Famke struggled along the beach. The going was tough as the fierce gusts of north-western wind blew sand into her face, the tiny grains stinging her skin and nearly blinding her. She was cold and her feet were sore from trudging across the dunes and the vast expanse of the beach, but she dared not go back yet. Her stepfather would expect her to come home wit...
Tortuga, 1702 Rusalka pulled the dagger across the throat of the final crewmen, spilling his blood over the deck just as the port of Tortuga was coming into view. She released her grip of the man dropping his body into the sea. She looked up to the sails. The winds were right and at the pace of the ship she should be able to pull in to port without trouble....
*Author's note: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from The Witcher universe. Both Geralt and Yennefer are characters created and owned by Andrzej Sapkowski, and I do not claim any ownership over them or any other characters from The Witcher universe. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official Witcher canon. **For fans...
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction that should not be viewed by persons under the age of 18. If you are under 18 or the legal age in your district, state or country, leave now. That means you Lucas. This story is loosely based on the Special Ring series by compnerd. It's a decent series, check it out. All persons engaging in sexual activ...
Sergeant Matoi bowed to one knee before Lord Drak as, in the background, several deployed autocranes strained against the weight of ages as the Domain era transport was righted, lifted, moved. The bulk of ten million tons of synthetic metals and composite materials blotted out the smeared circle that was the dominant sun of the Stumble system. Matoi ducked h...
This one took alot longer to come out with since my classes are ramping up. Calculus B sucks. I've also had a bit of writer's block. TL;DR, Expect a good minute or two between sequels here, I find time to write when I can. Sorry for the wait! Enjoy! -- -- Doing 70 down the freeway, I watch the city lights glow against the night sky, drowning it with ju...
REBEL The rebel base on Gem looked like someone had just taken one of those rust mite nests on Stumble and just tossed an entire chunk of rusted auto onto it. The base itself was a bit like a rust mite nest too: Narrow corridors cut into raw rock, with doors fastened onto the walls and riveted into place in a kind of slapdash workmanlike way. The doors tha...
December 1871 My life has been turned topsy-turvy by the arrival of one Miss Emma Jones. It appears Miss Jones is another of those bible-thumpers from the Missionary Society of Birmingham, of which my own dear sister is a prominent member. Now it seems, not content to bother the poor of that unfortunate city, they have decided to send an emissary to Nambhus...
The Lost World Ch. 5 In a grand castle, built exclusively for the purpose of housing a delegation of demons from seven different worlds, there were eight of these demons hanging out in one of its numerous rooms. This room was a sort of armory/arena. The room's purpose was to allow the demons from each world to spar peacefully. To be honest, aside from the b...
Chapter 6: Dear readers, here is Chapter 6, although my submissions have been fairly close together recently this one took a lot more energy than I was expecting, it's good at the beginning but the ending is one I'm especially proud of, the last few scenes are especially torrid which wasn't expected (at least not by me), I've explored a few things here and...