The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for...
Thanks to the work of far too many superheroes and heroines, crime in Omen City had all but been stopped -- petty crime was long extinct, and all that remained were the superpowered criminals that considered themselves be matches for all of the city's goldbrick do-gooders. They rarely succeeded, and in the cases which they did, another hero would step in bef...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* My sister Ma...
I just stood there, looking at my tv. It’s real. The heroes are real! Spiderman was talking with a reporter. They were talking about the peace in New York now that crime has been reduced severely. There’s no way this is real?! I woke up in my exact same room, nothing out of the ordinary! I quickly took out my phone and searched up every hero and villain I co...
The Demon King was attacking the world... one of many down a long line, really. In truth, no one in the world could quite remember when a demon king, or lord, queen... and that one odd time when the bishop of darkness came... but, I digress! Nobody could quite remember when some dark lord wasn't attacking the kingdoms for some reason or another. Once more, a...
"Aeris, Oh Aeris can you here me" A soft womanly voice called out to me pulling me out of my tired slumber only to find not my regular and familiar worn down bedroom but instead a sea of clouds and sky's adored with shades of soft yellow and pink awaited my now wide awake eyes. "Where am I, what happened, who are you" My frantic panicking...
Eliona was on her knees, her hands shackled behind her back and her head bowed. One would expect the young woman to have a look of shame or fear on her face, but the former Hero had nothing but disdain for this supposed court. Although she was only eighteen, she had been the child of adventurers and had grown up learning from the best the Guild had to offer....
Authors note: For once, I'm doing quite a build up for my first series. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. The BDSM and all the rest will come as the story unfolds. ***** He opens the door. The heat beat down upon our hero like nothing he ever felt before. It coaxed sweat to the surface of his skin where it could nearly turn it into...
You were always a lucky student; the instructors at the Heroes' Academy had said as much when you graduated. Your sparring partners always slipped, your salve ingredients always combined the right way, your sword always seemed to end up at your opponent's weak spot. Some said you had the Goddess watching over you. Most just thought you were an undeservingly...
Everyone's pretty familiar with genies or jinn - you rub the lamp, you get three wishes. Ifrits are a little different. They both live in lamps and grant wishes but Ifrit specifically take delight in causing harm - either by twisting the owner's wishes around Monkey's Paw style or by forcing someone good and pure to make wishes that are purely sinful in natu...