numb realisation that I will join Atet, sooner than I had imagined. I ran my hands along the wall I leant

The creature locked eyes with Maia and pointed towards her. “We needed her, our master wishes for her to be with him, we must do what our master wishes.”

The king waited for a response. He glanced up at his knight. "Did you hear

Before anyone could respond to that, a door suddenly burst open and a hissing vampire leapt out and grabbed Duece by the arm, most likely with the intention of eating him. Duece ,however, reacted quickly and petrified his attacker, looking at the vampire in awe.

Ilexandra Illionus of Kheles awoke to the smell of burning flesh and blood. Pain unlike any she’d ever known burst through her breast and she wailed, a wail that came from deep within, a wail she could not stop. Fire and power seared her bones, bleaching and changing them like sun-baked stones. Her muscles shriveled like paper on the pyre, and lightening rushed along her veins.

"Wait," he heard Ciel call after him. "We need to discuss the orders from the Queen."

The once sealed iron gates reopened, the assembly moved forth with their prince at the lead, excitement brewed throughout; but sudden like the striking of the ebony clock, fear struck for what they believed they had out done, for what they believed they had escaped, waited behind them inside the castle wrought iron gates. For no one could escape the scarlet blood and agonizing pain that waits. The figure stood and slowly like before he advanced; with every stroke of the clock, which you could hear from there, he took one step. Pale became the faces, fast became their heartbeats, and the whole of them quaked in fear, even the eccentric prince dared not move; for blood, scarlet blood, spread everywhere. “And one by one they dropped each dying in the despairing posture they fell. And in the darkness and decay and the red death held illimitable dominion over all.” (Poe,

His should be the first one to go, he decided, happy to reduce his past to embers, pulling the wick close the tight collar. Pushing the flame into it... darkness. The wick burnt out! How – he couldn't say. The sudden absence of light didn't startle him. To his sides he blindly gazed at the walls as though expecting Dimas's return. Perhaps it was his bidding? He'd blown out the light on his rod once already, for whatever bizarre reason.

Raphael tore off a piece of the raggedy tunic he was wearing, then wrapped his wrist up. Satisfied, he took down the five forever burning torches from the walls and placed then on each point of the

At the end of the hallway was Morgana with a scowl the likes Benjamin had never seen was stomping her feet impatiently waiting for Amora and her former best friend. Amora wedged herself in front of Benjamin and Morgan leaving the two to argue with each other throughout the upcoming tour. Amora led the two through the castle showing them the kitchen, library, armory, kitchen, dining room, stables, the great hall, pantries, the larder, the gatehouse, and the cellar which looked more like a dungeon. “Normally most of these tours would end in the cellar, but since you two have been so kind to me I wish to show you four more sites that only the elven royal families have ever laid their eyes upon,” Morgana said. Their next stop were three gigantic stones that had been placed side by side and staked into the ground. The stones were in reality an alter that been used in rituals centuries ago. On the way there Amora talked nonstop about the alter's history having no idea that Morgana and Benjamin could not hear her over their bickering. “Morgana you are lucky that you are a woman or I swear I would have punched you so hard that you would have passed out,” Benjamin quietly

“Come on let’s go!” She said dragging me up the stairs. As we were walking up stairs we heard footsteps. My stomach drop to the floor, I