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January 29, 2021
Void Fate: A Thrilling Fantasy Novel
Prologue
His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he worried whatever was at the other end of the long hallway would be able to hear it. He ran his hand through his graying hair and leaned against the wall to listen, still and wide-eyed, with a face so pale it looked as if it had been drained of all blood.
There was absolute silence.
Moving away from the wall, his gaze still glued to the end of the hallway, he imagined something hideous, Lucifer himself, waiting to pounce from around the corner.
Something closed in on him from behind.
He took a step, his legs shaky, and the floor creaked beneath his feet. He glanced back again fearfully. A sharp wind rose from the far end of the hallway, whipping at him.
He spun around and ran.
In the absolute silence, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard as the sound echoed and amplified against the walls.
He was in a hotel, on the first floor; red carpet, white walls, and dark wooden doors. His lungs labored furiously, attempting to keep up with the demands of his pounding heart, the freezing cold air burning his lungs.
Every now and again, he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes wide and full of dread, expecting, at any moment, one of those creatures. In another ten yards, he’d reach the end of the hallway and find safety in the lobby.
As if on cue, a big puff of cloud flooded upwards. It filled the hallway like water filling a tunnel.
He came to a screeching halt.
The fog had a human shape; hands, legs, and even a head. The horrified man focused on a pair of cold, black eyes in a snow-white face. He held a pistol but didn’t try to shoot the demon, well aware that the bullet would fly right through it. He reached for the door to his right and turned the handle.
The man threw himself into the next room, adrenaline rushing through his veins. In a second, he clocked the window across the room. Frantically, he slammed the door behind him and ran for it.
When he reached the window, he covered his face with his coat, hurtling headlong into it, smashing through the glass.
Bits of glass rained down as he crumpled onto the asphalt. He scrambled across the ground and jumped to his feet like he would have done in his youth.
Once on his feet, he cast a quick gaze back through the window to the door. Through the keyhole, white gas was pouring in. He took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could.
As far from the hotel as possible, he kept telling himself. He didn’t look up, well aware there was nothing to see but a weird dome overhead that had covered the city a week ago, bringing forth those creepy demons.
For over seven days, he’d been surviving in this hellish new world. Two days ago, he’d gone farther for supplies than ever before, and that was when he’d spotted a human-sized fog that drifted along the street an inch above the asphalt. It was something that should only have been possible in horror movies.
Demons.
They’d tracked him down. They’d come for his soul.
He wasn’t young anymore. As he ran, his breath quickened and his legs strained to hold his heavy weight for so long. When he reached the corner, he saw the parking lot. Multiple dead cars greeted him mournfully.
As far from the hotel as possible.
He stopped abruptly in the middle of the parking lot.
From every side, human-shaped fog entered the lot and gathered around him. Seven of them. He glanced back. Two more loomed into view.
This is it, he thought. He could try to run to the hotel entrance, but they were fast, especially when the ground was flat.
The fogs started closing in on him, the circle narrowing with every passing second. Terrified, the man watched them approach, mentally counting the last seconds of his life. Hope had abandoned him since he had fled his room. His aim had been to get as far from the hotel as possible to give a chance to the ones still in the hotel, but he’d failed. This was as far as he’d make it.
“I won’t give myself to you, you fucking demons,” the man bawled as he put the gun to his head.
The human-shaped fogs halted, their big hideous eyes fixed on the man.
They waited.
His eyes flickered from demon to demon. A slight smile curled his lips as he squeezed them tight.
“God bless me,” he hissed under his breath.
He sucked in a deep breath—his last ever.
He pulled the trigger.
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His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he worried whatever was at the other end of the long hallway would be able to hear it. He ran his hand through his graying hair and leaned against the wall to listen, still and wide-eyed, with a face so pale it looked as if it had been drained of all blood.
There was absolute silence.
Moving away from the wall, his gaze still glued to the end of the hallway, he imagined something hideous, Lucifer himself, waiting to pounce from around the corner.
Something closed in on him from behind.
He took a step, his legs shaky, and the floor creaked beneath his feet. He glanced back again fearfully. A sharp wind rose from the far end of the hallway, whipping at him.
He spun around and ran.
In the absolute silence, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard as the sound echoed and amplified against the walls.
He was in a hotel, on the first floor; red carpet, white walls, and dark wooden doors. His lungs labored furiously, attempting to keep up with the demands of his pounding heart, the freezing cold air burning his lungs.
Every now and again, he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes wide and full of dread, expecting, at any moment, one of those creatures. In another ten yards, he’d reach the end of the hallway and find safety in the lobby.
As if on cue, a big puff of cloud flooded upwards. It filled the hallway like water filling a tunnel.
He came to a screeching halt.
The fog had a human shape; hands, legs, and even a head. The horrified man focused on a pair of cold, black eyes in a snow-white face. He held a pistol but didn’t try to shoot the demon, well aware that the bullet would fly right through it. He reached for the door to his right and turned the handle.
The man threw himself into the next room, adrenaline rushing through his veins. In a second, he clocked the window across the room. Frantically, he slammed the door behind him and ran for it.
When he reached the window, he covered his face with his coat, hurtling headlong into it, smashing through the glass.
Bits of glass rained down as he crumpled onto the asphalt. He scrambled across the ground and jumped to his feet like he would have done in his youth.
Once on his feet, he cast a quick gaze back through the window to the door. Through the keyhole, white gas was pouring in. He took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could.
As far from the hotel as possible, he kept telling himself. He didn’t look up, well aware there was nothing to see but a weird dome overhead that had covered the city a week ago, bringing forth those creepy demons.
For over seven days, he’d been surviving in this hellish new world. Two days ago, he’d gone farther for supplies than ever before, and that was when he’d spotted a human-sized fog that drifted along the street an inch above the asphalt. It was something that should only have been possible in horror movies.
Demons.
They’d tracked him down. They’d come for his soul.
He wasn’t young anymore. As he ran, his breath quickened and his legs strained to hold his heavy weight for so long. When he reached the corner, he saw the parking lot. Multiple dead cars greeted him mournfully.
As far from the hotel as possible.
He stopped abruptly in the middle of the parking lot.
From every side, human-shaped fog entered the lot and gathered around him. Seven of them. He glanced back. Two more loomed into view.
This is it, he thought. He could try to run to the hotel entrance, but they were fast, especially when the ground was flat.
The fogs started closing in on him, the circle narrowing with every passing second. Terrified, the man watched them approach, mentally counting the last seconds of his life. Hope had abandoned him since he had fled his room. His aim had been to get as far from the hotel as possible to give a chance to the ones still in the hotel, but he’d failed. This was as far as he’d make it.
“I won’t give myself to you, you fucking demons,” the man bawled as he put the gun to his head.
The human-shaped fogs halted, their big hideous eyes fixed on the man.
They waited.
His eyes flickered from demon to demon. A slight smile curled his lips as he squeezed them tight.
“God bless me,” he hissed under his breath.
He sucked in a deep breath—his last ever.
He pulled the trigger.
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August 26, 2015
Great News
FOR Godforsaken FANS.
The release date of Godforsaken: Book 2 is changed. It's going to be released on 4th of September instead of 25th of September. I hope you're happy to this news.
If you have yet not gotten the second book, hurry up, till it is $1.55.
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The release date of Godforsaken: Book 2 is changed. It's going to be released on 4th of September instead of 25th of September. I hope you're happy to this news.
If you have yet not gotten the second book, hurry up, till it is $1.55.
Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, iTunes
April 23, 2015
Today you know
Since I remember myself, I know what the day – 24 April – means for my people. The day is marked as the day of Armenian Genocide, also known as the Armenian Holocaust (in Armenian Medz Yeghern) made by Ottoman Turkey.
In 1915, during the First World War, on 24th of April were brutally murdered 250 Armenian intellectuals and community leaders in Constantinople. That wasn’t going to be the end, nor to be the start. 1.500.000 people’s fates were already decide beforehand – kill because they were from other nation, kill because they were Armenians, kill because they were Christians. Women, children were marched to the Syrian desert, left without food and water, left to die in starvation, thirsty.
Today – 24 April 2015 – 100 years has passed since the devilish page of Armenian nation history. 100 anniversary, people marching to the Tsitsernakaberd – The Armenian Genocide Memorial – quiet, flowers in the hands, heads tilted. Air pressing over that place as if God himself is mourning with Armenian people’s lost. Low music playing, conveying the voice of the Armenian Genocide victims.
Today a lot of people from other countries have arrived to hear those voices, to offer their condolence to Armenians. Today Armenia is silent, remembering.
The Armenian Genocide has touched to every Armenian family. People running away from their homes, leaving their houses to the Turk murderers, Kurds thieves, and finding their new home in other countries. Nowadays there are more Armenians all over the world than in Armenia.
I’m myself have losses in the Armenian Genocide, my family is a victim of it. My homeland still remains in Turkey – Sassoun now in the Batman Province of Turkey. My great grandfather had to run from his homeland when he was only seven. He was the only one to survive, the rest of the family was murdered. He found his new home in Eastern Armenia.
I don’t ask you to recognize it, I don’t ask you to run to and fro and cry or demand anything, I say this for you to know what really happened. For you to get to know then something will change.
Today you know.
I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled, literature is unread, music is unheard, and prayers are no more answered. Go ahead, destroy Armenia . See if you can do it. Send them into the desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia.
William Saroyan
December 31, 2014
You never know your deep desires
Mher is a successful writer. He's married and has a son. Everything seems to be going as he planned, everything until he gets a message from his friend."Have you seen the comment on the photo?"
He hasn't seen the woman who wrote the comment for twelve years.
One comment can change everything
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November 19, 2014
Edge of End is FREE
A unique story for horror and fantasy lovers - Edge of End is FREE. Get your copy today.
Jonathan wakes up in a desert, his past wiped from his head. He’s alone having no clue who and what he is, where he has come from and where he should go. There is only one way – forward when he spots a little town in the distance.
Empty streets, old houses, the town seems abandoned. There’s no one to ask for help, there’s nowhere to go. Jonathan wanders the town in search of any sign of life trying to bring his lost memories back, but odd visions haunt him from time to time. Soon Jonathan comes to the realization that he’s moments from death as absolutely evil dwells in the town seeking fresh souls to suck up. The seemingly dead town is only outwardly empty.
Grey skies, no sun, no days and no nights. The town is stuck in time. With only one entrance and one exit, but the way leading to the exit is filled with creations that Jonathan has never envisioned, even in his worst nightmares.
Who is he? Who brought him here? With a female resident – Elizabeth, Jonathan has to work his way through the horrendous town, figure out his past and find the exit.
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October 31, 2014
Edge of End - GIVEAWAY
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Giveaway ends the 1st of December!
Jonathan wakes up in a desert, his past wiped from his head. He’s alone having no clue who and what he is, where he has come from and where he should go. There is only one way – forward when he spots a little town in the distance.
Empty streets, old houses, the town seems abandoned. There’s no one to ask for help, there’s nowhere to go. Jonathan wanders the town in search of any sign of life trying to bring his lost memories back, but odd visions haunt him from time to time. Soon Jonathan comes to the realization that he’s moments from death as absolutely evil dwells in the town seeking fresh souls to suck up. The seemingly dead town is only outwardly empty.
Grey skies, no sun, no days and no nights. The town is stuck in time. With only one entrance and one exit, but the way leading to the exit is filled with creations that Jonathan has never envisioned, even in his worst nightmares.
Who is he? Who brought him here? With a female resident – Elizabeth, Jonathan has to work his way through the horrendous town, figure out his past and find the exit.
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October 17, 2014
Free books for read and review
My friends and also everyone who likes horror and fantasy. I'm going to give away a few free copies of my book Edge of End to read and give me an honest review.
Jonathan wakes up in a desert, his past wiped from his head. He’s alone having no clue who and what he is, where he has come from and where he should go. There is only one way – forward when he spots a little town in the distance.
Empty streets, old houses, the town seems abandoned. There’s no one to ask for help, there’s nowhere to go. Jonathan wanders the town in search of any sign of life trying to bring his lost memories back, but odd visions haunt him from time to time. Soon Jonathan comes to the realization that he’s moments from death as absolutely evil dwells in the town seeking fresh souls to suck up. The seemingly dead town is only outwardly empty.
Grey skies, no sun, no days and no nights. The town is stuck in time. With only one entrance and one exit, but the way leading to the exit is filled with creations that Jonathan has never envisioned, even in his worst nightmares.
Who is he? Who brought him here? With a female resident – Elizabeth, Jonathan has to work his way through the horrendous town, figure out his past and find the exit.
Please, let me know if you're interested in my book, I'll send it to you. Just PM me or post a comment here.
Jonathan wakes up in a desert, his past wiped from his head. He’s alone having no clue who and what he is, where he has come from and where he should go. There is only one way – forward when he spots a little town in the distance.
Empty streets, old houses, the town seems abandoned. There’s no one to ask for help, there’s nowhere to go. Jonathan wanders the town in search of any sign of life trying to bring his lost memories back, but odd visions haunt him from time to time. Soon Jonathan comes to the realization that he’s moments from death as absolutely evil dwells in the town seeking fresh souls to suck up. The seemingly dead town is only outwardly empty.
Grey skies, no sun, no days and no nights. The town is stuck in time. With only one entrance and one exit, but the way leading to the exit is filled with creations that Jonathan has never envisioned, even in his worst nightmares.
Who is he? Who brought him here? With a female resident – Elizabeth, Jonathan has to work his way through the horrendous town, figure out his past and find the exit.
Please, let me know if you're interested in my book, I'll send it to you. Just PM me or post a comment here.
September 10, 2014
Touching the Freedom
My oncoming story is about a student – Isabel, from Spain visiting Youth International Meeting in Munich. Everything is like she expected until she meets a cute guy. He's older than the other guests, he seems serious, not talkative as though he keeps a secret within. And Isabel gets excited.
The guy – David – lets her closer than anyone else and Isabel is going to discover his secret, his other life in nights.
This is not a story about vampires or werewolves. No fantasy includes here. It’s a love story between two young people who are lost in the life and need some help to discover their real identity.
The guy – David – lets her closer than anyone else and Isabel is going to discover his secret, his other life in nights.
This is not a story about vampires or werewolves. No fantasy includes here. It’s a love story between two young people who are lost in the life and need some help to discover their real identity.
September 8, 2014
I'm crazy
Be listening to me
One would say
'Is he crazy?'
And I would say
'Yes, I am
And why shouldn't I?
Doesn't the craziness bring love and hate?
Doesn't the craziness make wood decrepitate?
Without craziness no battle could be won
Without craziness no man could be born
Having no craziness water wouldn't well
And trees rot?
They are crazy, indeed
And earth wheels?
It is crazy, indeed.
Seeds not feeling crazy
Wouldn't become a harvest
Paws not clapping crazy
Wouldn't become hands
Words not flying crazy
Wouldn't become a song...
Oh, God, let me stay crazy for good.
One would say
'Is he crazy?'
And I would say
'Yes, I am
And why shouldn't I?
Doesn't the craziness bring love and hate?
Doesn't the craziness make wood decrepitate?
Without craziness no battle could be won
Without craziness no man could be born
Having no craziness water wouldn't well
And trees rot?
They are crazy, indeed
And earth wheels?
It is crazy, indeed.
Seeds not feeling crazy
Wouldn't become a harvest
Paws not clapping crazy
Wouldn't become hands
Words not flying crazy
Wouldn't become a song...
Oh, God, let me stay crazy for good.
July 4, 2014
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Empty streets, old houses, the town seems abandoned. There's no one to ask for help. Jonathan wanders the town in search of any sign of life. Soon he comes to the realization that he's moments from death as absolutely evil dwells in the town seeking fresh souls to suck up. The seemingly dead town is only outwardly empty.
Who is he? Who brought him here? With a female resident - Elizabeth, Jonathan has to work his way through the horrendous town, figure out his past and find the exit.
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