I've been published in such publications as Suspense Magazine, Lycan Valley Press, The Fictional Cafe, Drunk Monkeys, Red Fez and others. I've currently self published three novels. I plan to release more shorts and novels. Honestly, I'm just a wisp of smoke gliding across the astral plane, purposely creating thoughtful stories to keep you up at night.


In the year 814, the country of Ashovania is reaching a tipping point in a 100-year civil war. Both factions, Avalon, and Alastair, are battling over the illustrious and mysterious Arcane Rune, which is said to bring prosperity to the soil of the planet. However, things go wrong when the king of Avalon is killed, and his son gains control of the kingdom. He is unfit to helm the war, almost dooming Avalon completely.  Not to mention that he's been suffering from hallucinations of a demon. The story revolves around several people in the country, their connection with the rune, and the explanation of what the demon actually is. 

Ashovania's Demon

"WHERE IS THE RUNE, PRINCE? DELIVER ME IT, AND I SHALL CEASE THIS TORTURE!"


Another slash, which hit four-fold, ripping into his back, blood covering the cell walls in plenty. His voice scarcely audible having screamed so loud from the initial dose of pain. Life flashing before his eyes, he resorted to his old self. Which meant saving his own skin, literally.


"UNDERNEARTH THE FLOOR BOARDS OF THE CASTLE! IN ZEDDORIN, PLEASE STOP! I WILL DIE HERE."


Up and down the heavy armor goes as The Black Knight pauses to both hear and breathe. He'd broken him enough.


"I...In...In the middle of the basement. That...is where you'll find it. No more."


The Black Knight looks down on Nicodemus' muddled body in disgust. He spits on the open sores, combining the DNA of the abuser with the abused,forever bonded.


"If I were you, no matter how much torture, I would never sell my family secrets. You truly are a doleful prince."


Chapter 41