© Antidarius 2020 ------------------------------------------------A PALADIN'S WARCHAPTER TWO----------------------------------------------------------------------------------2.1: What Lies in Dreams---------------------------------- Elaina pulled Shatter free of the Troll's skull, grimacing at the sound of cracking bone as the sharp spikes decorating the m...
Jason woke to the sunlight streaming through his apartment window and blinked against the bright light. He smiled, knowing that today was going to be a good day! Having found out Brad's secret and exposing him, had dusted the bastard in a way that he would never recover! He still shivered at the thought of what both he and his dad had gotten away with for al...
Chapter 23 "Where are your friends?" Rallus asked. "They didn't come with me," Corec said. In truth, he hadn't been sure how Rallus would react, and had convinced the others not to come. They could always return if the man was still willing to cast the banishing spell—though Corec suspected it wouldn't work any better than Lodarin's. The wizard eyed the c...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Warnings I promised: There is no f/f or group in this story. Read with no fear… It's all m/f, but it takes a while to get there. This one's a vampire story. Okay, if you read "leader of the pack" then I suggest you read my prefaces. If you didn't then it's not necessary, but I suggest it, if you want to avoid future confusion should you choose...
We stood under a canopy of lavender foliage, amidst ancient trees whose upraised limbs soared high above our heads. Twilight glow radiated through the trees from all sides. Blue glow bugs flitted by, some near and some far, but none of that mattered. It was a picture perfect moment. I was in the arms of Le'ara, the elven huntress, and she was throwing hersel...
There was too much water. Snatch understood, intellectually, that he was at the bottom of a vast ocean, sealed within dark, twisting vaults suffused with magic that somehow kept the rest of the ocean at bay, rendering narrowly survivable what had to be the third-worst dungeon crawl he'd ever embarked on since becoming an adventurer. Still. It was really, r...
It wasn't long before the alarm was raised and Heralds quickly began filling the streets surrounding the big house in the slum district, making it increasingly difficult for Aran, Sorla and Sara to keep a low profile, especially with the two women wearing red and yellow Herald robes. So far, none of the Heralds rushing by them had given them more than a pa...
The winter drove over Mellowhale like a great ice dragon's breath. The killing front left some men dead in the streets, freezing them to the earth in dark corners of alleyways behind buildings. 'A cleansing freeze', some elders would mumble from the comforting warmth of their fireplace. The street's live trash was cast into a merciless freezing slumber, then...
We Meet Again Author's notes: I claim the copyright to this story, and it may not be posted elsewhere except by express written (electronic counts as written) permission. This is a work of fiction, and no real person is represented here except for the conductor of the Atlanta Symphony, who plays a very minor part. As a celebrity he is fair game for what he...