tmd_HC
Plot Weaver
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Follow into the shadows. by tmd_HC
Chapter 2 in Mayan Vampire Origins
The whispers grew louder as we neared the monolith, a chorus of sibilant hisses that seemed to slither through my very bones. They emanated from within the moss-covered stone itself, beckoning me forward with an irresistible pull. Miguel, ever stoic, pressed on ahead, machete hac...
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Introduction by tmd_HC
Chapter 1 in Mayan Vampire Origins
The musty scent of aged parchment clung to my nostrils like a second skin. I ran a calloused thumb over the faded glyphs, their intricate curves whispering secrets only deciphered by moonlight and years spent hunched over dusty tomes in forgotten libraries. This one, tucked away...
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A Vampire Sister, A Vampire Roomate by tmd_HC
Chapter 13 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in my chest – a primal sound echoing the shift that was taking place within her. Her breaths hitched and caught, each one punctuated by sharp intakes of air as if struggling to fill lungs suddenly too small for the burgeoning power surging thro...
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The Awakening by tmd_HC
Chapter 12 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
I led Katie through the dusty labyrinth of our shared dorm room, her hand resting lightly on my arm like a hummingbird’s wing against sun-warmed bark. The air hung thick with anticipation and the scent of text books mingled with something newly intoxicating – the heady aroma of...
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Endless nights by tmd_HC
Chapter 11 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
Katie’s breath hitched again, this time a soft gasp escaping her lips as she traced the line of my fangs with a hesitant fingertip. They were cool against her skin, smooth and polished like obsidian despite their sharp edges. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine – not just from...
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End the Night, start something more by tmd_HC
Chapter 10 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
Katie’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes that mirrored the one I felt flickering within myself. "Well," she said, tilting her head and taking another playful sip of her now-empty glass, "you certainly seem to be going for it." She was right about that. There was so...
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A seccond unknown taste by tmd_HC
Chapter 9 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
Tiffany set down the two new cocktails with a practiced smile. “Enjoy those,” she chirped, her eyes lingering on Katie for just a beat too long before moving on to the next table. "Cheers," I said, raising my glass in another toast. Katie clinked hers against mine and took a l...
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Mmmmh, Tequila by tmd_HC
Chapter 8 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
Katie slid back into the booth, a playful grin on her face. "Sorry about that," she said, reaching for her drink with an air of contentment. "That line was longer than usual." I kept my gaze fixed on her glass as she lifted it to her lips, savoring the sight of the vibrant oran...
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Rusty Mug's Back Booth by tmd_HC
Chapter 7 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
The Rusty Mug was a sensory the moment we stepped inside. A cacophony of laughter, drunken shouts, and off-key karaoke battled for dominance over the thumping bass line emanating from the unseen speakers somewhere deep within the dimly lit bar. The air hung thick with th...
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Rusty Mug or Tainted Mug by tmd_HC
Chapter 6 in A Collection of Vampire Short Stories
The Rusty Mug was a sensory the moment we stepped inside. A cacophony of laughter, drunken shouts, and off-key karaoke battled for dominance over the thumping bass line emanating from the unseen speakers somewhere deep within the dimly lit bar. The air hung thick with th...
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