Greetings to those who may be reading this. I'm genuinely new to this entire writing scene, having only been reading stories on Literotica. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. All significant input is invited. Much obliged to you for taking the time to peruse this. In this story, the world and every one...
Hello Readers! It has been much too long since I last posted a story. I am so glad to be back. This is Part One of a Six-Part story. All six parts are written and will be posted in order. It takes place in the same universe as my "Sultanah" series, but you don't need to read any of that to understand this story (but you really should read it). Please, please...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, hurried to the hill where Vrika had said she would meet him. The invisibility potion had worn off only ten minutes or so after he had left the camp and he was grateful he'd been able to make it in time. But make it he had, and he clutched the two sceptres tightly as he jogged through the undergrowth. Soon he arrived...
Markus couldn't believe that just this afternoon he thought he had had everything in his grasp. He had brought home a mate that would allow him to challenge his father for leadership of the tribe and had planned to kill the witch Isabella to further show his strength. It would also get rid of a magical being, something he always feared, although he would nev...
CHAPTER 1 My plane was twice as old as me, and had come to the end of its days. I had nearly done the same, crashing in the jungle. Both me and the prof were battered, bruised and had some minor cuts, but had come off better than our plane. That was good. What was bad was that we did not know where the hell we were, except it wasn't in the valley we were s...
Even in my sleeping furs, the morning bit hard. The cold slithered through my clothes, biting at my skin, hardening my joints. It was time to move. All the cloth and hide in the world, I knew, made no substitute for warm blood. I sat up, wringing my mitten-clad hands to warm them. My legs shook as I stood. Taking up my fishing spear, I used it to nose open...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 2 - A Sister's Heart From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler As told by: Owen Nomrist Omega - The High Plain Centaur Tribe were farmers inhabiting the area of Levering south of Vantage. Walking there from Echo Basin should have taken 5 hours, but loaded down with 10 gryphon carcasses it took all day to make the trek. The walk...
Please email me with your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the time to email. This short story was written for a special person and I hope these fantasies excite and satisfy her. I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. After receiving this request from Mic...
In the year 1812 a group of Indians, whilst scouting near a forest found an unconscious black man. They saw that he was hurt, so they argued for a few moments, and then they decided to take him back to their tribe. They have now treated the man for four days, and still he has not fully come out of his unconscious state. But then on the fourth day. The bl...
As Zerthrie walks out of the tent, her slave met outside; it was obvious what happened there. Even though her brother was the chief of the tribe, he had to do what he did. Zerthrie-"That fucking cunt, he knows that when I get drunk, I can't control myself; it's his fault for not keeping a better eye on me." As she keeps talking, her words slowly fa...