The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich Novels & Stories

“Until I saw what it cost.” Daniel stepped closer, voice hard. “And what was that?” “People,” Rhett said quietly. “Entire teams, volunteers, prisoners, anyone they could vanish without question. Kael believed pain was the key to progress.” Before anyone could respond, the wall behind them groaned. A section buckled outward, metal tearing like paper. Daniel raised his weapon, but what stepped through wasn’t the creature. It was a man tall, wearing a torn black coat, blood smeared down his arm. His eyes glowed faint blue, the same as the cables lining the walls.

"One of my pack members died due to the attack of night crawlers…" ********

' With a massive smash the huge creeper descended hard to the ground making the weapons on it’s back shattering firstly as it flattened. Dryad appeared on the ground just as he bent his ankle mistakenly standing upon a rock, he grunted looked at the huge absolutely dead creeper splattered on the ground before him. His freckled face and his wet white hair were covered with the blood of the huge creeper veiling his own blood. Underneath those blood of his was the eyes of a glowing fire. The weapons on each hand were dripping onto the ground. Revealing the fogs and trees that surrounds the two figure near the mountain under the starless sky.

She began, raising the one question that had formed since she'd seen the photograph. "He's my leader. What else do you want to know?" "A name would be nice considering that I've been hunting him for nearly three years." "His name is Demitri Van Santen." "It's nice to finally put a name to that blood sucking warthog." "Warthog huh? You sure do hate him a lot." He stated, not at all surprised by her attitude. "You would too if he killed the only person in the world who gave a damn about you."