Chapter 12: Denial The flap of her tent opened, milky light spilling in the darkness. She moaned as she rose up expecting to see Ginger. "Couldn't you have waited until morning?" Her breath caught when she saw who was leaning into her tent. It was a bare-chested Kail. Glinting auburn fire swept precariously over his owlish eyes, eyes that were stared thro...
Hello All: Here is the last installment in Ariana and Abiron's story. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. As always, your votes and comments are welcomed. Chapter 27 "Where is she?" Ariana looked mildly at her husband. They were alone in their chambers in the Great Temple. Ariana held a book in her hands, while...
The fire flared high, sending sparks toward the stars above. The naked bodies of the Amazon tribe shone golden, circling the great fire. All around me my sisters chanted, voices supplicating the Mother Goddess to provide us with a successful hunt. I added my voice to those surrounding me, praying fervently. This was to be my first hunt and I wanted nothing...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
*Everyone in this story is 18 or older* SoHo Huntress *************** I slowly raised my eyelids and lifted my head, awaking from my loss of consciousness to see a silhouette of a woman. It was much too dark to see significant detail, only that she had brown skin, a skinny frame and big, curly black hair. After a few seconds of puzzling, I realized I was...
She sat alone in the corner of the dark smoke filled room. A perfection of innocence masked by a tough façade. Her image of disaffected youth fitting with those she found solace with. Beauty buried under grime, silken locks braided once, now left as a collection of rats tails gathered at the crown of her head. She blended in seamlessly, as her heavy lidded g...
Helena Bertinelli gazed into her lover's eyes as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She held her breath as his prick penetrated her warm box. This wasn't the norm for them, not for Huntress and Nightwing. Most of the time, it was just wild rooftop fucking, a way to relieve the tension after a tough night of crimefighting...
“I hate Vampires,” Sarathiel said, and with that, the former Archangel, now a six-foot-tall, curvy and athletic, bad-ass human female, jammed the silver-tipped wooden stake into her enemy’s chest. The Vampire, a tall, bald-headed, muscular Asian male with luminescent eyes and sharp fangs, gasped in shock and pain before actually disintegrating before her ver...
It was an ordinary night for Issabella. A shot of espresso, green face paint, lace bra, panties and the little black purse of exorcism to-go. The Thompson house on North Orchard, another demon, another job. Issabella was no ordinary woman, she was a demon huntress. She knew all their tricks, at least most of them. Catching a low-level Fallen was easy. Truth...
When she arrived in Riverwood, she was befriended by Delphine who ran the Sleeping Giant Inn with her husband, Orgnar. She had shown kindness to Lyara when the wood elf first arrived in the village covered in Imperial blood and talking of dragons. Anyone else would have probably called the city guards, and had her incarcerated as a mad woman. Lyara had staye...