If any of my DDs get this, please head to this link
https://www.wattpad.com/story/181136877-dublin-daes
Everyone was excited about Dublin Daes getting published. Everyone but me. I missed what we had here on the blog. The banter, your reactions and everything in between.
So Dublin Daes is on Wattpad for everyone again. It's not just my story but all of yours too.
And I have started on the 2nd book.
Again if you see this, head to that link,
Dublin Daes
Deep in Dublin's city lies the essence of it all. Magic. Where all the fairy tales you thought were imaginary, are actually real and a major crisis is coming to head. So mortals be prepared as the demons and your nightmares come out from the cracks. Can you trust and rely on one lonely werewolf? Well he does kick ass...
Wednesday 31 July 2019
Tuesday 1 July 2014
Moving Home!
Ladies and Gentlemen, during this epic and agonising wait for Dublin Daes to become main stream published, I am making some changes that could be for the best or the worst.
One of them is moving this blog from Blogger over to WordPress.
I like WordPress, I have my own book review blog on there and I like how you can do a bit more and make it even more personal to suit you and your readers, so that's part of the reason why I'm moving the blog.
I hope you will all join me in the move and keep support Dublin Daes and give it the recognition you all know and I know it deserves.
So head over to www.dublindaes.wordpress.com and I'll see you all soon!
Peace out
xxx Emerald xxx
One of them is moving this blog from Blogger over to WordPress.
I like WordPress, I have my own book review blog on there and I like how you can do a bit more and make it even more personal to suit you and your readers, so that's part of the reason why I'm moving the blog.
I hope you will all join me in the move and keep support Dublin Daes and give it the recognition you all know and I know it deserves.
So head over to www.dublindaes.wordpress.com and I'll see you all soon!
Peace out
xxx Emerald xxx
Friday 14 February 2014
Happy Valentine's Day
Drew swore at himself as he raced through the city towards the
Guinness Storehouse. He had just finished his last patrol and was heading
home. It was Valentine’s night and his wife and their evening together was waiting for him. However as he came over O'Connell Bridge, he hear the blood
curdling howl coming from up the river.
He didn't want to go and investigate, he was off the clock. And if
he was to be perfectly honest, he didn't particularly care. But he also knew
that if he didn't go, he would have the Classes all over his ass.
As he ran towards the howl, he started getting the smell of hops.
That was the only clue he got to go to the Storehouse. He slowed down to take
the turn onto Robert Street, the hops smell was starting to make him ill. But
he stopped quickly in his tracks as he saw the body on the ground in front of
him. He slowly walked towards it, drawing his sword from behind his back. It
was an absolute mess. Vampire bites and scratches all over the body. This
seemed to be a shut and closed case and would result in a visit to the Assembly
but that could all wait until tonight was over. He was about to turn around
when he stopped, a sick feeling now emanating from his stomach.
The body was a werewolf.
There was a vampire running around with werewolf blood in its
system. Werewolf blood that already was infecting the vampire since the moment
it took its first drop. The insanity creeping up on the vampire’s cunning
hunter skills making the beast rabid. Now Drew wanted to bang his head off a
brick wall. Why did a vampire decide to become unhinged on Valentine’s night?
Ellie would never forgive him, he had never missed a Valentine’s day since the
day they were married and now some vampire was going to ruin their perfect
night. This made him angry.
He rounded the corner towards the main entrance to the Storehouse.
It looked a lot more daunting and sinister during the night than it’s usual
bubbling tourist attraction feel. There was plenty of tall buildings and towers, pipelines running in between most of the buildings. The vampire could
be anywhere. He scraped his sword along the ground slowly, it’s noise was
giving him a headache but it’s purpose was to draw out the vampire. If the
noise gave him a headache then the vampire’s hearing would be pierced right
through, especially in its infected state.
A shadowy figure ran past him on his left. He spun, sword now up in
front of him. Nothing was there but he could smell the vampire. Except the
normally sweet vanilla smell he would get was overpowered by something else, it
was like rotting fruit.
“I know you're here. You stink to high heaven. Come out!” Drew
shouted, his echo was disturbing him slightly. There was too much space and
places where he could be ambushed. A vampire high on werewolf blood was not to
be taken lightly. He heard a laugh from behind him, he turned on his heel
quickly. Nothing. The laugh emanated from his right then, nothing again. This
vampire was fast and getting slightly over confident. Something then flashed in
front of Drew and knocked him back. He fell hard onto the cobblestones with his
sword flying over his head and embedding into the wooden gate behind him. Drew
groaned as the laughing was now closer, in front of him. He looked up.
“Rancid!” He snarled.
This vampire was part of Nigel’s recovery program at the same time
Drew was. He was the only vampire to ever kill over his limit at that time so
detaining him was a must. Nigel worked the vampire through his paces and was
certain that he had succeeded in rehabilitating and taming the beast within.
This was the only time that Nigel was wrong. Rancid broke free during one of
the medical evaluations, killed most of the staff in Nigel’s department before
breaking free of the building. They followed him and tried to detain him again
but he just dropped off the radar. Or so Drew thought.
“I was back in the old stomping ground so I decided to grab a bite
to eat. How are you O’Connor?” Rancid smiled, his thick London accent making it
sound like he was slurring his words. Though with the amount of werewolf blood
he had, he probably was beginning to feel its effects. He was looking a
horrible red colour as Drew noticed a few spurts and clumps of fur growing on his neck and hands.
“You're not welcome here Rancid so why don't you swim back home!”
Drew spat.
“Aww and here I was thinking that you would be happy to get a bit
of thrill or did he warlock subdue the big bad wolf?”
“That was a different time Rancid. Daes look out for one another now
and you realise what you've done, don't you? You killed a werewolf. That’s a
offence punishable for death.”
Rancid stopped and just looked at Drew for a second before smiling.
His fangs were starting to become crooked and growing on top of one another.
Drew didn't have a lot of time before he would change into one of those freaky
hybrids. He only saw a hybrid once and nearly lost a leg because of it.
“Don’t tell me you’re the sheriff around here now O’Connor?”
Drew showed off his best unimpressed look as the vampire cackled as
if it was such a big joke. Suddenly the cackling stopped and the vampire
started making a gurgling sound. His whole body contorted as parts of it starting
growing. He looked disfigured as his left shoulder bulged, causing a muscular
hump. His right arm and left leg also muscled up. The vampire hissed as he
looked up at Drew. Most of his neck and face was covered in fur. His jaw was
wide with jagged fangs. His eyes changed as well, they were mainly werewolves eyes then his own. Rancid stood and howled. It was a horrible howl. Drew looked
around for his sword and saw it embedded half way up into the wood. He
scrambled up and grabbed onto the handle. He pulled it and it moved a few
inches but it was proving difficult to pull it. It was either a strong gate or
his panic was setting in. He never could think when he panicked. Drew turned
around just as Rancid pounced up but the hybrid was knocked flying to the side
and crashed into the concrete, causing a dent. Drew gasped as he watched the
beast yowl and groan before looking to see who drop kicked it. His mouth nearly
fell off when his eyes met the person.
It was Ellie.
“Ellie! For fucks sake what are you doing here?” Drew shouted as he
pulled at the sword again.
“A ‘thank you’ would have done nicely there dear, no need to swear.”
Ellie retorted as she lay her hands gently on her hips. She looked completely different
with her hair plaited back. She was wearing a short sleeved black t-shirt and
three quarter length jeans. She had a bow strapped to her back and daggers
attached to the belt of her trousers. She wore a pair of brass knuckles on one
of her hands as well as a pair of fingerless leather gloves.
Drew had to admit, she did look bad ass but now was not a safe time
for her to be here. He needed to get her away.
“Ellie, you have to go home. It’s not safe.”
“I'm married to you Drew, when is it ever safe?”
“Good point but now, particularly is not a good time.”
“It’s Valentine’s night. I was supposed to be spending it with my
loving husband. It’s not the way I would expect but at least now I still get to
spend it with you.”
“Elizabeth! Seriously? Right here and now, you’re going to have
this argument with me.”
Drew suddenly regretted calling her by her full name as he saw his
wife’s body tense up and those small, dainty hands were suddenly curling up
into hard fists. She gritted her teeth towards her husband.
“Don’t. Call. Me. Elizabeth!” she yelled.
Suddenly Ellie broke into a sprint. Drew braced himself for a punch
of the brass knuckles at least as she sprinted in his direction. Suddenly she
flipped over him and did a cartwheel before landing on the hybrid beast that
had started getting up off the ground. She pummelled him again and again, left
and right. When she cooled down, she flipped off him again and landed beside
Drew. She and Drew smirked as he gently wiped a speck of blood from her cheek.
Drew finally pulled his sword out of the gate and twirled it a few times. Ellie
fetched a pair of daggers from her belt and twirled them by their handles
around her fingers.
“Shall we my love?” Drew asked.
“If we must but you're re-doing the dinner when we've finished.”
Ellie smirked as she went off sprinting towards the hybrid again, leaving Drew
to catch up.
Drew swung at the beast, chopping into the thick left leg. The
beast howled in pain as it swiped at Drew but Drew was faster and rolled out of
the way before chopping the right leg clean off. Blood spurted from the wound
and the beast toppled onto the painful stump of a limb. Drew went back to work
on the left leg as Ellie was slashing and swinging wildly but perfectly timed
at the beast’s chest. The hybrid was getting confused as where to swing or who
to hit. It swung it’s huge left arm and caught Ellie across her own chest. She
rolled back on the road. Drew growled. He came swiftly under the beast and
drove his sword through his neck just as he heard a nasty thump above him. He
looked up to see an arrow driven right through the beast’s skull. It looked
like it had been timed just as his sword drove through the throat.
Drew pulled his sword out just as the beast fell backwards with an
earth rumbling crash. He turned to see Ellie taking deep breaths, up on one
knee with bow in hand. She smiled as she hooked the bow onto her back. Drew
offered her hand as he pulled her up,
“Are you okay? That was a nasty hit.” Drew asked tenderly.
“Yeah I'm fine sweetheart, just knocked the wind out of me.” Ellie
replied, brushing her trousers down.
Drew wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her in and
kissed her hard on her lips. She answered him and they just embraced for a
moment when Drew broke the kiss just to hug her tightly. Drew smirked.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Ellie.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day Drew.” Ellie smiled back as they interlocked
hands and started to make their way home, to enjoy the rest of their Valentine’s
night.
Monday 9 July 2012
Dublin 1947
The
waves touched the harbour walls gently as the boat from America was making its
voyage home. He was finishing a cigar as he leaned against one of the warehouse
walls. The sound of vomiting from around the corner was slightly amusing but it
was starting to make the hairs on the back of neck stand up on end. He stubbed
out the cigar and brushed the red brick dust off his jacket before walking
around to the poorly man around the corner
“You
never did get your sea legs after all Drew.” He laughed with a hint of New York
in his accent as he patted his brother’s back. The man named Drew wiped his
mouth, as he fixed back on his hat as he glared at his brother
“Damn
boats.”
He
put his hands in his trouser pockets as he looked at Deacon, Deacon laughed
again.
“It’s
not the boats fault that you never wanted to travel outside New York little
brother, I mean come on it’s a big world out there…” he stopped and poked his
head out around the corner again, Drew raised his eyebrow and looked around as
well. He couldn’t see anything but he knew that Deacon had heard something. His
senses were a lot stronger than Drew’s. That was when they both heard it, the
soft clacking of heels on the pavement. Deacon smiled at his brother
“I
don’t know how you’re feeling now but I’m famished!”
Drew
smiled back
“Now
that I think about it, a meal wouldn’t go amiss. For our homecoming, we could
have a celebratory dinner.”
Deacon
put his hand on Drew’s shoulder
“That’s
the spirit!” and they walked off to corner their prey.
They
had found the young woman walking towards O’Connell Bridge. She was in her own
world and it was hard to tell if she was a vixen of the night or just someone
out to enjoy a show or two. She walked past the Abbey Theatre when she stopped
abruptly; someone was standing in front of her leaning against the wall. He
tipped his hat up off his face to let her see his emerald green eyes
“Hey
there pretty lady. Is there any room for one more on this party voyage?”
She
looked nervous as she took a step back
“You’re
an American? We know all about you and your escapades in Europe. No girl would
touch you.”
She
started to back up as Deacon got off the wall and was walking towards her
“Ah
now, you’ll hurt our feelings if you keep up that kind of talk.”
The
woman kept backing up; she didn’t hear or see Drew coming up behind her until
it was too late. She backed up right against his chest, she went to scream but
Drew was quicker and grasped her head in his hands strongly before twisting it
violently to the right. Drew sighed as she crumpled to the ground. It was
always satisfying to hear a clean neck break. Deacon walked up and tilted his
head at the woman’s body.
“You
know, she looks prettier now that she can’t talk. You’re getting more efficient
with the kills Drew. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d swear you’ve been
practising.”
The
brothers smiled at one another before carrying the body to a more secluded part
of the street. There, they both transformed into their monsters within. Both
standing at eight feet, the ivory coloured wolf and the silver coloured wolf
growled contently as they started ravaging their meal. By the time they were
done, there was nothing but the woman’s skull and a few rib bones scattered
around.
As
they stepped back out on the street in their human form, they could hear music
in the distance. Deacon ran a hand through his hair before fixing his hat back
into place. He breathed in.
“God
it’s good to be home. Come little brother; let’s see how much Dublin has
replicated New York.”
Drew
followed his brother over O’Connell Bridge and into a swing club. It was full
to the brink of wealthy business men and the air was thick with cigar smoke.
The band was firing up a storm as they walked over to the bar. Deacon got two
whiskeys and then began lighting up a cigar himself. Drew laughed
“You’ll
turn your fur grey if you keep smoking them Deac.”
Deacon
tipped his head
“Ah
see that’s where you are wrong little brother. What all these idiots are
smoking would turn my fur grey because it’s all just artificial shite. This
cigar is pure Cuban quality. This cigar just leaves a lovely taste in my
mouth.”
They
both laughed.
Suddenly
the music slowed down and wolf whistles erupted from the crowd. Drew looked up
at the stage with his eyebrow raised and that’s when he saw her. In an elegant
blue gown was a beautiful young woman, no older than nineteen. But she was more
than a lady for there was a slit running up her left thigh, stopping just below
her hip line. Drew could just make out a garter belt strap as she started
singing. Drew realised that Deacon was laughing at him, he then realised
himself that he had put his hand under his chin to keep his mouth from falling
off.
“Don’t
let her reel you in Drew. That crafty little bitch is a vampire.”
Drew
almost choked on his whiskey
“She's
a vampire?!”
Deacon
chuckled
“Yes,
a ready-made seductress. All she has to do is sashay those lovely hips and
blink those doe eyes and every fellow in this room wants her. It’s almost like
glamour but more for advantage purposes rather than hiding.”
“She
is still beautiful.”
“That’s
because we can’t see the glamour so all we see is an ordinary girl but if we
were one of the buffoons whistling at her, we would probably see an angel sent
from Heaven itself. But don’t get too close to her, she is just after one thing
tonight and it’s not to satisfy any sexual needs.”
Two
men walked past as they finished their whiskeys
“Isn’t
Natasha looking radiant tonight Ed?”
The
man named Ed just nodded, idiotically. Drew and Deacon burst out laughing,
“See
what I mean?”
Just
then Deacon spotted someone across the floor of tables; he stubbed out his
cigar and finished his whiskey
“I’ll
be back in a minute Drew, don’t stray near the vampire.”
Drew
just waved his brother off as he watched the crowd and the girl on stage.
Natasha. He knew as he looked at her, that she would be a trouble maker if he
ever met her again. But for now he just enjoyed the music.
He
just enjoyed being home.
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