Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 737 Story Smoke and Seduction
737: Story 737: Smoke and Seduction
737: Story 737: Smoke and Seduction
A dense, violet mist curled through the shattered streets of Blackmoor, thick with the scent of death and forbidden alchemy.
The Rotting Cathedral loomed above the city, its once-sacred walls now pulsing with unholy energy.
Selene Nocturna stood atop its highest spire, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight.
She looked down upon the approaching army—a swarm of armored fools bearing the banners of the Silver Order and Crimson Pact.
Their torches flickered like dying stars against the endless night she had woven.
“So eager to burn in my web…” she mused, her voice a low purr.
A shadow moved behind her.
Lazarus Kruger, the infamous hunter, had finally reached her.
“Selene.” His voice was like gravel, rough and seething with years of hatred.
Selene smiled, turning slowly.
Her black hood framed her pale face, strands of silken blonde hair falling over her bloodstained lips.
She licked away the remnants of her last victim as she locked eyes with him.
“Kruger,” she greeted, amused.
“You look… tired.”
He said nothing, keeping his crossbow raised, loaded with an arrow dipped in silver and aconite.
A foolish weapon—but adorable in its intent.
“Tell me, hunter…” Selene stepped closer, the mist swirling around her as if the night itself obeyed her.
“Did you come to kill me?
Or simply to gaze?”
Kruger’s jaw clenched, but his eyes betrayed him.
They flickered down for only a second, drawn to the deep plunge of her corset, to the arcane sigils carved upon her collarbone.
A second was all she needed.
“Oh, Kruger…” Selene’s laugh was a song of poison and honey.
She lifted a single gloved finger, tracing it down the leather of his chest piece.
“You reek of silver and sweat,” she whispered.
“But underneath?
Ah… something deeper.
Something I can taste.”
He jerked away, but not fast enough.
Selene moved like mist, pressing him against the cold stone wall.
One hand wrapped around his throat—not to choke, but to hold.
To savor.
Her golden eyes bore into his, and for the first time, she saw it—the tiniest crack in his armor.
“You think of me more than you should,” she whispered, her lips a breath away from his.
Kruger’s fingers trembled against the crossbow trigger.
He could fire.
He should fire.
But Selene only smiled.
Her other hand came up, sharp nails caressing his cheek, her voice softer now.
“Don’t worry, hunter.
I won’t break you yet.”
The moment shattered with a distant horn blast.
Selene sighed, stepping back into the mist.
“Time to entertain our guests,” she purred.
“Stay, if you dare, Kruger.
I’d hate for this to be our last dance.”
And with that, she vanished, leaving only her scent and his unsteady breath behind.
