Alatus huffed out a deep breath as he wiped the blood from his face. His lean body had just managed to execute a whole camp of corrupted...

Her eyes were dark and drowning. Dimming rings sunken in twin wells of want. Demons stirring under her skin. The Angel hadn’t smelled...

It was January, and he found himself at the beach again. He could not remember why he was there but there he was, along with the waves...

Don’t go in there. She's heard it a thousand times, and yet no one has ever produced actual proof of them existing. Sure, the rumours had...

Living with a ghost is one thing. Living with the ghost of your dead partner is a different thing. And the husband doesn't know how much...