Aslan was an amazing and vibrant world. Long ago it was forged, like a weapon, by the gods. Life was littered across it shortly after. From the littlest bug to the biggest gigantes. Goblins, orcs, elves, dragons, etc. The world was sometimes a little crazy and war was a possibility. You thought you were below all that, a tiny flea in the grand scheme of thin...
This is placed in no specific world, just a place where there is humans, orcs and other species that aren't really mentioned. You can use your own imagination to decide where you want it to take place. Alexes is the son of the Duke that controls a large amount of land. The farmers on these lands pay taxes to the Duke. Punishment for breaking laws are harsh a...
ππ―π°π΅π©π¦π³ π±πͺππ¦ π°π§ π£πͺπππ΄ π’π―π₯ π«πΆπ―π¬, I thought to myself as I unlocked the front door whilst flipping through the mail. The lock clicked and rolled in a familiar sound that never ceased to remind me I was home. As I walked into the foyer, laying down my jacket and the mail on a nearby chair, Maddox called to me from the kitchen. "Is that you, babe?" his voice s...
It was the eleventy-eleventh day of the year, the last day of April or the first of May, depending upon whether one used the archaic or the runic measurement of days. But irrespective of which calendar system was complied with, Frilbo Bobbit and his three chums were relishing the benefit of the Spring sunshine. And such a glorious vernal day it was too! The...
(Hey my pups I hope you like chapter 3, all characters in here are 18 and + well I hope you enjoy comment if you want me to change something's or add a new character leave your email and if I like your idea I will definitely email you and put them in the story. There are errors here but there is more explanations about Jagger's mom and the way she is then th...
Abdi'el's eyes widen as they meet Bridge's. "A long; long time ago when the Earth was new and her people old; men came from the stars," Bridge says in a soft, dreamy voice; all the while stroking Abdi'el's face with his head tilted to one side. "They built a beautiful city and bases for their armies who were fighting a war that was none of our business. We s...
"Do you believe in ghosts?" It was not the sort of question my wife normally asked. I'm the romantic type. She's a numbers person, a bean counter. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "Well, we're hiking up to a ghost town, aren't we?" "It's not that sort of ghost town" "It was a thriving village once." A voice broke in behind us. One of the guys walking alon...
This was a short story request by one of my readers. He wanted a short story to accompany the male version of the picture "A Good Bedroll" by the artist InCase. While I am a bisexual writer and I have written gay scenes before, this is my very first fully gay male story. I quite enjoyed writing this sappy tale. I hope you enjoy reading it. ***** "You are a...