It has been 10 years after Helen betrayed her husband, Duke Menelaus, and ran away to Troy with her affair, the Trojan prince Paris. The Trojan, claiming that Menelaus cheated Helen first and abused her, declared war on Greece to obtain Menelaus' head. They had the biggest navy, bravest warriors and the most advance weapons in the world. The chances of our s...
Part 13: Father Kincaid calmly locked the front door and walked slowly around me, making little clucking noises as if appraising me as I stood there feeling more and more vulnerable, goosebumps appearing on my bare back, neck and shoulders. His deep, gravelly voice, the same one that was so intimidating when I was an altar boy, seemed to go right through me...
Thanks for everyone's comments. I can see that not everyone likes the addition of the guitarist. I don't want anyone to think I don't pay attention to them but since I already added it I'm going to continue it. I hope the other characters grow on everyone and I hope it doesn't end up detracting from Calvin and Riley in the end. Please continue to comment. Yo...
Let me start off by saying that Halloween is for kids. I would tend to think that most of you adults on this site would have to agree. It is not like I am anti-Halloween or anything, that would be far from the truth. Believe me, I thoroughly enjoy seeing the little ones come to the door dressed in their colorful costumes. Even better when they come to the do...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are...
Chapter Five -- "The Bloody One" There was an interruption of Danka's studies from the end of September until the end of October. The Church staff, like everyone else in the country, had to put forth all of their energy into harvesting and preserving food for the winter. The men hauled bushels of firewood and charcoal, along with fruit, vegetables, and vine...
The blue haired young man was standing in the darkness in the middle of a cemetery. He had no idea how he got there or why he was there, but he knew it was an old cemetery. He knew it was old not by just the headstones on the graves but he could sense it; smell it; even taste it. The young man could feel the evil of the place; he could feel it in his bones a...
The man walked down the Reeperbahn, a wide boulevard deep in the waterfront district of Hamburg, Germany, famed for the St Pauli Girl Brewery. And, presumably, for St Pauli Girls. He walked past sex shops and video stores, with a smattering of trashy lingerie stores that fronted for very inexpensive hookers - usually of the immigrant variety - thrown in for...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
Chapter Twenty-Seven -- Three Familiar Faces Danka and Isauria spent several days traveling northwest through the forest along paths that were barely visible to anyone not accustomed to navigating the backcountry. Danka walked in front of the mule while Isauria held her new crossbow and watched for potential trouble. Danka enjoyed those days of walking, of...