Author's note: There is a LOT of fighting in this story, though little graphic violence, and brief reference to male bisexuality. If those are concerns, this story may not be for you. It takes place in the world of While The Gods Slumber. "The Queen of Thorns is unjustly named. No thorn was ever so cruel." -Legendary words of (martyr) Chief Nkesi, 3109 by...
So here we go with Chapter 3! Thanks to everyone for comments, favorites, and, especially, to those of you who think this story is good enough to follow! I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am, so here is the next installment. I can't wait to see what's going to happen! Standard Disclaimer: Everyone is 18+, no using the material without permission, and...
The waning moon hung low, barely reaching above the tangled arms of the forest. The naked branches reached out after it like slender, grasping fingers. The starless slate sky loomed overhead and offered little more than a murky and dismal silence, complimenting the heavy darkness of the forest below. Yet, from this still, silent blackness a light emerged, pe...
** Friday afternoon ** I pulled the big Ford pick-up around the last corner on the way to my home/office/studio. Located in one of the older, undeveloped commercial parts of town, it was an unlikely place to live. Years earlier I had stumbled onto the old brick-veneered warehouse and they were nearly giving it away. Unencumbered by a serious mate, I built w...
Yo sup guys; it's been quite a while hasn't it? Sorry about not being able to post for the past few months, but alas, life has gotten in the way, and I suspect will continue to. Anyway, this is the before promised 'Battle Chapter!!'(Lightning strikes and thunder and other epic shit), which revolves around the battle between The Hand of Aegis, and Boris and h...
[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.] Kitty doesn't just tell me, her husband, that she loves me. She says "I love you" to a lot of men -- long-time boyfriends, recent ones, even one-time lovers. She's the sweetest person ever, b...
This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. Special thanks to my editor. ********************************* The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. I saw Anna off early and then helped clean the house and pack the car. My dad wanted to leave by 11:00am so I texted Megan to see if she wanted to catch some last minute waves. Darci said she...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...
Emma was quiet the rest of the drive into town but perked up as we exited the expressway and started driving through the city. The rain had let up and as we neared my neighborhood things started feeling more urban—the buildings, the lights and neons and action in the streets—and pretty soon she was sitting up and looking around. I wasn't exactly angry with h...
A little while later, everyone had formed a neat little line through the kitchen. The girls had set out bowls, spoons, corn bread and drinks. Each friend took turns getting their food and then plopping down wherever they found a spot to eat. Liz wiggled close to Todd, with Hollie on the other side of him, making a very happy Todd sandwich. Beside Liz, Tammy...