Author's Note: This story contains horny werewolves, breeding, and more. All characters are 18 or older, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. It is not necessary to have read the previous installments in this series, however, doing so may give you some background on repeat characters. © WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to...
*Warning: This story contains gay content in a fantasy world. Any negative comments about the main characters sexual orientation will be deleted.* ----- This wasn't a place I wanted to be. One this side of the war. We were losing. Actually, I'm pretty sure that we had lost. My father had received word that the last of our defenses had failed. The Sygrians...
Melody pulls up at her parent's house after a night out. Her date did not go very well. Her big brother came home it seems for the weekend from college and brought friends. There are cars everywhere. Melody parks down the street and walks up to her front door and goes in. She was expecting loud music, drinking and who knows what else. The scene that presents...
"And this is the room where the Marquess of Margrave spent the last twenty years of his life," the tour guide was saying. Cynara followed the small group of tourists, listening to the explanation of Margrave Manor with passing interest. Cynara had come to England to visit her grandmother, but was surprised when instead of spending time with her daughter's d...
It was the summer of 1988, I had turned 18 in the spring, and recently graduated from High School. For years my older brothers best friend Troy had been coming over. We would play Dungeons and Dragons as a group until the early hours of the morning, or sit and watch movies together. I was interested in Troy, and for more than just a friend. I had hoped tha...
Hi everyone, Happy New Year and thank you for leaving comments and voting. Really enjoy reading them, great working tool as well. Special thanks to my fantastic editor, Maximguy, you're a writers best friend. Without further ado here is Chapter 4 __________________________________ Practice dragged horribly for Josh. All he could think about was the tur...
When winter fell into spring in the year 1137, I was in Bordeaux—an unwilling ward of the Archbishop while my father went on pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Bordeaux was a thoroughly unimpressive metropolis. My sister Petronilla—two years younger than me at sixteen—and I spent our days in languorous confinement in the Archbishop's chambers, reading, si...
He was a friend of her brother's. Out to dinner with a large group of his friends only a few hours after her flight had landed in Prague, feeling overwhelmed and peevish, she'd shifted in her seat and their knees had touched. There had been hastily mumbled apologies from both sides, a shared laugh at the over-politeness of it all and then he'd struck up a co...
At first glance, it didn't look as if the brothers spent a lot of time together, especially when it came to dinner. But as they all sat down to take their seats at the table, Alauria noticed the familiarity and routine the men seemed to have. Charisma was in control of the kitchen, cooking dishes Alauria had only seen in high class magazines. Jameson dutiful...
Two notes and a recap. Daisy is a nickname for Siobhan. Siobhan is an Irish name pronounced Shivahn. Like his mother, Alistair is multilingual and has a facility for languages. Most dialogue in Mexico is in Spanish. Earlier in the story we learned that Alistair is the son of a Nephilim and, therefore the grandchild of an angel. He is aware of his parentage,...