Makayla stared down at the fresh graves.
How many innocents would she have to bury? How many men that she’d once called friend?
She gripped the hilt of her sword, and white fire flashed down its blade.
But she still had no answer.
Romance Novel
Serial Micro Fiction: Bitten
As Leikar crouched beside the Knight of Valor, a contingent of Tamarian forces appeared.
They stared at him then the burned zombies.
“Not one of them,” Leikar said standing and holding up his hands. “But this man needs immediate help. He’s been bitten.”
Serial Micro Fiction: Zombie Rot
Panic gripped Leikar. One of the gods’ chosen could not fall.
No like this.
He rolled the unconscious man over and saw the bite marks that had shredded his armor.
Zombie rot, and it was spreading quickly.
Serial Micro Fiction: Smote
As the last of the zombies fell motionless to the ground, Leikar turned to the Knight of Valor, half expecting to be smote.
Instead, the Knight dipped his head in thanks then collapsed to the ground.
Serial Micro Fiction: Ablaze
Leikar watched the Knight of Valor fight, the man’s sword literally ablaze with the light of the gods.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen, and the holy energy was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
But it was still a losing battle.
Not even a Knight of Valor could stand up to so many undead alone.
Serial Micro Fiction: Hiding
Leikar avoided the Tamarian forces, knowing exactly what they thought of a mage.
But not even the trousers and work shirt he’d taken from a dead man hid what he was.
Anyone with a modicum of training could sense the magic flowing through him.
He just hoped he didn’t come across anyone with a modicum of
training.