Chapter Twenty-One: Walter "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Constantine asked Raven as he rubbed his bruised wrists and glared at Raven. His neck still hurt from the insatiable hunger of Argos as he drank from him to restore his human appearance, and he still didn't know exactly why he couldn't break free from the ropes that had held him bound. Only Hu...
I'm a big fan of my ASP characters. Writing the first of the ASP stories was one of the most pleasurable time for me. Now I hope to take them all deeper and to get more involved with the different members. Those of you who loved Tambor and Rylan, keep your eyes out. Wynter Witch will be out when this story is finished. Let me know what you think of the title...
Taking out my penlight I pointed to the area of interest on the map. "Here is the creature's last known location, right below the Kimujo Mountain." I have been tracking this monster for the last four years when I heard of its attack on the small village called Terbuko. All the women and men of that village were forever changed after coming in contact wit...
My name is James Jarvis. A big and tall young man of Haitian and Irish descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I was born to an Irish mother and Haitian father. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me and I was raised by my father's family. Being a biracial dude in the racially diverse but occasionally uptight City of Boston wasn't alway...
Rosita awoke with the scream held tightly behind her lips. It was her third night after the rape, and her second nightmare. She had thought it wouldn't come back, after her night with Marshal Jones. Rosita blushed, as she suddenly realized she had never asked for his first name. After making love to her, he had tucked her into bed and held her gently through...
The Conclusion Chapter Twenty Hunter's heart was beating too hard. His eyes were swollen from his tears and he couldn't look away from Mirage's dead face. She was beautiful even in death, incredibly lovely almost as if she were sleeping. He could feel his fellow ASP members around them and knew they wanted him to give up her body, to let her go back to th...
Chapter Twenty: Argos When Damien opened his eyes that evening he found her sitting in the bay window seat, staring out into the night, and sharpening a wooden stake. Despite his alarm, he sat up from his bed slowly. "Rambo," he quipped. "We meet again." She simply kept whittling away the sharpened tip of the stake. "I'm not here to hurt you," she assure...
Geralt of Rivia rode his way through the winding cobblestone streets of Novigrad, a free city within the Kingdom of Redania. Becoming a Witcher meant going through a series of tests, back at the Witcher fortress of Kaer Morhen, which few ever survive. Every single person put through the trials is only a child, so that if they pass the tests, their body is ab...
~~Beatrice~~ She was starting to become envious. Athalia was a bitch. A real, horrible, nasty bitch of a person. Only vamp Triss had ever seen talk to Athalia and not get chewed out or glared at was Jack, but it wasn't Jack that Triss was envious of. It was Athalia, and that monster chick vibe she had going for her. Badass monster chick on the inside, perf...
This is a strange shop owned by an old man. The place looks old and is filled with items that would amaze or confuse most people. Things like those that could be seen advertised at the end of old comic books, x-ray googles, telepathy helmets, sea monkeys, monster eggs, transformation devices, time stopping watches and much more... The only difference is that...