Naedra

Chapter 3 Gasping awake, I try to shake off that nightmare that has left me sweating and chilled. Only, it is not the nightmare that left me icy, but my surroundings. I was in a grey stone room, silver bars closing off the only entrance. It was scrupulously clean, and a blue bedroll lay in one corner. I checked myself over, noting that nothing of mine was missing, save a mobile phone and my jacket. In their place was a cloak made of an inky black material, with a red lining and silver clasp fashioned in a wolfs head. Picking it up it chilled my fingers, yet also warmed them, as if it were made from woven ice. I let the fabric slip through my

Chapter 2 I woke up by the window of my room, shuddering from the after-effects of having two such creepy dreams. What were they trying to tell me? Looking at the clock on the wall I saw I had a couple of hours until I had to leave for university, so I thought a shower would help me calm down, as well as to wash away the clammy sweat accumulated during the night. Stepping into the shower cubicle I twisted the dial for hot water and felt it pulse down onto my back., the mist gently rising around me. This is how it is, I thought, working the kinks out of my muscles. The perfect way to start… my voice trailed off as I saw the water around

A message to the reader How far would you go to survive? Would you do anything? Sacrifice your friends, your family? I would. In retrospect, I see I made the right decision, but we aren't there yet. I write this to warn you. Warn you of explanations that don't ring true. Warn you that things are not as they seem. But anyway, you should figure it out. For your sake, I hope you do. And hope we never meet, because what happened to me, you will have experienced. Well, let's start here; maybe it will help you avoid my mistakes Chapter 1 The sunset was glorious. Pastel blues and vibrant red, all giving over to the indigo of night, forming a vist

 The year was 2562, and the Hall of the Wolf was echoing with the shouts of young vampires. They had been alive for a good thirty or more years now, but still had the bodies and faces of twelve year-olds. They were heading to the Library, as tonight they were to hear the tale of the Blood Wars, from one of those who fought in it, one of the first to be turned. As the young ones flooded into the room, they saw him draped across a wing-backed chair, his head resting on a heavily scarred hand. His face though, his face was what stopped them dead. Long, fine silver hair cascaded over his shoulders, starkly contrasting with the tribal tattoos curl

Everyone in this world knows that what the Hash'tak tell you is law, and the absolute truth. They evolved on the same world as us, however their culture and technology was vastly superior. Humanity was assimilated into their empire over six generations ago, and since then the world has been stable. Life is hard for the humans, but the Hash'tak are not cruel taskmasters. All they ask is that we follow their directives, and in return they will protect us. But from what? In the time since the Integration, we have seen nothing that we need protection from. However, there must be something. After all, everyone knows the Hash'tak cannot lie…