Getting out of the car, Herb looked at the house and whistled. "Are you sure this dame's not a real witch?" he said.
Herb's wife shushed him. "What kind of a question is that?"
"A good one. Just look at this place."
The old iron gate around the property's dying lawn creaked when he pushed on it, and a winding path of broken stones led up to the tall, dark house with Gothic turrets and staring windows. You'd basically have to be a witch to move in here, he thought. The realtor was probably even running some kind of witch special: "Extra large broom closets, new cauldron included with down payment," that kind of thing.
Herb's wife tsked at the overgrown flower beds as they approached the front door. "This looks so unhealthy," she said. "You don't think Willie caught anything while he was here? From fleas or something?"
Herb thought it was more likely that fleas would get sick from biting their son than the other way around, but said nothing. When he
Dayen wasn't sure why he had been chosen as the high shaman for the clan on the day of the winter solstice. He was the youngest shaman in the clan, but old Wored had been too tired to perform the rite and had pointed silently to Dayen as his replacement. It was even more worrying that the signs hadn't been good. And now this.He dressed carefully on the morning of the equinox ceremony, putting on the golden shaman's torque with reverence, and wondered again what the chiefs were thinking to demand a virgin sacrifice. It was true that the winter had been hard, colder than normal, and the clan's food stores were low with a bad augury for the coming season, but they'd been in worse places before within Dayen's own memory, and the chiefs hadn't demanded the rite. Wored had said nothing at the meeting, merely staring into the fire with his heaviest brat around his shoulders. Cord had looked Dayen in the eye when he had pronounced the virgin to be given: Mala.Mala was outcla
Percival's POVSomehow my kingdom had been spared the onslaught of the League of Villainesses. But I knew that would not last forever, thus I called her to our world, to see if a truce could be made before any of my people would suffer.I knew she had arrived not through our meeting but by word spreading through the capital. The witch had taken residence in the most lavish inn, getting all of the rooms to herself. How... I did not know. For all her infamy I was yet to meet her. The fact wasn't something that brought me any kind of distress mind you, but it did speak volumes about her, and every little piece of help was needed. She has arrived... and played her hand already.She wanted me to come to her, so that she could make me wait. In front of my people. MY people. Well, she can get comfy at the inn, I had other duties to attend to. It was inevitable that we would meet at some point. She on the other hand would waste here time here.That was the plan u
Percival looked at Camilla and said,” Fire?”“Yes…fire…isn’t it a beautiful thing?” asked Camilla oblivious to the fact that Percival was scared for the first time in a number of years. He did not even understand that how was it possible for the Priestess had told that she was a necromancer and her capability lay in life and death. Not that it was something that should be taken lightly but at the least he knew that it did not harm him in any way at all.“How did you learn how to do that?” asked Percival trying to keep his voice as much level as possible.“You taught me how to do that,” said Camilla as she looked at him with a smile. The fire had kept her mesmerized as if it was a new toy and she was smiling like she was so interested in the fire.“But I stay far away from fire as long as I can, Camilla. I mean, you know that I am undead right? How can you say that I am the one who t
Michelle panicked, struggling against the chairs restraining cuffs. The stop button forgotten for now as she fought wildly.Consciousness slowly returned to Constance. She was still locked within the stocks with chains on her feet, the ruined remains of her dress on the ground around her. Her tortured back burnt like fire from the whipping and the crowd had moved off.Some children played nearby. She tried to beg water from them but her mouth would not form words. An iron bit wrapped in raw-hide had been placed into her mouth while unconscious and secured behind her head. She could do little but whimper in misery as the straps securing the bit were well out of her limited reach.The children noticed her renewed struggles and came over circling her. Constance was only eighteen and only slightly older than some of them. She had run and played with them only last week. Several of the younger ones took up switches and began to sting her bare legs and backside. Just
Around her the inferno raged and rose higher, engulfing the edge of her skirt, singing her long cardinal hair; she closed her eyes and fought back tears and focused her mind on his image.She remembered the day she first laid eyes on the demon that had caused her to forfeit her life, body, and soul. He had seemed a man like any other set apart only by his regal bearing and piercing eyes. His black leather boots were caked with dust from the road and despite the blistering heat he wore a black jacket over his crisp white shirt and had shed not a drop of sweat.His hair shone like a raven's wing in the sun and fell in a cascade of curls bound by a single black satin ribbon down his back. His eyes were pools of warm chocolate that had the tiniest flecks of gold and amber shining in their depths. His mouth was strong and sensual as it curved in to a smile when his eyes fell upon her in the field. His skin shone with a golden gleam that was accentuated by the stark whitenes
Several hours later, Bida sat nervously reading her mother's journal trying desperately to concentrate on the words. Finally she heard Samael's voice calling her, she rushed outside to greet him, but he wasn't there. Puzzled she stood outside a moment longer before spotting him trudging towards her with a heavy pack on his back."What on earth do you have in that pack?", she called to Samael, "What took you so long? I missed you." Her cheeks flamed as she realized what she had just said. Samael rushed up to her, grabbed her round her waist, and spun her around while holding her close."You missed me, did you?" he rasped in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Gently he set her back on her feet, "Let's go inside, I have something for you."Reluctantly, Bida stepped away from him clearly disappointed to break contact with his warm firm body. Once they were inside, Samael took Bida's hand and gently guided her to a chair by the fire."Close your eyes," h
Slowly Bida massaged his thighs through his pants, pulling her mouth away from his skin she whispered hoarsely into the curve of his ear. "Samael my dearest why are you still wearing these?"Her deft fingers moved to the button at the top of his pants before Samael caught both of her wrists in the palm of his big hand.He wagged a finger in front of her, "No, my darling, not yet, I want to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life. " Firmly he pushed Bida flat on her back deep into her mattress."Put your hands above your head and don't move them." his voice was very compelling as she felt herself grab her wrists with the opposite hand. Samael ran a hand over her eyes and whispered in a deep rumbling voice."Close your eyes and trust me, Bida." Bida squeezed her eyes shut a smile playing on her lips. Samael surveyed the beauty laid out before him, before reaching down and ripping the rest of her nightgown off her body. Shivers ran down Bida's
Gingerly Samael spread her thighs with one hand while the other teased her tender rose-colored pebble that topped her creamy globe. A breathy cry escaped Bida's swollen lips as sharp jolts of pleasure raced through her body. Kissing slowly Samael traced a tantalizing trail down Bida's graceful neck to the curve of her shoulder before dropping butterfly light kisses between the valley of her chest and onto the pert creaminess of her bosom. His long fingers gently probed her nether petals brushing her most sensitive part in an artful carelessness, while his other hand roughly pulled and rolled her turgid pink flesh between his fingers. Gasping Bida snaked her hand down to cradle his head and tangled her fingers in his inky tresses, gently she tried to guide his warm mouth to the other aching pebble desperate for some relief from the throbbing he had awaken in her.Samael disentangled Bida's delicate hand from his mane of jet and grabbed her wrist. Growling through clenched teet
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