Talabrina Do`Und was the first daughter of the House Do`Und and High Priestess of the Goddess Lloth and she took a great deal of pride in her cruel sadistic nature. It was this same nature that brought her slender form dressed in the long black coverings of a priestess into the summoning room. Her small ebon feet were bare and silent upon the stone as the bl...
The night was unusually warm, almost electric with an energy that frightened all but the two standing in each others presence at the Cathedral's doors. A towering figure, with slick-black hair, and eyes that instilled fear and loathing in all who saw him; An Angelic woman, with long flowing crow-black hair, eyes so blue you'd think it was the Oceans that wer...
A/N: This is a segment out of a future novel I intend to be writing hopefully this year. * Flidias - Gaelic goddess of the forest "Lara the time has come to take your life partner, do you have a man in mind," asked the grand arch druid who is reaching the grand age of eighty but doesn't look a day over thirty. "Yes Arch-Druid," said Lara. "Does this ma...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are proper...
She scampered off down the streets of Malabar, frantically seeking shelter. Her deal with Al Abarti had gone terribly wrong, and she needed sanctuary from his anger after she turned down his amorous advances. She stood at the top of the Street of Women – she had a choice to make. Down one way was the brothel of which she'd heard so much – the place of last...
The low growl of the high performance engine could barely be heard over the sound of the purring coming from within the Rak-Sasha. Looking over at her pet Azetlor as the two speed towards the cemetery and waiting sacrifice to summon Draikoth, glancing over at the leopard demon as she finally speaks in an irritated growl. "You've been at my side for a few th...
Tammy Rothstein ran her tongue along the hard muscles of the strapped man's abdomen. She stopped when her eye became level with the tip of his firm phallus. She could not believe how hard he was. He should be scared flaccid, not scared stiff, she thought. Only death awaited him here. It just went to show you how stupid men really were, Tammy mused. The infer...
This story is dedicated to He who asked me to give Him everything and then broke my heart in the most spectacular way... ***** Chapter 1 She sat on the steps in front of the altar shivering, but not just from the cold. She'd fled here hoping for refuge, for safety. Now she wasn't so sure. The flagstones were cold against her bare skin, the church empty....
END OF DAYS: A scene we'd like to see! It is a quarter to twelve on December 31st, 1999. The Millennium is about to end. Deep in the bowels of New York City, in an underground meeting place, Satan and his followers are about to make a terrible prophesy come to pass. If he is able to impregnate a virgin at the stroke of midnight, Armageddon will be unleashed...
Astrid Langsommer untied the sash from around her waist and let her robe fall from her body to her straw bed. Naked in the drafty confines of her husband's quaint mill hut, she shivered. Moonlight seeped through the cracks in the shutters dashing icy white against the vicious makeshift altar she'd made for herself - to the Dark Mother. The steel dagger on h...