“Are you telling me that I am not welcome in your house? Or do you mean that you do not wish me to improve our relationships between us when there is a chance that we might learn something about each other which will help us in the long run,” said Percival with his brow raised. He was not even bothered about the reaction of the wolves. He knew that they could not touch him for just talking to them and asking them to look at a woman in distress, if that was what it is. But it did not smell normal.
With the potion of strength that he had taken today, his speed and agility and lot other factors were enhanced which he would definitely need but his senses were all whacked up. And he needed to see for himself what nonsense was going on here.
Percival had long received reports that Master had a taste for human women whom he brought from the slave auctions which were illegally held once in three months. The places of these auctions kept on changing and that was the
The humid air of Georgia condensed on my window. I eyed the thin line of magic that lingered constantly a foot away from my property line. It was a very small and insignificant vigil. A simple thing, an alert, for when someone enters the property. My body tensed and shivered, my fears was pungent, intensified by the lack of the lack of any protection around the house.The house was a beautiful whitewashed charming Victorian, a spectacular piece of history. I however, did not select it for its historic charm, but for more pragmatic reasons. Old houses tended to have older energies, while the aged wood already possessed a base of malleable magic. The only thing that prevented me from laying down proper protections was simply the due to the nature of my powers.My move, had unfortunately left my few belongings isolated, allowing the barren walls to heighten my loneliness. This unfortunately, was brushed aside by the whims of my stomach. It rumbled, protesting, in
When Percival looked at the wolves accumulating outside the pack house he knew that they had no plans of letting him out tonight. But he knew that whatever thing that was making that kind of noise was going to be out of that place tonight itself. So he did not wait any longer.Percival rushed in the direction of the noise and he was in such a speed that the wolves could not even understand what was happening and before they could track his movement he was breaking down the door of going inside the pack house. Percival could hear the howling of the wolves. He knew that they were calling upon their compatriots and others who would be patrolling the borders but he did not care. He needed to get that creature out.His senses told him that something was desperately wrong and he was here to right that wrong. If destiny was giving him that privilege then he was definitely not going to be the one who would say no to it in answer.He broke down another door of a room wha
Camilla and her friend Julie were spending Sunday afternoon wandering around in old downtown. Most of the buildings in the area dated back to the late 1800's. On this brisk and dreary early autumn day they looked every bit of their age."Want to go in here?" Julie asked.Camilla looked up at the building they were standing in front of. It was three stories high and made out of gray stone. She couldn't tell what its original purpose was. The sign on the front claimed it was a flea market."I don't know," Camilla hesitated. Something about the building gave her the creeps. From what she could see through the window she suspected it might actually have fleas."Oh, come on." Julie grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside."Hello, girls." They were greeted by an elderly woman with silvery hair. She looked pleasant, but at the same time eyed them suspiciously."Hello." Camilla replied. She was used to people looking at her that way and didn't
Toth wondeCamilla that himself. He did not understand what was different about this one. She intrigued him.Toth answeCamilla, "That is none of your concern. Release her."The creature scoffed. "Fuck off." His mouth drew much closer to Camilla's exposed neck. His intentions toward her were apparent.Camilla could feel his decayed icy breath against her flesh. The claw that was around her waist moved up against her right breast. As fear overwhelmed her, she felt disoriented. She no longer felt like herself.Suddenly, the creature pulled away."Filthy wench, you're no human." He growled in disgust as he pushed her away.Camilla stumbled towards Toth. She a felt a strange sense of power overtake her. She turned to face the creature, her own eyes gleaming with rage."No," she confidently said, "I'm not. Touch me again and I will destroy you.""Witch." The creature mutteCamilla as he vanished into the night.Camilla turned ag
She stands at the edge of the cliff looking down, and her dark, blue eyes sparkle as she looks over the ocean. She never could forget this one spot, could never push it out of her mind. She dreamt of it too often, and now, as if by magic, she was standing there looking over the ocean lit up by the light of the full moon. This kind of Friday night doesn't come around often. The wind rustles her raven black hair, and an evil smile forms on her beautiful face. She knew what to do. Now the question was, how was she going to do it? She looks up at the sky. It's clear, not a cloud in sight with every single star visible. Her dark hair made her skin even more pale, and her full lips even more red. Anya sat down carefully so as not to fall over, and her eyes never left the ocean. The night was warm for early April, but for her, it was always cold. She couldn't remember the last time she felt warm...or loved. Lost deep in thought, she hadn't realized that most of the night had slipped away.
A blissful sigh escaped her as sunk into the welcoming warmth of her bed, letting sleep overtake her.She moaned in her sleep as the cool hand slid up her thigh, a thumb teasing the soft inner flesh as it came to rest mere inches from her panties. She imagined she felt the bed shift, a cool hand brushing back the soft tendrils from the side of her neck as he leaned over her to breath in the scent of her skin."You smell like violets," he whispered as his mouth gently closed over her lobe.She moaned, unable to resist him in her dreams, turning her head as her mouth sought his. She whimpered as his lips settled softly over hers. The kiss was tender, gentle. Her arms slipped up over his shoulders, drawing him closer, loving the feel of her breasts crushed against his solid chest.She arched, her body quivering as his hand slipped up under her shirt to cup her warm breast, a thumb brushing over the taut peak. "Oh."Her eyes had barely closed before sl
Percival’s MemoryThe warrior spurred his horse and leaned forward, drawing back his curved sword and roaring out a challenge to the castle guards. Steel flashed in the sunlight, catching the bloody rays of sunset as the guards stepped out onto the packed earth of the courtyard.The warrior was good - and his horse was a fighter, too. The huge mount wheeled and turned, dodging pikes and sword tips easily as his rider dealt death from above. Horse and rider were seasoned veterans, survivors - victors - both successful practitioners of a profession that punished mistakes harshly.The castle guards did the best they could, but the battle was lopsided from the start. Unmounted and out of shape, the best they could hope for was to overwhelm the warrior by sheer force of numbers. Time and again, one or another of them would set a pike or lunge for the horse's belly to disembowel it and unseat the rider, only to have the monstrous beast read their minds a
If malevolence had the power to manifest itself in stone and mortar, then Rag Castle was its purest embodiment. It bespoke, with its sombre grey walls and stagnant putrid moat, a clear warning to stay away -- or else. A warning that seemed to have prevailed upon the wildlife of the area to perform a mass exodus many years ago. Doom-laden and desolate, its enormous bulk cast a pall of deep unease upon the land.As Malone and Abigail drove across the drawbridge into the courtyard their first impressions were radically different.Malone felt pleased with himself for having discovered such an abysmal pile, and was looking forward to exploring the interior.Abigail felt violated. She had the oddest sensation that someone had just probed a finger into her vagina and was exploring her insides. She wriggled involuntarily and experienced a sudden uprush of tearful emotion. Her head felt hot and vague, and then icily cold and unpleasantly clear. Vivid tableaux of medieval
Her father was not home when Alison arrived, which for once she was grateful for. She was in desperate need of some quiet time to contemplate what just happened. Not even bothering to go inside the house, she took the small stone pathway that twisted around the back of the main house and headed straight for the gardens. She loved her father's garden. Tall green hedges sectioned off different areas that all had their own unique theme. Her favorite section was the lily section and whenever she visited she made sure to stop by and take a nap on the cushioned bench that was found there. It was luxuriously relaxing to simply lay there and breathe in the scent of flowers and fresh air.Today, however, her mind was in a whirl and even meditating on her favorite bench didn't seem to be helping. The men she overheard in that room wanted to keep her around for whatever they were planning, but what was it and how did she fit into that plan? She felt incredibly vulnerable and wished that
Braden had not been able to sleep that night. Thinking about Alison facing the king made him feel like he was just punched in the stomach. He was well aware of the interest that Medeas had in Alison's work, and he knew for a fact that the king had not just recently taken interest in the biomagical field. In fact, it had been about two and a half years since the king first heard about it. Whether Alison knew it or not she was about to be horribly exploited, and unfortunately there was nothing Braden could do to stop it. He had been called to the capital earlier in the week so that he could be told to his face that if he warned her at all he would never see the end of their harassment. This arrangement was the reason he had never pursued Alison before, but eventually he just couldn't take it anymore and he had to be with her.He had been instantly smitten with Alison the very first day they worked together. While she was classically beautiful, she also had a penchant for making
So early Saturday morning had found Braden and Alison standing in an empty field that was surrounded by trees and sectioned off from the rest of the nature reserve that was near Braden's apartment. They had decided to spend the night with each other because Braden's lack of control over Fire made it too risky for him to stay by himself. That, and the intense fear they had felt earlier had them both hesitant to leave the other's side.The morning began with them taking turns walking each other through the basics of their elements. They quickly discovered that they had all the abilities of advanced Air and Fire elementals, most likely because Braden and Alison were each advanced in their own element and the stuff they were exposed to was extracts of their own magics. The problem facing them now was control. Braden could easily produce fire balls, but if he wasn't extremely careful they would grow too large in size and Alison would have to step in to contain it. Likewise, Alison
Alison woke to a weird sensation pooling around her back. It was both cool and hot at the same time and caused her skin to tingle. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Braden gloriously stretched out next to her. The image of Braden's naked chest immediately made her forget about the annoying sensation.We need to get moving; we can't stay on the floor all day long,she thought to herself with regret.Braden hugged her closer and slowly opened his eyes."mmm, I wish we could stay just like this all day. That would be spectacular." He said as he slowly stroked the skin of the thigh that was thrown over him."Yeah until the janitor comes to empty the trash and finds two naked people on the floor.""Ha, Steve could use a good pick me up. I hear he doesn't get much as home."Gross I never want to think about Steve having sex.."Even an guy like Steve deserves to get some lovin' every so of
"God that was fucking incredible." She said to herself after awhile. But while she wasn't expecting a response, she got one."I'm glad you thought so little one."Her eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice."Braden?""Yeah it's me Ali." His voice was raspy and husky sounding. She bolted out of her lab chair and began to pace back and forth in front of the desk."This is so embarrassing." She said meekly, looking down at the floor and playing with her fingernails. "I can't believe you just saw that." Even though she knew that Braden had been responsible for the air-induced orgasm, she was still embarrassed at being caught in such a position.Braden waited for her to pass by him again and then reach out for her arm, pulling her so that she stood in front of him. He ran his fingers along her temple before tucking a stray hair that had fallen from her pony-tail behind her ear."You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Y
To be a warrior, you must make friends with pain. It is a constant bedfellow who hung around just to say hello every so often. It lived as a reminder of the hazardous nature of the profession. It was a hazard that Aneesa knew about from a young age. The spirited woman was raised a fighter and proud warrior, one who shook off the occasional stabbing or attempt to decapitate her with a smile on her tanned face. In fact, she took pride in them, treating each scar as a new trophy to add to her collections of war stories. So Aneesa was no stranger to pain. Usually, she would grin and bear it, but this time it was different.The poor woman's arms hung over her head, extending slightly behind her as they were chained to a point on the ceiling. It was a slow-burning pain as she had been in that position for what felt like hours. The chain gave her no slack as she fought to keep her body upright, leaning forward would only tire her more. The bind that she got herself in was ingenious
Her eyes followed the red liquid as it flowed through the coiled plastic tubing and entered the glass collection beaker that was sitting on her laboratory table top. She needed 5 more milliliters of the stuff and then she could analyze its magical content and complete her thesis. Alison was a 24 year old master's student at the University of Sunderland and was apart of the first wave of bio-magical researchers that the kingdom of Sunderland had ever had. Wishing to stick to the traditional view that magic was a deep seated ability inseparable from the soul, most of the population refused to believe that there was a biological basis for their special abilities or that magic could be analyzed, quantified and experimentally manipulated.But Alison was about to prove them all wrong. The red liquid that was painstakingly dripping into the glass beaker was what she called Potion de feu, and was actually an extract of her own Fire magic. It had taken her four years to determine the
The Ancient lowered her cup."Of course, there is more to this particular tea ceremony than merely drinking tea," she whispered, her kimono parting to allow Taiju a quick glimpse of her spotted but seemingly firm brown breasts.Taiju suspected as much. That was the reason he had climbed for five brutal days through the unforgiving mountains to reach the witch's aerie. It was told that Ancient had uncovered the secret of life and death. Some said she was 200 years old. Others said 1000. Most people of course said she didn't exist. No one who returned had ever been able to find her.The deep creases surrounding her eyes seemed to twinkle as she pulled the kanzashi from her hair, spilling her silver tresses down her back."If you wish to gain eternal life, then we must drink each other," she whispered and shrugged her shoulders, spilling her silk kimono onto the floor. She stood, shameless before him in her nakedness.His eyes were drawn to the white
"Even if you do, you'll never make it out again. The others will tear you to pieces."Ean smiled grimly."That's my plan. Now let's go."They walked towards the mansion, Ean holding Adele in front of him. There was no one else in the garden, but as soon as they stepped inside the house they were noticed. Surprised shouts and yells of "Tenumago!" soon had them surrounded by vampires. Ean grinned at them."Come any closer and she's dead!"He pushed his claws in even deeper in her throat making blood trickle down her skin. The vampires backed away, knowing that he could tear her head off if he wanted to."Good. Now where's Percival?" he growled."Don't tell him!" Adele croaked."He's no match for Percival, Adele!" one vampire shouted. "In his office. Down that hall, last door on the right.""Much obliged. Now, all of you: get out!"The vampires hesitated, then did as they were told, reluctantly filing through the doo