Greetings, folks. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Blackstone III. Owner and CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. It's a Fortune Five Hundred Company. This means that I've got more money than I know what to do with. At the age of sixty, I continue to find new ways to entertain myself. Have you looked at the world of entertainment today? It's...
Chapter Eight: Dianne "What the devil is going on?" I shouted. It wasn't anger, although people often misjudge my outbursts as such, no it was pure shock. As far as I knew, Tom had not even returned from his latest adventure. No one had told me he was back. Why didn't anyone tell me? What were they trying to hide? And then to happen upon such a scene. F...
My name is Paula Jean-Guillaume. And today is my wedding day. To most young women, it's one of the happiest days of their lives. To me, it's a day of apprehension and uncertainty. Such is the life of a Werewolf in North America. Yeah, that's what I am. Not that you would know unless I told you. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark brown ski...
(Hope Branch is a twenty-four year old concert violinist. Out of shyness, she has hid until now her Miss America figure in baggy clothes. The circumstances of her coming out are told in chapters of this story not yet posted.) Carrying her instrument and bow, Hope maneuvered among the chairs. She heard the orchestra grow quiet as she moved through its ranks...
My name is Rayne. My mother named me for the first thing in our world to touch my skin. As I grew, I realized that this was the custom amongst my people. I am of the Nightstorm Clan of the Griffonytes. I, like my father before me, will become a Knight of Tecannis; warriors dedicated to protecting the Sorcerer's Guild. After my coronation, I will be appoint...
The Queen had just finished the last lacings on the front of her bodice when a flourish of trumpets sounded through windowlets set high up in the chamber walls. Both the Inquisitor and the Queen looked up at the bright sound, and then back at each other. "The Outlanders..." hissed the Queen, her eyes dark and brooding as they sky had been, just moments befo...
Milyn looked around the room hopelessly. There was no way out that she could see. The door was sturdy and locked, and there were no windows. The only piece of furniture in the room was the simple stool she was seated on. Folding her hands together in supplication, she knelt on the hard stone floor, bowing her head in prayer. Only the One God could save her n...
From the Journal of Victoria St. Christopher: September 5th, 1879 I have decided to begin this log of my thoughts and experiences now, as we begin our journeys overland through Africa, rather than during the period whilst we were at sea, for two reasons; the first being that sea voyages are commonplace now, and unworthy of note in a historical journal; and...
My name is Cassandra DaCosta, and I set down these words in the event of my death. If you are reading these words, then it must mean that I have died, as so many of us must do, and that means that Count Dorin needs someone to replace me as His servant. It has been many years since He first entered my life, since He first demanded His offering of blood from m...
Every time he comes to me like this, my heart nearly breaks. I'm always glad to see him, but always saddened about the circumstances. Raphael Courville comes to me with his head down, when things are absolutely at their worst. I already suspect there's a woman involved in it this time. He tells me that he had yet another disastrous date with a young Black wo...