She wondered how much longer the gods would let her live. Rain pounded on the miami-style windows, water managing to squeeze through the minuscule gaps and slowly trickle down the cement walls of the tiny house. She was grateful that she had decided against staying in one of the many wooden houses that dotted the beach. The gods would have taken extra plea...
Once long ago our world was full of magic, the lands where full of magic and world but also fraught with great dangers. As time went on humanity proved itself the dominant race and with the help of various Gods drove the other races into hiding or into separate realms of existence, yet mankind also forgot many of these Gods causing them to fade from mortal m...
Of Wars With his brown eyes fixed on the growing fire, he knew it was time to hang the pot of beef stew. Once a former Olympian champion, Heracles was reduced to a mortal whose days were shortening ever so quickly. "One thing I've been wanting to ask," Anthony said while lounging on one of the two couches that were placed opposite the fireplace, "how can I...
My name is Franklin Saint-Mars. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-one and 170-pound, brown-skinned and ruggedly handsome Haitian-American stud muffin. My friends call me the Chocolate Speedster. This right here is a special story I've got to share with you. It involves how I outsmarted the deadliest of enemies and made a name for myself in the circles of...
The older man stroked his long white beard and adjusted the sash that held his white linen robe in place. Then, his hand descended to the sickle that rested on his hip – he withdrew the tool and cut a piece of mistletoe from a neighboring tree and tossed the fruit at the foot of the ancient willow that he was appointed to guard till the chosen of Samhain and...
Long ago, the Gods did battle amongst themselves with dice to determine who would control the world. No God was a stranger to neither victory or defeat, but eventually the Gods tired of endlessly rolling without resolution. Instead, they created a board to represent the world and the many tribes within it, and created pawns to act as monsters, heroes, advent...
He came into the cave. Tall, dark and handsome. His skin was golden, his hair jet-black and his eyes a feral shade of emerald. He was completely naked and looked perfect. There was no other like him. He was Ananga, spirit of the forest, the lord of the wilderness. He looked like a man, but he was unlike any man she had ever seen. He was immortal, and the bea...
Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters then I suggest you don't bother continuing until you do, especially if all you're interested in is the sex scenes. There is one, but in order to keep the reader enmeshed in a story of this length most of this chapter is character and plot development. I think you'll be lost and disappointed without th...
IMPORTANT FOREWORD: Readers sensitive or triggered by depictions of "non-consent" (nice euphemism, huh?) may want to give it a pass. This story contains depictions of fantasy sex as an accepted form of combat. It isn't intended to be brutal or especially dark, but it still probably isn't for everyone. While I recognize there are few other problematic tropes,...
"Ishtar!" Shala loudly whispered as she nervously poked her head out of a fully bloomed rose bush in the large deserted gardens. Gazing up at the gigantic gold shimmering building across the field she cried "Ishtar!! Are you in there? Ishtar! Ishtar!!" "Keep it down!" Ningal growled under her breath as she admonished her friend. "Your whispering is far too...