Read my bio if you haven't before you read this story! Hope you enjoy! The prince dropped down into the dungeon. He had made it past the wall of thorns, the living forest, and the giant spider and fought off the ogres and trolls that stood in his way in the quest to save the princess, his fiancé. Princess Flora, along with the royal family, had been captu...
Enchanted Twelve: Mandy and Millay Ch. 3 By Deathlynx Prince Beryl virtually cowered in the corner of the clearing. It wasn't that he was truly afraid of prince Jerov, simply that it was much easier to deal with the smaller man's temper by simply avoiding it. Too often, the target of man's rage became a person who crossed his path rather than the one who ca...
"I have come, my pretty, and I bring you—GWENDOLYN!" Cordelia, feared sorceress, scourge of Nilfton, Bringer of Fire, and proud member of the International Union for Wicked Witches, Evil Uncles, Treacherous Viziers and Butlers Who Did It, stared transfixed at the sight before her: her captive, the lovely Princess Gwendolyn Mere lounging around in her ivory...
Hi, there. Man do I have a story to share with you. My name is Kasik Malob. I am a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man of the Kazonga Tribe. Living in rural South Africa. I run a rather large farm and the many women who work there. Man's word is law in my world. Life couldn't be better, simply put. I'm making a lot of money while keeping them bitch...
You were once a warrior. Feared throughout the seven kingdoms, known for your ferocity and undying determination to protect your people. On the outskirts of Athaindore, in the great plains to the west was where your people lived. Wild men, beasts, barbarians, these are what the seven kingdoms called you, they believed you where a backward nation; never advan...
“We need your help,” she pleaded. Your eyes sweep over the young, widowed queen. Golden hair falls to her waist and a thick white silk dress covers her buxom frame. Blue eyes, filled with desperation meet yours, as she takes in your wandering eyes. The dress falls all the way to the ground, covering up long, soft legs, just a hint of a belly, an impressive a...
Still together, forty-one years later, this story has the same cast as Naked Ground School. Like that story it was an entry in a 1000 word short story contest. All Pseudonyms have been changed to protect the deviant. *** As I stood there among the tall Comozo Palms growing strong from the broken rocks at the lakeshore, I was drinking a cup of coffee, watc...
Standing over the body of Prince Khaled, General Abel raised his head to the heavens, arms wide and howled a cry of triumph which reverberated throughout the palace. Although not a large man, General Khaled had about him an air of quiet authority which hinted at ferocious inner strength. Five feet nine inches tall, slender and dark-skinned, clad in a suit of...
Prince Oliver skipped through the castle garden. He loved the green and the flowers. He was nineteen and yet to be married. In truth his parents had coddled him as a boy. He knew his numbers and letters. He knew how to run a castle and a kingdom. On paper anyway. But he would never be a warlord. Never be a brave leader of men on the battlefield. His gold...
Brigitte didn't know whether it was light or dark outside, and it really didn't matter. It was dark in her stall; the only light she saw was the pale flickering of a candle in the brief seconds it took for the burly orcs to switch out. Her neck ached, and with her collar locked to the wooden beam just below her chin she couldn't stretch it for some relief. T...