Lightning crackled through the night sky, illuminating a feminine figure perched in a window of the Hospital Merci. Darkness quickly overtook the lights again and left only the dark shadow of a woman. Dark eyes studied the room in silence, her heart beating fast. Mina was a lust demon. That is, she embodied everything sexual and then some, but also fed off...
Damian paused at the edge of their territory and took a quick survey of the area. The conditions were right for the kind of prey he was after. The lighting was dim; the music gave a feeling of class. There were drinks being sold but nobody was uncultured enough to be drinking beer. A slower detailed look revealed that while there was a group of four sitting...
The moment she felt the sting of the dart in the back of her thigh, Leela thought, "Oh shit!" She immediately plucked it out, tossed it aside and kept running in a zigzag pattern, trying to be a tougher target. But those new ultra-safe game darts were very sophisticated, and efficient. Upon impact, they quickly injected the tranquilizer. Around the impact sp...
Journal of Erin Hollister10 June, mid-afternoon I'm no longer scared. I feel myself changing, physically and mentally. This morning I was an emotional wreck over what I did last night. Now I am indifferent. Aunt Carmilla explained things when I woke up half past noon. I am transforming into a vampire, one of the living dead - or undead - that feeds on the...
1. Family Foundation 1.1. Goddess of the Moon Although the circumstances of the emperor's origin remain a mystery, we are certain that she was not born in Tunguska 200 years ago. Rather, we believe that she was sent from an alternative future to avert a major catastrophe. Even if her species deserves to be worshiped as gods, we must control and chastise th...
Copyright PennameWombat May 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
I love transatlantic flights; some people hate the long boring hours, but not me. Life is what you make of it and while for some a Boeing 747 might be a place filled with half sleeping people, it was something completely different to me. This plane is my hunting ground. The pathways between the chairs are like the open places in the forest where the deer fin...
Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations in non-human/ fantasy context. If reading sexual, non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. For those of you looking for a QF, you're out of luck. Sorry, this was never going to be on the same level as the other chapters. I'd like...
The world's oldest sport also happens to be my favorite. Hunting. I simply love it. The thrill of the hunt, the ecstasy of the chase and the primal joy of the kill. I am definitely into it. Who am I? I am a wealthy and powerful Black man, enough said. I've been called many things. From corporate raider to slick businessman to functional sociopath. Just call...
A quick note, while I write about unprotected sex I certainly do not advise it in this day and age. Please take time to be safe in every activity no matter how eager you are to enjoy. I certainly hope folks continue to find this series entertaining. Reading my first comment from my last part.. Since this part was already written, I will try to add more hunti...