Full Synopsis: Ingrid Penhurst has received the worst punishment that can be bestowed upon a witch, bar to be burnt alive at the stake. She has been Forsaken from her Coven, and it is entirely by choice. Headstrong and gifted, she will take no part in her Aunt's bloodthirsty schemes and plans of igniting war against the lycans. Instead she spends her ti...
As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental (although it is inspired by an overheard conversation of two lovely young goths in a bar). The characters exist only within my imagination. This is a change of pace for me...if it gets a good response, I'll follow through with the sequel. Apologies are o...
Chapter Ten Someone familiar was walking under the awning towards me. It took a moment but I realized it was Valerius, the Roman I'd seen when Alessandra took me back through centuries to the accord. He still looked like he was thirty, but his hair wasn't brutally short, and he wore jeans and an open Hawaiian shirt. I stopped and stared as did he. "You ha...
Mystic caster just turned twenty one, she was as beautiful as her mother and had her fathers intelligence, the powers of her parents, grand parents and ancestors, she would practice with the young male warriors who had trouble concentrating on their abilities because of her beauty and her body. She would wear a pair of black tight stretch pants, a white top...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * We were running late. We had intended to m...
If you still insist, I will proceed...as you wish. I shall tell you, then, what I can remember of that terrifying night when I witnessed the witches' sabbath, scattered and fragmented though my memories are by the sheer filth of the deeds I witnessed... I remember the blonde witch, kneeling before the dog-demon as he held her by a fistful of her golden hair...
Living so close to Salem, MA, USA, famous for it's witch trials and executions in 1692 and 1693, some guys I knew were intrigued by the idea of re-creating the trials and examinations, if not the executions, in our own backyard. In practice this meant the backyard of the Harrington's estate next door, it being possessed of lots of space and assorted out buil...
My name is Matilda, and I used to be a fairy. A long time ago my people were many. We were small, beautiful, full of magic, and generally good people. But not all of us were good. Not all of us were fairies. Some of us changed when we became angry. It took a lot of anger for it to happen, but if we became angry enough a fairy would transform into an ugly rag...
Friday, September 13, 2013 was not like any other day for Attorney Robert Hall. Not his typical, long day, Attorney Robert Hall left the Salem, Massachusetts, district courthouse at 11am in the morning for home. Unable to focus, rather than make a mistake, he left the courthouse. Always suspicious but not usually superstitious being that he's above all of t...
*** I'm back with a new series. This one has been completely written and I will be submitting in weekly intervals. It is about pirates in a fantasy world and contains scenes of graphic, reluctant sex and exhibitionism/voyeurism. I am submitting it in Sci-Fi/Fantasy, so here is your warning about the nature of the sexual situations. Of course all characte...