The universe is a big place, yet sharing it will always be one of sentience's biggest problems. Doesn't matter which realm one inhabits, intelligent beings always quarrel over the same issues. Territory, power, resources and the like. Sad, huh? I've always believed that whoever made the cosmos must have had a sick sense of humor. And so far, I've yet to be p...
The restaurant was exclusive, the lighting intimate. Trev had told her it was owned by one of his people. He had yet to tell her who and what exactly his people were but she had decided to leave those questions for another time. Most of the patrons were immortals, with a scattering of high ranking humans. He had said all the humans in the place knew about th...
Introduction: Angels and Demons are two warring factions, each in their own separate dimensions, that have a standing bet on the souls of humanity. Why they have such a bet is unknown. Angels represent the best part of humanity. Although they too can have sinister agendas of their own. They are immortal but not invincible. Demons represent the worst of huma...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
389 years ago, a fated trip from Venice to Verona in Italy for a weekend of ribald entertainment with four shipmates, would be the death of me. And my rebirth into this world of darkness, immortality, and bloodlust. Merchant seamen all. We'd been given leave for the weekend by our Captain. A lecherous fiend with an eye for little boys. Upon arrival in Veneci...
"Ieajateo." Kieran O'Conner laughed as the woman swooped in through the open window, her small black feathered wings swiftly closing in behind her. He didn't even bother bowing or scraping. "Here to exchange pleasantries?" She said nothing. She didn't even shake, didn't even bother unclothing herself. "Strip." She gripped the pommel of her sword and stared...
"Alex! Wait until you hear what-!" Ana stopped abruptly, fingers still on the handle of her friend's bedroom door. On the big bed before her, Alex straddled Damien, and had been riding him hard judging by how she was panting. Both were stark naked, Alex's breasts held in his hands, both of their eyes glowing brightly, faces flushed. "Oh...my...god," Ana m...
There is a war going on, which the world doesn't know about. There are these entities known as the Siphon. They exist as pure intelligence, intangible and invisible, and completely lacking physical form. In a way, they seem to be spirits. It is their natural state. In this natural state, they are immortal. Unfortunately for them, they are incapable of affect...
Chapter 4: Lawrence It was a cloudy autumn afternoon when they set out. Lawrence was still brooding after his capture by the slavers. How had they managed to bring him down? He knew they had suppressed his Shaping somehow, but how? And why didn't it work on the boy? It was a close call, he knew that much. He didn't want to, but now he had to study the s...
Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...