James Golden
Bio
James Golden was born in Los Angeles, California. Raised in foster institutions, James found a penchant for creating stories that transported him to new worlds. The Sanguine Universe is his ever-expanding escape and he hopes you enjoy it.
Stories (20)
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Chasing Ghosts
Collin's Ranch, Texas 3:01 AM The old family cemetery shook and the bones of generations past rattled in their graves. With a charnel yawn, the ground split open, revealing row after row of shifting, fresh dirt stairs that descended into the bowels of the Earth. The wails of the dead eeked out, staining the realm of the living invisibly, joined by a pleasant whistling melody and the occasional, piercing cry of an owl.
By James Golden4 years ago in Fiction
Wanderlust
Arcadia, Fae Wilds Near Los Angeles, California 4:06 AM Pixie-Blade marched the wayward trails of Faerie, her eyes unfocused, her mind still dreaming. Clad in her trademark green and brown leather armor, she moved stealthily, the breeze playing at her whims, her cold, blue skin reflecting ethereal in the scattered moonlight. At her waist, glowing with suppressed power, rested the Moon-Fire blades, heavy chain weapons Pixie had spent lifetimes mastering in the Great Arena of Arcadius. Her frosty skin and breath chilled the air where she passed, and her mere touch brought winter's death to vines and brambles in her way.
By James Golden4 years ago in Fiction
The Unlikely Alliance
Vedauwoo, Wyoming 7:45 PM Anton Spirit-Speaker tread cautiously beneath the long shadow of the mountain, amongst uprooted trees and claw-torn trails. His many rings and jeweled chains clinked gently as he stalked while his green cloak and cowl rendered him nearly invisible in the woods.
By James Golden4 years ago in Fiction
Sanguine is the night
Redemption, Texas The Night Coyote 3:35 AM Peyton Fallon watched the scene in the Night Coyote bar from her throne of writhing bodies and moaning lovers, a cigarette in her left hand and a glass of fresh blood in her right. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, balancing effortlessly on the pile of naked, squirming humans, her dress like shimmering rose petals. Peyton swirled the fresh vintage, admiring her reflection. A Goddess looked back at her, petite fangs tucking into full, dark lips.
By James Golden4 years ago in Horror
