Jasper Joniec
Bio
I am a new writer from Canada, with an interest in horror short stories, most of which take place in my homebrew D&D campaign setting of mortem
Stories (2/0)
The Midknight
The Army marched forth over the hill, an unstoppable wall of steel and bone, led by their commander, a young man full of hope, courage and potential. They were only a few weeks from the front when they reached a small ruin, and they stopped to investigate. After some considerable searching, the commander had found what appeared to be a blade of masterful make and material; it was made of a dark crystal filled with the stars of the midnight sky, thousands of clusters of luminescence, and the blade spoke to him. It spoke words of war, and of wisdom. It claimed to be named Blood-Drinker, and that it was the greatest weapon any mortal eyes had seen.
By Jasper Joniec2 years ago in Fiction
The Fyrehund
On a cold winter night, the biting storm winds are barely held at bay by a makeshift lean-to, the traveler looks through his bags, only confirming that which he already knew, that his rations were used up long ago, now he looks for something, anything to cook or eat to calm his aching stomach, and all he sees is his loyal companion, Boy. The traveler knew what he must do in order to survive, but he did not like it. He waited, hours passed as he tried to wait out the blizzard, eventually he relented to his ever-growing hunger. Eventually he called Boy over and gave him a hug, slowly pulling out his dagger, wanting to savor every last second with Boy. As he plunged deep into Boy’s heart, Boy let out a booming howl, as he gave his life for the traveler. He ate well that night, and he safely made it home to his family, regretful of what he did that night in the blizzard.
By Jasper Joniec2 years ago in Fiction
