Chapter 7: Sebastian Raven watched the candlelight dance across Abigail's sleeping face. She hadn't wanted to return to the coven with him, wanting to put as much distance between herself and the horrible creature that attacked her as possible. But as was his nature, Raven did not take no for an answer. Somehow, she knew she could trust him. The real qu...
Minerva looked from one man to the other in disbelief. It was obvious to her that "Dwight" really wasn't Dwight. For one thing, the thing that looked like Dwight was moving jerkily whereas Dwight's movements were always fluid to the point of being graceful. Secondly, even from where she sat, she could feel the wrongness that came from him, the house even see...
As I saw Cheryl's legs begin to quiver, I thought not for the first time, that this might not be a good idea. Though it was far too late to do anything about it now. After all, I was fastened motionless to a chair with a ball gag in my mouth. Whether or not my wife survived this night was totally out of my control. I watched helplessly as Mwenga pounded his...
As we went down a long hall, motion lighting and music came on. "Time bomb" slowly beat onto speakers I knew I'd never see. Sebastian turned left before the end of the hall, set me to my feet in the middle of the room, then bid his guests to sit on the oversized black leather corner sofa. They had plenty of room. The ends of the sofa were maybe ten feet away...
Colonel James "Mack" MacKinnon reclined comfortably in his office chair behind his desk, a cigar in one hand, and a television remote in the other. His office was large, but had a sparse simplicity to it. There was very little furniture in the large office other than his heavy oak desk, and two leather chairs for guests to sit across from him. On the walls o...
Hello all. Let me first say 'thank you' for all the wonderful feedback on the first two chapters of the story. I really appreciate everyone who took the time to read, rate and comment on Shayna's story so far. Also, I must apologize for not updating sooner. Work, my hubby, and our three kids have a way of sucking up my time. Luckily I've found a way to carve...
by UrsusMajr and PapaWereBear (Note to Reader: This is the sequel to Becoming the Bear. Although the two stories can stand alone, they are linked; some things in this story refer to events and characters in the earlier one. You may wish to read that one first. This is (obviously) a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. As in our other...
Sebastian noticed his loneliness for the first time on a Tuesday morning at 9:17 in the doughnut shop across the street from his apartment building. Until then, he never particularly cared about other people. Not to say he was a misanthrope or that he actively avoided contact with anyone. Instead, he simply found the most enjoyable path of life to be one whe...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 23 As I was walking back from the café the next morning, Sebastian called me over and asked me if I was free the next day. I said that I was from late morning on so he told me that he and a coupl...
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