Makayla watched the archer appear from the woods, his face turned from her.
If he wanted her dead, he’d proven he could have killed her several times over.
But he wanted something.
Maybe just a “thank you”.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
One Shot
Serial Micro Fiction: Miracle
Makayla whispered a prayer to Dracor.
Better to die from an archer’s arrow than fall to a vampire.
Another arrow shot from the woods.
And another.
Each felling a single enemy.
It was the miracle she needed as she carved a path through the remaining thralls and their vampire masters.
Serial Micro Fiction: Destroyed
Destroyed.
The lich was destroyed.
How was that even possible?
The darkness inside Corvin screamed.
The lich may be gone, but he still wasn’t free.
Serial Micro Fiction: One Shot. One Kill
One shot. One kill.
Corvin checked the tension on his bow again.
One shot. One kill.
The darkness inside him writhed in anticipation.
He ignored it as he slowed his breathing and heartbeat and aimed.