The Top Land Chronicles – World building contest.

These two opening of short stories was written for a writing competition. Although this is the edited version of what was previously The Cumberland Chronicles. I hope you enjoy and any feedback is welcome.   **The Veil.** Word count. 1686   Tarrin pulled a steady stream of energy from the trees into his body and…

[PI] The Cumberland Chronicles – Worldbuilding – 3503 words.

Total word count. 3503 The premise for this collection of writing is that the stories are set in the same world.   The Rising. 2438 word count. Jack watched the torch light sputter and died. The wisps of black smoke from the wax tallow merged with the darkness of the ceiling. A single sash window…

Descendant of Nephilim. Part 7. 

The Beginning Part 7. Vanessa drew back the dark blue curtains and swiveled the decorative hole cap with a finger, she inserted the small key in the window shutter lock and turned. At the click, she pulled open the shutters and let the moonlight through. A rustle came from the corner of the room where…

Descendant of Nephilim Part 6.

The black sedan pulled up to the curb as heavy traffic rattled by. This part of town was extremely busy this time of day as shop works and shoppers alike went in search of nourishment. Department store and office building intermingled with cafes and bars. Life teeming like the ebb and flow of the seas. Humanity unaware of the underworld that surrounded them.

Descendant Of Nephilim. Part 3.

Descendant of Nephilim Part 3.

The events of the night still shook her to her core. Not only had she gained an uncle but she also just found out that her uncle was a immortal psychopathic vampire.
The long hot shower had help soothe her aching muscle if not her mind.

Descendants of Nephilim Part 1.

Those who are considered worthy of taking part in the age to come, and in the resurrection from the dead will neither marry nor be given in marriage, and they can no longer die; for they are like the angels. They are God’s children, since they are children of the resurrection.

Descendants of Nephilim. Part 4.

Cassandra admired the last stroke of red varnish on her elegant fingernails. Her perfectly manicured fingers a far cry from the blood-soaked mess they were hours before. She reclined in the soft baby blue fabric of the wingback chair, as the fire burnt low in the iron grate behind her. Her yellow eyes flicked to the door as a small knock interrupted her vanity.

Descendant of Nephilim. Part 2.

[WP] You are a descendant of the Nephilim, on your 18th birthday your father takes you out for your first fight against an ancient foe.