The Moon rose over the land. The young man had been waiting for it. Since the beginning of the day, he could feel his blood boil. He was one of those extremely rare beings known as the Lycans. He emerged from the place where he had been hiding. In mortal life, his name was Liam. He was a tall and slender youth with dark hair, bronze skin and pale brown eyes...
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Hunting season was almost over. One more day. I had guided so damn many city slickers this year, I was looking forward to some rest and quiet. Not having to answer stupid question or trying to stop them from shooting themselves or someone else had been hell. I'm somewhat of a loner anyway. Crowds bother me. Make me feel trapped, almost suffocating. The last...
Full Summary: A modern-day interracial couple's marriage is challenged when they mysteriously end up in the year 1955 in a small Alabama town. ( The couple are from modern day). Author's Note: I am aware that I am posting this story on a website dedicated to erotic literature but this story will go into much depth without a primary focus on just sex. Yes, t...
The forest was warm tonight, filled with musky scents. The mold and tree bark, decaying foliage, and animals, always the animals. Their urine and feces were small scents compared to the smell of their musk. The musk of their hair and blood, and the scent of their fear were intoxicating. They feared me, as I slinked through the bushes and trees, my long tail...
Clyde Barlow exhaled an enormous cloud of fragrant pipe smoke, pulled at the brim of the filthy, brown cowboy hat, and smiled a toothless smile. “So, you bought that old lodge up on Crippled Pine Creek? That’s a piece o’ Teton County hist’ry ‘f ’ere ever was one. Yessiree, been there since WWI, and afore that, it’uz mining country. Up in them mountains ther...
We open at early morning in a stony clearing. A lone figure by the remains of a fire, wisps of smoke and small flames still apparent in the early dawn's light. A figure emerges from an airship a few meters away and sits near the fire. It is Mor, now joined by Breen, until recently known as Baldo Rheen or, in the southern colloquial; "Rat Shit." "So, I trust...
Call me Chris, everyone else does. My name is Christine Belmont and I'm a young woman living in the Kanata neighborhood of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in Montreal-Nord, Quebec, to a Haitian mother and French Canadian father. If you were to look at me, like most people you'd find me cute and innocent. I'm nineteen years old and stand five-foot-el...
The Lady Samantha was still trying to understand how things had gotten to this point. Lady. Hell, fifteen months ago, she had simply been the oldest daughter of a peasant farmer. Now, here she was at the castle. Of course things would be much better if she wasn't to be executed in an hour. Samantha tried not to cry as she thought back to that fateful day, a...
Sleep didn't claim her for what seemed like a long time once her captor had left. Selia tossed and turned during most of the night but no matter how tight she tried to shut her eyes, the reality of the cold stone around her and the heavy weight of the iron cuffs burdening her ankles wouldn't disappear. She longed for the comfort and warmth of her chambers, a...