In this story, all the hunters are older than 18. "Sorry Seaweed brain, but I think we should end this relationship here." It all begun with this simple phrase, she never told him why she wanted to dump him, she just did. When he asked why, she just said that he wouldn't understand before leaving like that, like everything they've been through didn...
It is 1897, the twenty-sixth of May. My name is Brialla Wren, and I know things about the world. Things that would leave the ordinary gentleman or lady afaint, things that would land me in Bedlam were I to merely speak of them aloud. Certainly, there are already rumors of the beasts that hunt the night - legends of the bestial loup-garou, whispers of the v...
~~Damien~~ He looked at the picture again, then put the phone away. Gulping, he pulled the phone out again, and looked at the picture. She was so beautiful, and fun, and joyful, and overwhelmingly sexual. The frizzy red hair, bouncy and big, her soft face and pale skin, her golden eyes, it was all gorgeous. Of course, she knew she had large breasts, and in...
It was over. Sunlight poured down, overwhelmingly bright after the darkness. There was an unnatural silence that chilled even his soul. No sounds of traffic, no babbling of school children, running in packs, only the wind. He walked through the bodies, strewn where they had been overcome. Their deaths had been horrible ordeals of screaming and convulsions....
The year is 1692 and pirates sailed the high seas pretty much all over the world. The most feared was Mackenzie Burrows, one of the few female pirates in existence. Nobody knew exactly what she looked like just from word of mouth and a few drawings that were fairly accurate. She sailed aboard the ship named Purple Death. The ship was coloured purple on the o...
This one's a little darker. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf for the edits. ---------- Gasp. Shriek. Vermilion rivulets. Spasm, twitch. Still. ---------- Rending flesh makes a distinctive sound. It's hard to describe. Like ripping apart your roast chicken. But wetter. The grind of straining cartilage, the snap of bone. The ragged, frantic tea...
Chapter 02: The Picnic Dappled light filtered through the patterned net curtains, drifted down onto the two slumbering forms underneath the blankets. Gentle warmth filled the room, Mattie's eyes drifted open and it took her a moment to remember where she was. The unfamiliar four posted bed gave her pause for a moment until a figure stirring beside her made...
CHAPTER 44 I pulled open the door to the bar and immediately saw Taurin sitting at a raised circular table across the way. He was talking to Severin, an Ice Dweller I met at this bar. They both had beer glasses in front of them. He didn't look around as he talked in my mind. 'Come to me?' My anger dissipated and my insides turn soft as I walked to him, 'Y...
All characters in the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons – either living or deceased – is coincidental on the part of the Author. Furthermore, as the body of the following fiction involves graphic depictions of sexual activity AND violence all characters, unless otherwise noted, are written as being of the majority age of eighteen...
A foot nudged Michael awake. A foot that was attached to a very cranky voice. "Get up. Sleeping out under the stars like a child. Be grateful it is still warm." Nizhoni nudged him again. "Come on. Its nearly dawn. Get up!" Michael groaned and rolled away from the offending foot. He sat up and shook his head, trying to clear it from the fog of sleep. He l...