Category Archives: Storytelling

by Anarch And so ended another exhausting night… It isn’t an easy existence, being a ghoul. Despite the stories that you heard, despite the tales of Kindred who fell in love with mortals and took them under wing to love … Continue reading →

by milliecat@msn.com The Tremere Anastasia Novykh drives up to the Elysium for the first time in nearly a year, having recently regained her privileges to attend from her clan. Her banishment was a bit brief, she mused, considering her outburst. … Continue reading →

by wishing@mail.tele.dk The night of downtown Dallas was dark, but the lands of the dead were even darker. A disheveled soldier was walking through those lands in silence, side by side with the living children of the city, who never … Continue reading →

Ad Infinitum by Millie Cat The air, heavy with incense and smoke, coats the Malkavian’s body like a separate skin as she looks to the narrow closet door before her. More than darkness lies beyond, things more tangible than unknown … Continue reading →

by Sinclair and Millie Sinclair takes a look at himself in the mirror, gathering a few things. He then sharpens his knife before putting it in its sheath and glances around, whistling to himself as he starts out of Joseph’s … Continue reading →

Reach down your hand in your pocket, Pull out some hope for me. It’s been a long day, Always. -Matchbox 20, "Long Day" by Dark Mistress Amy Chapter 1 – Pulling up Hope Her eyes were like liquid and they … Continue reading →

by Nick As Ian Dorff and the rest of the Disease took their place on the stage of the Church, they melded with the ebony veil that blanketed the stage, which through the darkness seemed to become an virus, dark … Continue reading →

by Brittany Adams She was met outside of Moncada’s office by her appointed bodyguards, then led upstairs to her suite. She could barely suppress a small chuckle as the men took up positions on each side of her door. Surely, … Continue reading →

by DeeLacy Bryon walks through the rain as he often does, the cold winter rain, along the path he has walked so many times before. Deja vu… Elizabeth is in her home, compulsively smoothing the furniture and setting pillows to … Continue reading →