The world in which this story is based and the terminology used is the intellectual property of Bethesda, this is a bit of Elder Scrolls fanfic type fun with a were twist. You can also safely assume that anyone doing anything 'untoward' is of legal age...ect. Now that that's out of the way...enjoy! Oh, and comments of all creeds and colors are seriously lik...
He stood in the shadows, watching three men playing poker at the only furnishing in the large, open chamber of the warehouse; an old, scuffed folding table. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the battle he would have to fight, not one of weapons, save for his ability to persuade. The men, Hunters like himself, were his friends, had been for nearly...
CHAPTER 15 I tried to talk to Lin again. She denied me. Big surprise there. We knew that Kiesh was in Seattle though. Nice to have a demon relatively nearby. Not nice for the locals. I counted on Taurin to fill me in with details, they were historic and gory. He really did like to gab. A lot more than Ezra. What I found out was that Kiesh was what demons c...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the...
5. She gazed absently around the Hall, her chin resting in one hand, elbow on the heavy table linen. The cavernous walls sparkled in the light still, but the space was quite transformed from the empty echoing cavern she had glimpsed on her tour with Ethan when she first arrived in Pantheon. If anything, it was more magnificent. Laughter and chatter filled...
~~Damien~~ One of the hunters came out of the shadows. He recognized this one. A woman, short, thick with muscle, and with a shotgun in her hand. "... you're dead," Damien said. "You were one of the hunters killed in the chaos, in the—" "In Sándor's chamber, yeah." She came closer, tilted her head, and showed them her neck. There was a giant scar where an...
~~Jack~~ Thank god. Thank. Fucking. God. He breathed in the smell of her, and chuckled between his sobs. She was undead, like him, but he could still smell a bit of her, the old her, the living her, the person he grew up with, the person who raised him. Memories crashed into him, him sitting on the couch with her watching movies, waiting at the table while...
Book One (1895-1900) The Beginnings of the Promise Look! Sons are an inheritance from Jehovah; the fruitage of the belly is a reward. Wise King, Solomon (Psalms 127:3) August 1895 RELIEVED, the young man stood up and quickly repaired his clothes, all the time scanning the bushes around him with narrow-eyed intensity. Stopping to ease himself was an...
Six years ago... It was almost midnight. Brad and Ritchie had already retreated to their tents; Anthony was alone. Aside from the chirping of crickets and the crackle of his campfire, it was quiet. The pale light of the moon danced eerily on the ripples of the lake. He sat calmly in front of the fire, gazing out around the darkness of the woods. She was ou...
This is a story I wrote a while ago, under another pen name. This is all there is at the moment, and you won't find any steam in this bit, but you can guess where it's heading. It's Urban Fantasy with some fairly unusual characters and background. I personally like it but it hasn't raised much interest on another website I publish on, maybe because it doesn'...