Halloween Special: The Haunted House – Part II

My eyes flickered open with a thirst for blood. It burned in my throat like something that couldn’t be satiated.

“Welcome,” said a British voice, growing louder and louder. “Welcome to my great ploy to turn you all into vampires.” Soon, I could feel a cold, icy breath against my neck.” You’re the first.”

“What’s your name?” I seized the vampire’s wrist, though he pulled back. Contrary to what the Internet said about vampires, he was pretty intense. I turned around to see glowing crimson eyes sifting through my soul for any sign of weakness.

“Reese.” What a strange name for a vampire. Even stranger: he yanked me to his frame and breathed into my face, “Don’t ever try to beat me again.” Without a second thought, he leaned into my lips, no permission. His fangs dragged my lower lips between his mouth.

It wasn’t a pleasant kiss. After all, I was seized, and I didn’t know how to respond. It felt like I didn’t have a choice but to sip Reese’s lips, which tasted like blood.

Betimes his tongue tried to slip into my maw, I pushed Reese away, saying, “Leave me alone,” as I raced for the door. Unfortunately, another vampire blocked the door.

“Leaving so soon?” asked the female vampire in a French accent, lifting the side of her lip into a curled smirk. She wore her hair in ginger spikes and hovered in front of me in a heavy black dress. Like Reese, she had glowing crimson eyes. “I’m Chloe.”

“Aria.”

Before I could plan my attack, my friends barged open with wooden stakes, demanding my whereabouts.

Halloween Special: The Haunted House – Part 1

I stared at the vines of ivy wrapping around the columns of the so-called Haunted House of Horrors in the dead of night. The brochure hadn’t said anything about ivy creeping through the crevices of the columns when we made plans.

My leather-clad hand wrapped around my friend Jasiri’s hand. “Are you sure about this?” I asked Jasiri. Her thick, ebony hair whipped in the wild wind. Mine, meanwhile, was covered in a headdress for Halloween. “I mean, it looks like the brochure hasn’t been updated for years.”

“Are you chickening out on us?” asked another one of my friends. The herculean Tarkan. He scoffed. “Typical Aria. So superstitious. I mean, you make a salt circle in front of your bedroom door.”

“At least she’s smarter than you two fools,” Jasiri retorted, placing her hand on her hips. “If this place is haunted, at least she knows what to do before she chickens out.” Oh, yeah … I forgot about Jared, Tarkan’s go-to man when he made a so-called “sick” burn. Jared wasn’t many for words. He just agreed with everything Tarkan said and laughed at everything in general.

“Heh,” Jared let out between laughs. “She called us fools.” I rolled my eyes. Why had we agreed to bring Jared along? He was dull as a fool. If Jasiri was right about one thing, it was that we had invited a fool to spend Halloween with us.

“Fine. I’ll go in.” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. I made my way past the columns and approached the door with two boards crossing each other next to the handle. “I am not a chicken.”

The three of them bawked like chickens. So, I kicked open the door, which was barely on its hinges. I turned to my friends.

“There!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Anger seared across my face. At the same time, a shiver spiraled down my spine. “Happy?”

“‘Go inside,” they all demanded. So, just to prove my friends wrong about me, I squeezed inside, cobwebs smearing across my face.

I looked around. Old stations glowed in melancholy. Candles flickered in dull orange flames. But something seemed unsettling. Something wasn’t right about the atmosphere.

Before I could glance over my shoulder, a pair of teeth sank into my neck. My ears began to ring. And the world faded to black before my eyes.

Stay tuned for Part 2 tomorrow.
Happy Halloween!

Meet Tulia

Tulia is the protagonist of the first part of my series called The Deathchasers Chronicles. As the lead, she goes through many phases of arcs, and she is very powerful. You wouldn’t want to cross her for loyalty is what she values most in people.

Beware of your opinions on her.

Passage

My mother drove me four hours to upstate New York, where a prestigious drama academy known as the Hamilton Institute of the Fine Arts awaited me to step foot through the door. On the East Coast of the United States of America, Hamilton promised a path to fame and glory by making its passing students the most eligible applicants to Juilliard. 

Heck, just thinking about it made me squeal with excitement as blurs of colors flashed past me. The people I would meet. The network of connections I would make. I was one step closer to fulfilling my purpose.

I could see my name popping against the general populace’s eyes: Tulia Gardner. Famous. Signed to a record label. Sold-out concerts. Everything I could ever imagine was just a brushstroke away. There was nothing that could stand in my way.

I was Tulia freaking Gardner.

Deathchasers Preview

During intermission, I searched the dressing room for Bakula and Ari. The heavy weight of my chest assured me I had seen Cronos. Sure, it was my destiny to bring peace to nature, but I couldn’t do it without these two.

People and overlapping noise crowded the dressing room. They all scattered throughout the space, making the room a labyrinth. At the same time, a cacophonous symphony filled my ears. It all came back to how the first act went. Majority thought it went well.

“You did well.” At the sound of Ombline’s voice, I whipped around to see her smirking. I stumbled backward into Hunter, stammering with incoherent sounds.

Hunter let out a grunt. “Watch it.” When I glanced over my shoulder at him, he crossed his arms over his black polo. His twitching eyes looked like he was a timebomb. It wasn’t the pleasant eyes gave everyone. No, he showed the sin of humanity for a moment. Hatred. However, he flickered to his boyfriend and back to me: his ugly expression now disappeared. Instead, he had the the demeanor of a tideless sea.

“Sorry,” I said to him, my lips in a tight smile. When he nodded, I returned to Ombline. Her two-toned wig covered one of her eyes. She dragged her foot in an arc. To top it off, she looked at me with rain-stained eyes, both laced with the pain of almost being victim to Cronos. So, I wondered if there anything I could do. Rgus came through my words to her,.

“Ombline, I’m here for you.” At this moment, I completely forgot that I was in search of Bakula and Ari. Heck, I even effaced seeing Cronos from my mind. All that consumed me was an urge of selflessness.

Sure, Ombline bullied me several time, but after being hugged by Ombline this week, something told me that perhaps she had a change of heart. Maybe she did. Maybe not.

Read Deathchasers on Wattpad.

Behind the Book: Deathchasers

In the beginning, Deathchasers was basically a series written like the Warriors. I planned on having multiple volumes in the series. But that didn’t work out, so I combined the character Avalynne from fantasy novel of the same name. It was called Deathchasers: Avalynne. Unfortunately, I gave up on that too. The idea came back to me a third time when I combined it with Letters from an Angel. I was going for a vibe similar to The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver except more fantasy. It held similar traits to Deathchasers: Avalynne, such as the fantasy world where the Deathchasers resided. Like before, I never went through with it.

This year, I got inspiration to rewrite the Deathchasers series as a superhero saga. The story follows 17-year-old Tulia Gardner as she navigates the world of Greek mythology, theater, and magic as she tries to defeat the titan Cronus, who has escaped from his underworld prison, and it’s up to Tulia and the Deathchasers to find and capture him.

I love this version because it’s dark and takes all of my energy to try and make it the best thing possible. Prepare for superheros, theater, and music like never before.

Cover Reveal: Deathchasers

Isn’t it beautiful? Prepare for more coming this weekend. Thank you Manya for making this cover. You’re a great cover artist. I love how it captures the dark essence of the story.