Conrad Rice

It could have been a very good party. That fact could not be disputed. All of the aristocrat families in the City had been invited to it, and most of ...

Creep slunk through the sewers. The noxious smell of human waste entered his nostrils and he grimaced in disgust. He didn’t need to go far down here, just far enough ...

The waking world returned to Creep in a blinding flash of light like some divine revelation. He put his hand over his eyes, trying to protect them from the brilliance. ...

It did not take Creep one day to heal his wounds. For three months he stayed in Concetta’s room as he recovered, trying not to move too much lest he ...

Creep rose up on shaky legs, body covered in the gore of The Nail, berserker mindset already falling away again. The boy was rising up once more within him. Concetta ...

The snow was blown around in great clumps, its chill sending the people who had business at Gatekeepers hurrying through the gold double doors into the building. That wasn’t very ...

Okay, so someone may notice that this chapter and Chapter 5 have the same subtitle. Well, as far as the story goes, I will be taking the advice of some ...

In the bounds of sleep Creep found himself standing on a wide, black plain; a dark wasteland of lightning and fire. Anxiety swept through his mind like a flood, washing ...

Creep walked up the dark stairway, slowly stepping so that the sound of his approach could not be heard. It would do no good for him to get this close ...

The world returned in a whirl of sound. The whistling of the cold wind and the speaking of voices. Three, maybe four. Creep opened his eyes. The penthouse looked as ...

Creep woke up to being thrown down on a couch. A second later he was on his feet, hands balled into fists, ready to fight his way out. He was ...