In light of comments for Chapter 1, I put the next two chapters together. Having said that, they may still need to be bulked up a bit. These chapters were meant to set up characters and the plot, and thus aren't meant to be erotic themselves. Chapters four and five should take care of that. Chapter Two September 1717, the Caribbean, It had seemed al...
***This is a story with a bunch of characters in it that I found I quite liked. They were originally developed for use in A Big Shiny Blue Marble, but sadly, they didn't make the cut. I re-read the story a while ago and I thought it might fly if it was presented as a separate -- and very finite -- finished work of say two to four chapters for Mother's Day....
The plot and characters of this story are obviously fictitious but the setting is real and I have tried to recreate it as best I could from memory – I hope I have done it justice. I have never encountered a Selkie but I know they are real! * * * * * Jess parked the car next to the little church in the car park of the Aird of Sleat. This was as far as she c...
(Washington, D.C. 1862) "Oh crap, crap, CRAP," I muttered under my breath as I saw the hooded figures pass the alleyway where I was precariously balanced on a stack of wooden crates. I redoubled my efforts with the pick head I was using to chip the cement from around a pair of steel bars. "What is it?" replied a soft Southern voice from inside the tiny roo...
The hanged male squirmed in the confines of the coffin, waking to find himself sweating in an oppressive warmth. His eyes flicked through the lattice, seeking some viewpoint through a porthole, and seeing whitewashed buildings under a vivid blue sky across the water. His ears pricked as he listened for whatever had awoken him from his drugged stupour, and hi...
Chapter Five: A Broken Heart None of us could recall a colder season than the one we had found ourselves hopelessly in that particular winter. Perhaps being hauled up in a drafty Keep in the heart of the Frostback Mountains didn't help our cause, with the iciness managing to penetrate even the sunniest of days. Varric had once claimed he had found snow deep...
To the eyes only of His Excellency, the Sovereign Guardian of the Free Peoples of Nyaska and the Nyaskan Mountain Range, Duke Horatio II, I'm writing simply to apologize for the delay in my return. My allotted time away from my duties has expired by at least a week, I think, and I'm aware that my services are no doubt sorely missed, as I am still your only...
Isobel used the new steel sword Frang provided and was engaged in a series of advances and retreats with him, practicing the skills she'd learned. It surprised him she could withdraw as fast as he could advance. It was an amazing talent for a beginner to the sword. He wondered if her skill in escape was due to her having to avoid the attacks of her former hu...
Author's Note: This may or may not be my favorite chapter of this whole story. Also, after this, this story starts to focus more of the fantasy elements, so I think I'm going to post the remaining chapters in the Fantasy and Sci-Fi category. If you're enjoying it and want to see where it goes, give me a follow! I'll update weekly until all 16 chapters are al...
The smell of smoke wafted gently through the trees causing a deep feral growl to rumble through his chest. He cocked his head to one side and listened, but knew that he was too late. He eased up to the edge of the forest and knelt in the underbrush as he looked out across the glen to the skeletal remains of the wee cottage and the dead livestock scattered ab...