Jason Zapata

Category: writing

  • “Tasoula the Rogue”

    By Jason Zapata Stars twinkled brightly in the clear Neverwinter night sky. The trees swayed in a steady breeze that cooled Tasoula’s face and hands. The halfling looked up at the waxing moon hanging over the outpost. Its light briefly chased away the shadow her cloak cast on her face. It was a beautiful night…

  • I,Dracula: Part Six

    I,Dracula: Part Six

    By Jason Zapata Armed with stakes and rituals Helsing brought Morris, Steward and Holmwood entered the fight Filled with resolve these men attacked forthright The demise of all vampires Van Helsing sought So across London our secret war was fought My strongholds were exorcized and set alight In pyres that illuminated the fog swept night…

  • I,Dracula: Part Five

    I,Dracula: Part Five

    By Jason Zapata In Mina’s loving company I became immersed Felt the pulse of her blood as I held her hand A temptation I intractably fought to withstand What remained human of me feared the worst So her friend Lucy served to quench my thirst Fearful men strived to disrupt what I planned Knowing nothing…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned

    Part Seven of The Necromancer of Bern Albrecht Von Zähringen crawled through layers of loose cemetery soil until he was finally free of the suffocating earth that buried him. The Necromancer’s right arm was all but useless. The knight’s blade had cut deep into his bicep and forced him to claw at the cold earth…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned

    Part Six of The Necromancer of Bern Reginald guardedly descended into the cellar’s first chamber. The odd bit of rotten flesh and stale blood on the earthen floor marked the recent passage of the undead. Brackish light illuminated the scene. Its source was burning pitch held in metal brackets fastened to the walls. The manor’s…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Five of The Necromancer of Bern Night fell over Bern and Sir Reginald moved quickly through the city. Sentries patrolled the streets. Restless men with large halberds scoured the area for any potential enemies. The people of Bern knew evil dwelt within their city. Something Reginald would be considered if light from their lanterns…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Four of The Necromancer of Bern The sun shined through a stand of evergreens on the outskirts of Bern. It was welcome relief from the endless rain and snow of the previous days. Cloudless blue skies stretched overhead. Bird song could be heard from adjacent trees near Sir Reginald. The knight camped at the…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Three of The Necromancer of Bern Deep lines gouged into the Saracen’s face tell Sir Reginald that his enemy has seen many battles. Further confirmation comes in the form of his foes scimitar strikes. It’s all Reginald can do to intercept the blows with his battered shield. A cold certainty fills the pit of…