Elwan sensed that he neared the witch's lair, he could feel the hair on his arms crawl against his skin. The deathly quite this deep in the forest made the beating of his heart deafening in his ears. The trees stood towering above him like solemn giants, their branches wove together to form a dense ceiling high above allowing very little light to reach the...
There he hung, all those long painful years. There he hung, planning his revenge and waiting for this Halloween night, this very night to have his sweet revenge. The scarecrow had been placed in the field years earlier, made of all the things scarecrows normally are: a burlap bag for a head with buttons as eyes and stitching for a mouth, old farm clothes, a...
Alice awoke in a warm fluffy bed, as if the mattress was made of feathers and cotton balls (which most likely they were). The aroma of old wood and cinnamon lingered in the air and Alice slowly but surely came too from her sleep. Rubbing her thighs together she could tell she was still in her nylons and her tea party attire. The gown felt comfy against her...
He wouldn't let this witch control him, he had enough of being a slave when he was first reborn. He would show this witch that she didn't control him. The rush from her magical blood burned through his body, he knew all the warnings. Never take any blood from a witch, especially powerful witches or they could enslave you with the promise of more power laden...
Quick Author Note! This series is going to get pretty weird so it might not be everyone's cup of tea. I'll put specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter. ***** "You really are a bother, you know that?" she murmured. The witch glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her hand was in front of her, lightly tapping along a series of jars and pouches sea...
"This needs to end," Stated Ghoen as she scrubbed away the remaining blood. Marenda had bunched herself into a corner and was biting her own knuckles. She made no sign of comprehension at the orc's words. The orc had returned an hour prior ready to rage her resignation at her bizarre client, collect her belongings and slam the door on her way out. Instead,...
A follow up to Hearth Witch, this contains more absurdly huge boobs. So if that is something you are not into, this probably is not for you. ***** Krys moved the boulder aside with a flick of her wrist, allowing her and Siteri to access the secret entrance to the fortress which protected the pass into the holy city of Vandrei. It had been two weeks since h...
Hannah was dead. Jack could tell because he'd heard the wicked witch chanting right before his older sister had sank first to her knees, then to all fours and finally slumped over. Blood oozed from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears pooling beneath her face. She wasn't moving, not even a little. She had to be dead. Jack hoped. He didn't want to think about her...
Companies of heroic soldiers advanced, clashing with wild bands of Orcish defenders, driving toward the battlements across a rock-strewn field. Iron pierced flesh, splintered bones and spilled blood on dry cracked earth; cries of triumph mixed with anguished screams of death, and flashes of sinister magic lit the very air afire. The brave soldiers advanced;...
A soft-spoken word, a flash of flame, a single candle was lit. The pale circle of light showed three women, all robed in black. They moved about the circle, lighting candles as they went. One at each cardinal point, they called to the elements. The three witches moved with a comfortable ease with each other, calling up power from the earth. They had practice...