J.A. Rossignol

Author of Urban Fantasy, Magical Realism, and Horror

Debut Novel Coming Soon...

When she was just a witchling child, Ezzy Danesti witnessed the brutal murder of her parents by a werewolf. Now Ezzy is 19, and when she unintentionally awakens a ravenous, ancient vampyre, she must come to grips with the horrors of her past and discover her latent Shakti power if she is to survive the ever-unfolding nightmare.

With the help of a retired high priestess and a courageous agent from a secret organization that battles supernatural creatures, Ezzy must overcome a pack of blood-thirsty werewolves, slay her parents’ killer, and defeat the wicked machinations of the ancient vampyre determined to own her. Through it all, Ezzy is challenged to open her wounded heart to the man she loves, even if he's meant to kill her.

Night of the Vampyre

Valentina opened her eyes as the last glimmer of sunlight disappeared over the horizon. Looking around her, she saw the dank cave of stone in which she'd slept, deep within the rocky, seaside cliff, far from human eyes. She heard the waves violently battering the craggy shore far below. That's why she'd chosen this cliffside dwelling off the coast--it was isolated and utterly unapproachable. The smell of the decomposing bodies lying about the cave neither enticed nor repulsed

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Nov 173 min read

Winter Magic

The iron-gray snow clouds softly sprinkled large, fluffy flakes upon my cheeks and eyelashes, like kisses from a doting mother, as I dragged my battered orange sled behind me, toward home. The neighborhood kids and I had burned through the overcast daylight, sledding on Clark's Hill—the unparalleled sledding idyll adjacent to the old Clark house—until twilight heralded the end of the unplanned, but welcomed, snow day. None of us knew who lived there in those days, but they d

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Nov 172 min read

Chantel's Halloween

Chantel Lemieux went outside and lit each of her jack-o'-lanterns. She'd carved them with love and care, as she had decorated her home for Halloween. It was her favorite holiday—especially when it fell on a full moon. Now that the sun was setting, she knew that her annual trick-or-treaters would be arriving shortly, so she smiled and ran off to get dressed in her angel costume before the door-knocking began. The kids did not disappoint, and Chantel was having the time of her

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Nov 158 min read

Logos & the Babe

'What, in the name of the Sun Goddess, is that smell?' grumbled Logos, as he slowly stretched the slumber from his enormous frame. His matte gray scales, which had long since lost their argent luster, were dappled with clinging brown leaves and a few fallen branches. He emitted a low groan, as his skeleton realigned, bones popping into place with cracks and muffled thuds. The smell of what had awakened him lingered among the miasma of his weary thoughts. If the scent was imp

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Nov 1518 min read

Sacre' bleu, C'est un Loup Garou!

When I was a child, camping out in the deep rural Maine wilderness was nothing short of magical. It always began by stepping off of the bus on the last day of school to see our old station wagon packed to the gills with camping gear and supplies. It seemed like my feet had barely touched the ground before the old Buick's heavy door thunked closed behind me, and we began the long journey to Old Town and beyond. It was a tight fit in the back of the weathered family wagon. In

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Nov 159 min read

Someday

Coolness. Silence. Darkness. Pressure—so much pressure. It surrounded me on all sides. It didn't hurt. It felt just as it always had....

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Jan 305 min read

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J.A. Rossignol

Debut Novel Coming Soon...

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Night of the Vampyre

Winter Magic

Chantel's Halloween

Logos & the Babe

Sacre' bleu, C'est un Loup Garou!

Someday

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