Twenty-one cloaked figures stand in a circle, twenty of them wears dark red cloaks and one of them is clad in a black one. They chant in an unknown language and in complete disorder. All of them says the same thing, the same poem that they all learned by heart and repeated oh soo many times already, yet you can not hear anything even resembling syncron or or...
Author's Note: Welcome to the third and final chapter in the saga of Ree the goblin. I have to admit, I had a blast writing this story – it was a lot of fun to depart from some of my earlier writing. It would be interesting to write a sequel, but maybe not for a while yet. Again, many thanks to the author Karaline – without her support, insight and editing...
For the next two marching days the regiment made good progress, nearly thirteen leagues. The wounded of the 4th Reserve Company still slightly kept the pace slower than Rowan would have preferred but he would not ever offer a single word of complaint to the many still injured. They had fought and held their ground while their friends around them had died, al...
Once upon a time, there was a land called Theras. The land was a prosperous and peaceful one, separated into four separate kingdoms that found mutual understanding. To the north, the mountainous lands of the dwarves where the people of the mountains mined and lived out their lives digging out precious metals to be shaped into wondrous tools and items that co...
That evening in the great Mountains, the sky roared with the fury of dragons and breathed icy needles down upon the craggy peaks. The wind tore at those scrubby plants that had unshrewdly grown an inch too far from their roots. The flurrying snow bit and tore at exposed skin, blinded the eyes, weighed down furs and coats. Every footstep sank through crunchin...
So, for me it wasn't a wardrobe. It was literally walking through the door into my office. One moment I'm in a drab building with grey walls. The next I'm standing on grass next to a babbling brook. I have never been prone to blackouts, and anyway the time on my phone was what I would have expected. I wasn't getting any signal though. Not even GPS. All the...
Author's Note: Thank you for choosing to read this little story of mine. Before we get started, I strongly suggest you go back and read Princess Fairpeach Meets the Goblin by the author zaxxon to have a bit of background of Princess Amber Fairpeach and Dikus the goblin. The original story is a very good, straightforward story of a goblin who meets a fair m...
*Oghma here! It seems we've reached chapter 3 of my ongoing saga. The next chapter of "The Preacher's Son" is being worked on, but given everything going on in the world right now it still might be a while. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it, and I'll see you all next time!* **Disclaimer; Excessive sizes, fantasy elements, futanari and general silliness ahead....
~Chapter 1 Eliza awoke with a groan, everything hurt, from her tender bum to her sore throat and everything in between. Matters weren't made any better with just how filthy, heavy, and nauseated she felt. She groaned, tried to sit-up, and immediately regretted it as the world began to spin about her. She fell onto her back with a groan, waited a moment, and...
Jamess sat patiently on the cart and gazed up at the sun. They should have been here by now. His gaze shifted as Pollux arrived first, climbing up on the cart next to him, a heavy crossbow in hand. Slowly, the others arrived, Jonas, of course being the last. "Finally we can leave now." Alice said, mounting her horse. "Easy there, sugar buns, I had some las...