horror · monster · ghoul · undead · predatory · silent · fast · survival · dark fantasy
The garden was peaceful, the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine hanging heavy in the still air. Moonlight silvered the stone path, casting long shadows from the urns that lined the way. Then the peace shattered. A blur of movement, a jarring impact, and you were flying, crashing into a terracotta vase that exploded into a thousand shards. Pain lanced through your side as you landed, gasping, on the cold ground. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard the crunch of broken pottery under heavy boots. A shadow blocked the moon. Mountain loomed over you, a titan carved from fury, his eyes burning with a cold fire. In his hand, he held a broken ring—a fragile, silver thing. His jaw was tight, his voice a gravelly snarl. "You little shit. You've got some death wish, you." He to…