Myrynda Torviir sat in her chamber, rocking back and forth and praying fervently. She was naked, clad only in sweat that caused her pristine white hair to cling to her long, shapely back. Tears streamed down her neck and she clutched an old, tarnished emblem in her hands so tightly that her palms had long since begun to bleed. The pounding at her door sounde...
Chapter 7 Six years earlier... Corec waved a serving girl over before taking a seat with the three other trainees. Before he could order, though, his friend Kevik stood. "It's on me this time," Kevik said. "It's your birthday." Corec nodded. "Thanks." Kevik ordered a round of ale while Trentin and Barat looked around, wide-eyed. It was the first time th...
Thank you for stopping by and checking out my story. It's the second story in this series. The game Overwatch figures into this tale, and although I usually try to avoid pinning my stories down to a specific time, this particular story is set around September to December 2017, and by the time it got published, some of the characters, abilities and powers h...
Author's note: This story and the ones to follow are set in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Credit goes to Games Workshop and their publication company The Black Library. The events of the story are my own, and though I'm no professional author, I hope I can do some justice to the characters. To anyone who has read the Horus Heresy novels, this takes plac...
CHAPTER ONE: A Strange Final "Maaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiik!" I groaned as I was jerked from a fantastic dream of being smothered to death by the class of 2019's best titties (Sarah Cornwick, if you were curious) by the shrill sound of my mother's voice screaming up the stairs. I twitched, writhed, then fell out of bed as she followed up my name with a hammering on...
Note: This chapter had several hindrances including me being sick for a week, receiving a cut on my eye (hurt like a bitch for a day and it's fine the next), and of course Christmas in which I find great Christmas joy in shooting carolers with super soakers. Otherwise, in lieu of a long wait, this chapter is several thousand words longer than I wished, but w...
Zhair'lo awoke to the ash grey skies of a cold pre-dawn, only vaguely remembering his telepathic conversation with Talla. It was Zia, after all, whose bed he shared. Curled up behind her, he eyed her naked body over her shoulder, her slim breasts gently rising and falling with each breath. The faint smell of sweat from the mandatory exertions of the night b...
Copyright PennameWombat May 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
Ashlasha, the tree of the grand banquet hall. It is the place where anyone may come to feast within its loving trunk or bathe in the sunlight on the canopy treetops. Young or old, impoverished or affluent, everyone climbs its roots to enjoy meals made from nature's wealth. It's where people come to celebrate, and where I go to work. Today, however, the hall...
***Much thanks to SleeperyJim for his outstanding work editing.*** ***** The ice cold water hit Ethan like... well, a bucket of ice cold water. "Get up boy!" a voice said. He snapped awake and leap out of bed. It took almost a second for him to get his bearings, and when he did he realized it was still dark outside. He had been sleeping in the trainee...