Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a true fantasy story. Much inspiration was taken from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, as well as several anime I've watched over the years. +++++ The rising sun gradually woke me up and I opened my eyes. Like most days, there was a moment where I was blandly content, but then the reality of what the day held...
Sitting at the table with an empty pad of paper and a pen I had wanted to begin writing something, a poem, a story, maybe even a novel. All it would take is for me to pick up the pen and start and yet, I kept feeling things spin in my head as I struggled with what I was going to write. Each time I'd be certain I was ready, I'd grab the pen, but my mind would...
"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...
The hallway into the arena was long and dark. I walked slowly, the crescendo of the crowd building. What had I gotten myself into? I was really nervous and scared. The Scotsman was very strong, and reputed to be a dirty fighter. That hold he had used on me, had basically paralyzed me, while he squeezed the hell out of my balls with that vice-like grip. Part...
I was happy that Ti had withered away within the last moon death, because there were now only eight elders in the village of the gatherers. But eight was more than enough. I was already bruised and sore as never before when Ai, the great chief, had taken his staff out of me that first time, having spilled the first of the seedings of the night before I was t...
Jang had known it was coming. He just didn't fully know what "it" was. His parents, no his whole village, had been honored when, as a particularly small and well-formed and fair-of-face child, he had been selected to train for the emperor's Cut Sleeve troupe, a very special troupe of actors who only performed for a very select group at the Imperial Court in...
This is the first part of a multi-chapter story. If you wish to hear what happens next, please favorite or leave a comment. Hope you enjoy. ---------------------------------- The tribe chanted as they moved upwards along the thin, dirt trail that winded along the mountain side. Perched upon the ceremonial throne atop the backs of a several men, Elijah l...
Fenris was a tall, dark, bony elf with long, muscular legs and striking features. He was incredibly good-looking already, but a couple of things really stood out. First, and lesser of the two, were a pair of glittering green eyes, with flecks of gold in them. I'd never seen eyes like this. Human eyes certainly didn't ever have those patterns. But even more...
As the sun rose in the early morning, Helyah awoke from the deep sleep that he had succumbed to after having made passionate love to Jezmen. Helyah looked at his lover's face, and felt a longing to kiss his lips, his cheeks, his forehead. He understood that he was just as in love with Jezmen now as he had been when he believed the boy to be a maiden. Helyah...
This story is part of Barbarian Tales One, and follows the story Rescued by the Barbarian. * * * If the fine young nobleman was before me today, I confess I would still have the desire to take him long and hard. He was a very fine young nobleman, who had whatever it is a man needs to have to make me want him enough to be foolish about it. And each time I...