You are Kayto Shields, captain of the Sunriser; a prototype combat carrier and the last remaining ship of the Ceran space fleet. When your homeworld was conquered by PACT, the Peoples' Alliance for Common Treatment, you were forced to flee, barely escaping with your ship, and your life, in tact. After that day you swore vengeance on PACT and its leader, Veni...
"Hey, you are finally awake..." A strange creature speaks to you, sitting atop of pile of bones, and skulls, tapping on unbeknownst skull of what appeared to be a grey ogre, as there is only one eye "Let me bend your ear for a moment, and tell you stories about an Orcess who dared to defy the Gods, and has been exiled from their place, unright...
(I do not own the cover picture) There are many errors humanity has made. But we always came back from it. At least, we thought we did. I never thought that we would be be this far up shit creek without a paddle. We were in the midst of a fucking zombie apocalypse, after the pschopathic anthromorph also known as the American President started World War Three...
[Authors Note: Remember to customize the first names/nicknames of your crew, check the Guidelines on page 2 thread, and go to the forums to Story Feedback for discussion and questions, if you want. "Author's Note" will be at the top for the main threads and it starts with "Alcubierre Starship Model" on page 2.] The only technologically ad...
(Tending to prove the adage that precious few battle plans survive the first skirmish intact...) A hopeless situation was on full display. The overflow crowd that filled the coliseum oohed and aahhed, loudly cheering on their favorites as they watched the battles being waged in the center of the arena below. He panted and gasped in the iron grasp of a head...
Ch.12 : Guthelm's Weakness King Charlerion of Pelancir sought audience with his ally King Guthelm of Grumandria. He crossed the central bridge to the west bank of Cromilil, the old centre of the city, now looking less impressive than the east bank where the Pelancirians had been repairing buildings and making the place look as if it was a proud colonial ca...
Chapter 5 Steve was startled awake with sudden banging on his hotel door. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was, what had happened and why he had been awakened. He sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes trying to shake the sleep from his mind before he answered the door. However, the banging began again and he knew he needed to get up. He...
"I hate the bastards!" growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights' language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave's crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa's remark. "I hate them too," she said, altho...
It was almost nine when Clara left the mansion to go on her morning run. This time, she deliberately slowed her pace. Clara loathed doing anything half-hearted, but it was only by sheer luck that nobody had noticed her running at super-human speeds last time. She couldn't risk anyone discovering her secret, and besides, she had a lot to think about. Surpris...
Steve had an obsession and had to get it out of his system. He knew that. Before it was too late. At his age, he couldn't keep living with this obsession. Sometimes, over the years, he'd felt guilty and ashamed to be so obsessed. At other times, he'd felt elated and excited because he also felt unique and privileged to have such an imagination. But, more tha...