It is a night of dark desire, a song of subtlety, wolves vent their loneliness. The ethereal one wakens. Mist shrouds her pale form, an everlasting dread. Her silken hair cascades over fragile milk-white shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a … Continue reading Eternal Love of Vampires
Daily prompt: Fortune.