Following the eastern coastline of this continent, a serpentine mountain range traverses the terrain that separates the united kingdoms of Altrad from the Mauritzian Sea. Though its peaks reach high enough to be snowcapped, the portion of this rambling dagger-like skyline which we focus on tonight is devoid of frosty white. For a span of countless miles, the...
Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ This is one of a series of stories set in the Land of Etherium, a place out of time where wizards channeled mana and a host of creatures we call fairy tales roamed the lands. It is said these tales occur...
Thomas was a recent college graduate from California, a former football player and a stereotypical jock. To celebrate his lately having completed school, he was vacationing half a world away from home, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, in Australia. At present, he was boating off the shore of Queensland's Gold Coast, living it up and partying down. He...
The ragged cliffs struck the sky, breaking it apart in a stormy, grey cloud that was said to herald one's ultimate demise. If it had been a true omen, ravens would have cawed and flapped across it, disturbing the dark glamour with their raggedness, but Xigfeldo was the true omen and portent of death on the face of the cliff, stones crumbling away as he hung...
Author's note: Story may contain non-human transformation, female submission, impregnation/breeding, monster sex! So if you don't like that... well get out! Feedback appreciated, especially notes of what you liked, so I can write more like it. I split this story into 3 chapters for easier editing, but it really just one big story. So you should read the p...
The night was freezing and the lone woman picked up the pace. She was drenched, her heels clicking on the wet asphalt as she looked round. Still, the dark man was behind. Slowly, gradually, he was beginning to catch up. Running wasn't an option unless her sinister pursuer suffered from a similarly debilitating case of asthma. She turned a corner. The moon wa...
Roche swore as she climbed up a set of stairs, one of seemingly hundreds in the massive, sky-piercing 'Tower of Poloskis'. Her plate-mail was covered in blood, soot, trace remains of acid, was dinged and scratched beyond serviceability, and was squeaking uncomfortably with every step she took. Her shield had been swallowed long ago by a sticky worm-monster....
The sailor slipped over the side railing, letting the cool water claim his body again in his nightly ritual. The minute differences in temperature slipped and swirled around him as he moved silently away from the ship. Following the ribbon of moonlight on the water, he let his breathing slow and the rhythm of the sea take him. Soon, he was moving with powerf...
He was back, sliding through the cold air in great swooping circles with me at their centre. Balanced on two great wings, he lit the night sky with ostentatious jets of fire from his throat, the flame glittering off his vivid red scales. A part of me wanted to spread my wings and leap up to join my suitor in the air, but I repressed it: a fire dragon had to...
Swimming in the ocean as a merman was the strangest thing to Thomas. He could see clearly, he could hear and speak just as easily as if he were above the water, and he didn't feel the ocean's cold temperatures or crushing pressures at depth. The most disconcerting thing was breathing: Thomas had gills now, in his neck—they had opened up just as soon as he'd...