Hey folks, this story is open for all writers, please read the writers notes, and enjoy! —- Shadowvale, a snowy mountainous village deep in the Skarel Mountains. It’s also the resting place of a secret and ancient dark cult. One that worships the succubi Matesh. The promise of power, wealth and lust drew you to her, and in exchange you made a blood pact. Th...
A throbbing headache and the strain of his own hacking cough drew Hafred back from the darkness which had nearly claimed him. A haze of confusion clouded his mind as his eyes cracked open, and the first sight to greet him was that of his own face, or at least the dim reflection of it in the surface of the stream below. He was slung over a tumbled stone, and...
The Feasting This bloodline was strong, I'd been warned for years and now felt it in the air as I approached the manor. They were secretly immigrants, as the mother was estranged sister to the Dutch Abraham Van Helsing. Her family exiled her when she was caught sleeping with a Paganist, and Britain has never been fond of foreigners. The father was a direct...
When plague came to the cities, I saw my family perish one by one. With his dying breath, my father begged me to leave our home and seek out relatives living far away. The journey was hard, but after several days of walking with blistered feet and cadging rides on passing carts, I came upon a small village nestled in the shelter of rolling hills. I did not k...
The first time Sigrune laid her eyes on Sujin she knew she wanted him. Fate had placed them in the same manor and for months they were unaware of each other. While they both had rooms there, neither saw it as their home. For Sujin it was jus t a place to rest his head when he was in the Eastern Kingdoms, going straight to his bed and leaving before sunrise,...
Please read the previous chapters before wading into this one. I welcome and appreciate all comments, critiques and/or emails; but especially constructive ones. ******************** Chapter Five The cook for the house was a woman of about 50, Amanda Kraft, who had once ran a boarding house in Prescott. The owner sold the place and Mrs. Kraft was out of...
Isolated in the mountains above a tiny village, the two-story stone manor was both austere and foreboding with its narrow barred windows and high-arched heavy iron doors. In the rear of the manor were myriad gardens accessible to visitors from a walled stone walkway leading out from the main hall, except for one garden that a roof-high iron cage guarded comp...
This is the 12th and final part of the tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves But it is not the end for the characters 12. Epilogue As it turned out any fears about what might happen with the others at the manor proved to be unfounded. Deanna had persuaded first Jared, and then his doctors, to allow him to be discharged to the manor for his rehabilitatio...
Marilys, a beautiful woman with long flowing black hair, full bosom, a rich complexion, stood alone in the open courtyard. The sun had been beating down on her for nearly an hour, but she didn't move. She couldn't move because she was commanded by a Master of the Crimson Mansion to stand on that exact spot until she was told to move. This was the beginning...
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