Budapest Novels & Stories

It’s just that I can’t help feeling a little jealous. I sigh. It isn’t going to do me any good to be jealous of Chris. He is my brother now. Back to what I was doing, I flip the next page. The serpents in here are a bit crazy. I sure hope that I don’t have to face this one. It says that it is called the Hydra. Nine heads! A shiver wracks my body. It may be in the river Styx. Apparently, it used to haunt the lakes in Lerna. Now I am definitely not going to get any sleep. I put the books away and head to the gym. It’s completely silent when I walk in. I strip off my shirt and begin to punch the bags when I heard the door open. Glancing back, I notice Chris walk in.

But since I don’t want to have this discussion – or any discussion – now, I simply nod and let her follow me. As we approach the city center, display windows show the newest trends and most sought-after attire. Mannequins stand in frozen splendor for individuals who won't look twice. Old apartment buildings, shopping malls, and new office towers soar over the street, giving the impression that Bucharest is bigger than life. The double glass doors expose a gentle light of dazzling chandeliers. A cacophony of music and voices comes from within. “I have safely arrived at the party.” “Good.” Alisa stabs me in the shoulder with one slender, manicured fingernail. She points to my left with her chi

𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻, 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃, 𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙴. 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙷 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽,

Gym, great. Gym class with a bunch of werewolves and vampires. What could go wrong?

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

“I’m sorry.” “Yeah, this Sylvester guy is going to be hard to catch if we just use their regular tactics.” I took a deep breath before answering and felt out into the universe. I knew exactly where Sylvester was. An old, run down factory in Budapest. And he wasn’t alone. There were a couple of other Vampires with him. “That’s too bad.”

In the end though, they had given no further protest to my stepping out to go check the houses that Hiro-san had said that he would show me. “And? What do you think?” Hiro-san asked me after giving me a tour of the house personally. He had said that the builder was a friend but, in reality, they were a client. In fact, the very apartment building and vacant flat that he had shown me were his design. It was no wonder that he was so gung-ho about showing me around. In fact, this was the third one that he was showing me just that evening. “I think it’s nice.” I nodded, glancing at the balcony that overlooked the street below. It wasn’t the best view but I could at least see the sky properly.

She was staring again at the face of her big sister. With a heavy heart, I stood up and approached Bel. "Do you know where Kokoy is?" I asked before we left Maymay and Angela inside the room. "He's outside. Fetching water in the well," Bel answered. We went outside and waited for a vehicle to ride in. The bus stopped in front of us and we entered quickly. After a half-hour of the ride, we were already in front of a coffee shop. "Is this the coffee shop of your client?" I asked Bel while scanning the place.

Since there was a throne, a Vlad has sat in it. Carpathia is more or less the Carpathian Mountains. There are a lot of stories that come from my part of the world, most of which demonize or fancify my kind depending on which you hear. We aren’t undead or damned. In some ways, it does feel like we are cursed, but that’s just personal shit.