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On this week's Character Corner, meet Vampire Council member, Russia's representative, Ivana Stralenco. She's a hardliner when it comes...

Say you’re against fascism, but make it true Confused by the definition, I’ve no clue Always protesting open debate Claiming outside...

On this week's Character Corner, meet the Vampire Council member, the representative from Japan, Hideo Yamagata. A trained samurai, he is...

On this week's Character Corner, meet the man-monster, Frederick. Created by Dr. Albert Gertner for the Nazi's, this gentle giant goes...

See the lonely teddy bear sitting on the lawn Covered in glistening dew right before the dawn Loved only by a special little girl Who...

This week's Character Corner meets Dr. Albert Gertner. Gertner was the scientist that Nazi Germany hired to create their own "Super...

Jacob Wendell lay in his bed, slowly disintegrating from ALS, better known as Lou Gehrig's disease. Not only was he...

This week's Character Corner features the infamous Zombie King himself, Edward Krombie. Many in the Necro Realm don't believe that he is...

Sitting in the corner with my knees to my chest Young somber eyes are denied any form of rest For the visions to stop, I would tear out...

Take one pill to make me happy Then why do I feel so crappy Wicked thoughts darker than before Slicing my arms up even more Shallow with...

Mysterious eyes pierce through the night Just a little blood will do all right A savage hunger rips at his soul The reaper's bell will...

I sit alone on my bunk, counting every tick of the clock. Fourteen minutes to go. They moved me to isolation yesterday. Said it was protocol. Truth is, they didn’t want my old cellmate watching me unravel. I stare at the walls, gray and indifferent, just like the men

Chas moved like a shadow with teeth. The older thug stepped forward, waving a pistol, his voice cocky. “You picked the wrong alley, freak.” The vampire didn’t flinch. He was already calculating heartbeats—two fast, one slower and weakening. The old woman’s. “Shoot him, Juan!” the younger one barked, knife in hand, his bravado fading fast. Juan fired. The shots hit home, slamming into Chas’s chest and shoulder. He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, he looked down at the w