Natalie Gray
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Welcome, Travelers! Allow me to introduce you to a compelling world of Magick and Mystery. My stories are not for the faint of heart, but should you deign to read them I hope you will find them entertaining and intriguing to say the least.
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The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 14
Life at the convent was quite simple, yet rather peaceful. The sisters had developed a seamless routine of pray, eat, work, repeat, and Danny and Penelope fell into that routine with little difficulty. Mother Abigail had a seemingly endless list of minor repairs and routine maintenance tasks for Danny to do in addition to helping out with the daily chores. Although by far not the most skilled carpenter or plumber, Danny knew how to swing a hammer and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if the need arose. Every other day, a handful of the sisters traveled down into the valley to the nearby village, to help out the elderly and infirm. Penelope elected to go with them on these little trips, mostly so that she could check out the village book shop and do more research on the internet there. Danny, of course, couldn't leave the convent for a myriad of reasons, but was usually kept so busy he didn't have time to notice her absence.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 13
Pain. Blind, pure, excruciating pain. That was all that Danny knew. The silver crucifix seared his brow like molten lead, but he couldn't move to knock Mother Abigail's hand away. His spine arched backward away from her at an unnatural angle as an unearthly scream rose from his throat. Mother Abigail held the back of his head with her other hand, keeping him upright and the cross pressed firmly to his forehead. After the initial shock wore off, he began twisting in her grip, trying to free himself. For such an elderly woman, however, Mother Abigail's grip was firm and unrelenting. Her eyes bore into him, still warm but incredibly stern, "Breathe, Daniel; focus on the darkness, and expunge it!!"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Ch. 12
The warm, heady odor of burning incense tickled Danny's nose when he awoke. He found himself laying in a plain, metal-framed bed that was a hair too short for his tall frame, in a room that was a little smaller than his apartment at the Academy. Large, heavy wooden beams adorned the ceiling, and the walls appeared to be constructed out of stacked stone and mortar. He heard movement to his left and quickly turned his head toward the noise, just in time to see a blurry, dark figure walk past the foot of his bed toward the room's only window. A groan left his throat and he squinted, temporarily blinded as the figure opened the shutters a little wider to let in more light to the darkened space. Upon hearing the sound of his groggy discomfort, the figure turned toward him with a soft gasp. "Oh," a woman's cheery voice exclaimed, "you're awake! I'm glad. How do you feel?"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
One Way Railway Ch. 3
This place sure isn't like any I'd seen before. Everything looks all shiny and clean, from the floors to the ceiling. It makes my eyes hurt a little from the light sparkling off the gleaming red, white and polished silver. The people who ran it must really like working here to keep it so pretty looking. It strikes me as odd that they're aren't more customers in here. This seems to be the only spot in Purgatory that serves food, although just by looking at the sign behind the counter I don't think I've ever had food like this before. Some of those things I ain't too sure are even food at all.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Ch. 11
After Dr. Horace left to fix a cup of tea for his ward, Danny headed downstairs to the guest room to check up on Penelope. He thought about just letting himself in, but paused with his hand on the knob. On the off chance that she had awakened, he didn't wish to barge in unannounced. Very timidly, he tapped on the door, "Penelope? Are ye awake?" He put his ear to the heavy walnut panel, listening carefully for any sign of movement on the other side. When he heard nothing, he swallowed nervously and pushed the door open.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
One-Way Railway: Ch.2
All I gotta say is, that was the last time I take the subway after midnight. Nai Nai and I got into another fight though over my grades (what else is new) and I just had to let off some steam. She just doesn't get what it's like, being from "The Old World" and all; it's the twenty-first century now. I've got other stuff to worry about besides acing AP Calc! Or... I guess it's more accurate to say I had more important stuff to worry about. All that stuff seems way unimportant right now. Truth be told, I'd give anything to go back to our crummy apartment on the lower East Side and just tell her I'm sorry. I got a wicked temper, see, and...well, I said some things I didn't mean. I guess I'm like my mom that way. I wish I could remember more about her besides just that.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 10
Danny's palms began to sweat as he stood before the mystery woman, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Penelope struggling in her grip. "I don't know who you are," Penelope grunted, "and I don't care! Daniel is not going with you, and that's-" Her eyes widened as she trailed off abruptly with a choking gasp. The woman's arm had pressed tighter to her throat, cutting off her defiant chirps.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 9
"NO!!!" Danny cried, reaching out in desperation toward Penelope as the rifle's muzzle flashed. She was a good two meters away from him, yet somehow he made it to her side in under a second. operating fully on raw instinct, he held her close to his body and turned his back to Kane, bracing for the searing pain that was sure to come from the bullet impacting his flesh. To his utter shock, however, the pain he expected never came. He staggered from the impact, but instead of feeling the bullet sink into his flesh he heard a high-pitched crystalline "ping", and a confused string of expletives from Kane. When he peeked open one eye to brave a look around, everything was white around him.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Chapter 8
The kneehole of the desk was quite cramped, barely able to accomodate Danny's 187 cm frame, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He covered his mouth with both hands, silently begging for the large intruder sitting just above his head to leave. To tell the truth, as terrified as he was for himself he worried more about the students; by his watch, it was after five a.m., which meant very soon the Academy would be waking up and starting the day with no knowledge that a madman with a gun had made his way onto campus. That part alone had Danny flummoxed. Brighton Academy had one of the most top-notch security systems in the country, not to mention a fleet of highly trained guards patrolling the grounds at all hours. How in the world then had a man as large as a bear waltzed past the guardhouse armed with a hunting rifle and not been noticed? Danny knew he had to take action to protect his students and colleagues, and he had to act sooner rather than later.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Crime Files
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of Space, or so they say. I've always considered her a cruel mistress; cold, empty, unforgiving...and yet, that's part of her charm. As bleak and lonely as the Void can be, she's quite the alluring and talented seductress, a vast, untapped resource full of mystery and intrigue. To put it simply, she is at the same time my worst enemy and my greatest lover. It may seem bizarre to some, but I've always felt at home in the velvety embrace of her star-studded bosom, and today was no different.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
When Danny finished unraveling his tale, Dr. Horace sat back, removed his small, round spectacles and began polishing them with a deep sigh. "It would seem your tolerance for your medication has increased," he observed, tutting softly under his breath, "Full-blown hallucinations and blackout spells in the middle of the day... my, my, my..."
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
