Jason Zapata

Tag: horror

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Three of The Lost Children of Guérande “Hello, monsieur. My name is Clemence.” Reginald whipped his head around and spotted a young girl beside him. She was a frail and filthy thing. Her blonde hair was uncombed, half of which hung to one side by a single pigtail. She gave Reginald an impish smile,…

  • I, Dracula: Finale

    By Jason Zapata Past the guarded port of Varna I would sail Where enemies awaited having arrived by train But their efforts to ambush me were in vain Relentless Helsing followed by mountain trail Driven by his indomitable will to prevail The brave men of the west invaded my domain Once more blood covered this…

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Two of The Lost Children of Guérande Things seemed to move slowly at that point. Reginald could see Andre’s outstretched hand ready to accept his sword. The knight stepped around him – knowing how the Frenchman would react. An affirming rasp of the sheriff’s sword leaving its scabbard warned Reginald.

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part One of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald stared into the polished metal hanging over the basin. Its dull reflection captured his troubled image. A man of 24 years stared back at him. Unkempt brown hair and several days’ worth of stubble covered his face. It had been seven months since the events of…

  • 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…