(Author's note: I've written this, a sequel to Wolf at the Door, in response to the wonderful positive comments I've received – thank you all for taking the time to express your opinions. I don't think it'd be necessary to read the first story to follow this one, but if you wanna, and leave some more comments, feel free!) Samantha Brennan was dabbing a few...
Aelfric held his elbows pinned to his sides, his face impassive. As king, he could never show weakness, never give such succor to his foes. Worse, it would worry his wife and shame his son. He would be strong for them. Flete walked ahead, leading Aelfric's horse by the reins. "Not much farther." "In distance-" Aelfric gathered his breath against the fire i...
The coven had closed the circle after the meager flask of overpriced wine and the plates of veggies had been passed around and emptied. In trickles they pulled away from the clearing and campfire that they had used by the granite altar. The final members, a pretty blonde woman and a lovely brunette, good friends, stayed behind to clean up any trace of the ce...
“I hate Vampires,” Sarathiel said, and with that, the former Archangel, now a six-foot-tall, curvy and athletic, bad-ass human female, jammed the silver-tipped wooden stake into her enemy’s chest. The Vampire, a tall, bald-headed, muscular Asian male with luminescent eyes and sharp fangs, gasped in shock and pain before actually disintegrating before her ver...
Anjanette the Witch and The Tentacles of Power by Lord_Bokrug Anjanette Wormwood. 18 years old. College student. Witch. Never outgrew her goth phase since highschool. In the best way ever, of course. Anjanette was trekking in the old abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of the town of Dimwich. Her curvaceous body jiggled in her short black dress as she...
I She sat quietly in a thickly cushioned chair built on a wicker frame -- her eyes were closed as she rubbed her swollen belly. She carried a new life inside her and she knew it was going to be unlike any life the world had ever seen. Bailla'Tayne Jeva stood and walked to a large bowl sitting on a low table and she scooped a goblet full of water. The under...
*The thralls are all leaving...* Jade told Alyssa, craning her draconic head out of the shattered cockpit and sweeping her sharp-eyed gaze across the hangar. Alyssa swung out of the breached canopy and crouched on the Raptor's roof. *Quick, Dana... the runes!* *Okay...* the redhead agreed, her telepathic voice aching with grief. As much as Alyssa felt the...
Cinthesis Part One "Alright, I've seen the wall-paintings and they're very pretty. Can we got to the lake now, Cindy?" her friend Beverly Haller complained. Cinderella Mason sighed. What her mother had been thinking when she'd given her daughter that name, she would never understand. Her mother must have liked it, but she personally detested it and went by...
Author's Note: This is a shorter story with a bit of an... eclectic mix of categories. Not for everyone, so if you're easily offended or uncertain check out the spoiler tags before diving in. As always, thanks for taking the time to check this out. Spoiler Tags: Reluctance, Transformation, Lamia, Naga, Eldritch, Cthulian, Twinning, Male to Futa, MtH, Trans...
It was near sunset now. Half of the time Yorigthi has asked her for was now gone, and they'd just shared another period of rest, sharing a meal. He provided her with the stew that had been cooking all day, and it had been delicious. In exchange, she'd shared with him flatbread and fruit preserves, and he added a flask of eldritch wine to this modest but no l...