Chapter Eight -- The Student Danka and her fellow initiates eagerly awaited the Fall Equinox, when they would give up the title of "Initiate" and become fully accepted members of the Cult of the Ancients. To mark the change in their status, they would wear the Cult of the Ancients' skull on their formal outfits. They handed over their dresses and tunics to...
I woke up to the clacking of typewriter keys echoing down Theo's castle's stone hallways. I rolled over to my stomach, pushing up from the mattress to stretch my arms and my back. Looking up over my shoulder to the ceiling I saw the painting Theo had above his bed—a small farm house on a grassy hill, the paint thick and textured, the sky dark and grey. I cou...
My name is Prince Bonir. That's Bonir with a long-E sound; boh-neer. I do not appreciate my name being mispronounced, and I assure you my dungeons are very big. I am the second son and the third and youngest child of Prince Cedric III, Duke of Averic and brother to His Majesty the King. My older brother Cedric was to inherit the duchy; as second son, the u...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. I push boundaries and question everything and everyone. All my characters are flawed and have to deal with their own failings. Some rise above their failings, while others do not. Like real life. It's often a shitshow. _____________________________________________________________________ I take the p...
Mixed unions, diverse relationships, the union of opposites, a lot of people have a problem with such things. My name is Alexander Valcourt, and in mortal life, I was a police officer in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. My parents, Etienne and Jeannette Valcourt are immigrants from the island of Haiti and they instilled in me the values of hard work...
For starters, my thanks to PokingFun for keeping her head above the rip tide long enough to edit this work. To Smutol, who fought with me - A LOT - but provided invaluable input into character interactions and was often the voice for 'the little guy'. To Talonwolf because apparently the ATF can't do their jobs to my satisfaction. To the Voice Howling In t...
How to Write a Novel Making it through the plagues that plague writers. Ideas strike like meteors upon an unsuspecting moon. In the fallout of debris, an idea occurs to you: hey, what if... You hurl yourself towards your instrument of writing and in the aftermath of the explosion, words trickle from your brain and into your fingertips. A novel is crafted....
Written by Nanna Marker; literotica ID ellynei. * "We're here," said Lei, released the rope, and let it fall to the ground. They had been there a while, but she had decided not to declare it until the forest's edge was out of sight. "Altwar," she clarified. Exhausted she sank to her knees. "What now, Oli?" There was no reply, only that horrible stench...
The throbbing had stopped now, and she was relieved. It shouldn't have happened! What about the cures! Two of the them! They were the best, the latest thing! But... but it hadn't worked! Jason had awakened naked in the bushes of the municipal park, the Slut Bus long gone, as was all the hair on his body. He'd watched in horror as his slimming chest began to...
Chapter 3 City In Turmoil So much and so many of the inner city was lost and under such a short amount of time. Both military and local law enforcement suffered tremendously, losing so many to the outraging plague that had captured the city. Among those still inside the city battling against the infected were two very close friends; Chad and Blake. The two...