A fated dance


“What a great turn out, it seems. I hope I am not too late.” Vladimir’s onyx hues made their way around the crowd, as he slipped inside the estate, casually greeting the other people with a soft smile and a simple nod of his head. With every mask he glanced at, every dress and suit…

Marduk Mythios


READER BEWARE Dear Reader, my name is Marduk Mythios and this is my story. I urge you to close the book now if you don’t like blood, gore, or dark scenes. I can assure you this story is packed full of all of the above, and even more than I can describe in a mere…