Writing Reborn with Arial Burnz

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Crescent Alliance - Episode 01: Part 2
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Crescent Alliance - Episode 01: Part 2

Formerly titled: A Vampire, a Werewolf and an Archdemon Walk into a Bar

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Earlier this week, I published part 1…

A Vampire and a Werewolf Walk into a Bar

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May 2, 2024
A Vampire and a Werewolf Walk into a Bar

Okay, I’m just gonna say I’m having a hard time keeping my Flash Fiction pieces down to short stories. This one looks like it could be the beginning of a new paranormal romance series! Here’s part 1… The vampire strolled in first and his intense eyes swept the empty room before he sauntered to the stool in front of me and sat.

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And here’s part 2…

Crescent Alliance: Episode 01* - Part 2

Ur’gelloth’s henchmen sprang into action, each one leaping for the vampire and werewolf, leaving the archdemon for me. Bam! Scht-tik. I blew off his pointed ear. Bam! Scht-tik. One horn splintered. Bam! Scht-tik. A hole gaped through his left shoulder. Although he took two more steps, seemingly unfazed, the grin melted from his face as the blessed iron pellets and salt took their toll on his wounds.

Would it kill him? Of course not, but it bought me time as he dropped to all fours and released a grating howl.

I rolled my back over the bar, landed on my feet, and yanked the silver-plated iron spike from the back of my corset. Arcing my arm, I came down toward his spine. He reached up and seized my wrist, the stake clattering to the floor.

Nose to nose, he glared at me. “Not today, bitch.”

I pressed my free hand still damp with holy water against his face, and the archdemon growled as his skin sizzled, then slapped my hand away like I was a child. I cracked my knee against his chin with no effect. I cried out as he snapped my wrist.

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