CHAPTER I In the days of yore, in a place far away, lived a very handsome young man named Randolph, the son of a woodcutter. Although Randolph was a young lad, he was not naive in matters of the heart or flesh. His physical size and appearance made him a favorite among the girls of his village and he had done more than his part to enhance this image by ensu...
Heather Rhodes' POVCascade Pack House, Alpha Office "Baby, I need you to sit in the corner here and watch," Carson said to me. "I don't know if we can trust them with the secret of your existence, and you'll appear to be a guard." "Fine, if I have to," I replied. My wolf didn't like getting pushed to the side; she wanted recognition as his equal. "What hap...
There was something wrong with Roland's dream. The fact that he was even aware that he was dreaming should have been proof enough, though that was merely the delirious prelude to the true terror to come. His head turned like he was underwater, his vision sweeping across the hazy landscape that surrounded him like a fog of indistinct colors. He was... in...
I now know what it feels like to be that author who doesn't upload for months! Life, and bouts of uncreativity as a result of it, happen. This was inspired by binging Game of Thrones. PLEASE leave comments with thoughts and criticism. I dig the dialogue of this one but writing the sex made me feel rusty. Enjoy! ++++++++++++++ "Savage girl, tell me your nam...
I had become a seasoned traveler over the course of my writing career. I'd experienced turbulence to the extreme that I swore we were going to fall out of the sky. Witnessed a first-class business man who'd had too much champagne get handcuffed to his seat after he kept groping the female flight attendant every time she passed by. Gripped the arms of my sea...
Pack Warrior Greg Barks' POV Arrowhead Alpha Home I woke to the banging on my door. "GREG! Meet me in Heather's room in ten minutes." I recognized my boss's voice. "Yes, Beta Coral." I looked at the clock; it was just after midnight. I'd gotten maybe an hour of sleep, and I had a feeling I wouldn't get much more. I quickly dressed and was out the door...
Note: all characters in this story are 18+. Chapter 1: The Manticore's Sting The spare wooden floor of the room was hard against Levinja's knees as she knelt, eyes shut, hands clasped together, and sought again that place of inner peace the Reverend Mother was always talking about. "There is a place in every heart, free of all desire and fear and passion,...
Darkness gathers and innocence withers. Braya, brave barbarian of the Eastern Mountain clans, at once the destroyer of the vile Morgana and yet her savior, is possessed by the sorceress's spirit, enslaved to her designs as much as her lusts. At her side rides Morgana's sole surviving son, Melehan, lover of malice and murder, together they quest to claim Came...
* * * The Eagle wheeled above the cliffs, looking for a tasty rabbit. He spotted the two human figures clinging to the rocky edge of the cliff and circled lower. The men were struggling for a grip, trying to get back to the clifftop. The eagle watched as one of the handholds crumbled and gave way. The man swung for a few seconds by one arm, then slid the la...
Author's Note: So I wrote another one of these. May God have mercy on my soul. If you read the last one, you know what kind of story this is. If you didn't, then go read it (or start reading it, laugh, and go read something that's actually good). What I'm saying is, this story is the most absurd fantasy my twisted mind is capable of producing. If you want an...