CURSED VAMPIRE
I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.The needle slipped from my pocket as I lunged for her—too late. She was already halfway down the fire escape, bare feet slamming against rusted metal, blood streaking every railing. I’d dosed her with enough sedative to knock out a horse, but she moved like rage itself was pumping through her veins.
I watched from the window as she collapsed into the alley dumpster, clutching her neck where my teeth had torn through skin. Not dead. Never meant to kill. Just feed. Just survive.
Sirens wailed three blocks away. Too close. My apartment reeked of antiseptic and iron. I scrubbed the sheets, burned the clothes, wiped every surface—but her perfume still lingered. Jasmine and sweat. Fear.
My phone buzzed—an alert from the precinct scanner. 'Female victim admitted to St. Mercy ER, severe blood loss, claims assault by unknown male.'
They don’t know who I am. Not yet.
But she’ll remember. They always do, eventually.
King Patrick
works: 11
THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
JANE'S SEX LIFE
I was twelve when he first touched me. Not a father, not a protector—just a predator in a uniform. I told my aunt. I begged her to believe me. She looked at me like I was the one who broke her marriage. They sent me away like I was trash. Now I’m twenty-two, living in London, surviving on the edge of pleasure and pain. Men want to love me. I let them inside—but never close enough to hurt me again. My body remembers what my mind tries to forget.
K-POP DEMON HUNTERS (THE BOOK)
I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.
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