Red sped away in the car and thought that how could it be so easy to flee away from the place where she was being kept imprisoned. But then she heard the howl and she knew that the entire pack of wolves was going to come to find her. She knew that she had to run in some place where they were never going to find her. And even if they did find her then they would not dare to come and get her. She did not try to look back neither did she bother about the small clothes that she was wearing. She knew that if she went in the forest then that would cause a lot of problem for her since the ones that she was fleeing from were wolves.
However, the town, now that she knew that they would not come for her there in hordes. And that was two months ago. Since then, no one had bothered her and after telling her mother that she had gone to party and woken up three days later, everything was good enough to go back to normal. She remembered about the Wuvern Crest and the treasure that Veronica
“What is your name?” breathed the dragon as he looked at the woman. She looked familiar but somehow he did not recall where he had seen her the last time. All these years and time he had spent in captivity as a dragon he had gone through countless women and now all their faces had been blurred.“Red,” said Red in a whisper. And the dragon snorted.“What kind of name is that?” asked the dragon as the warm air that he let out of his nostrils and it tickled Red as she looked at him in such fear that she had never faced earlier in her life.“The kind of name that my father had for me before he knew that my mother would be pregnant with me. You can have problems with me but this is the basic courtesy that you need to know not to tell a girl things like that,” said Red and she looked at him dead in his huge eye. The dragon looked at him and said,” I have seen you elsewhere but for the sake of anything I cannot reme
Seth placed Red gently on another huge pile of gold and then looked at her earnestly and said,” You have no idea that how lonely it becomes after a few years. At first the loneliness is good and all this wealth and treasure, I know every single one of them. I know the story behind every gem and every gold coin in my collection and I keep on counting my gold and thinking about that but that also becomes a bit boring after a few millennia.”“Millenia?” Red squeaked at the word and then looked at the dragon who was watching her with amusement and said,” Lass if you hear the stories that I would say then you would never wish to leave this cave again. My name is Seth. That is the human name that I had been given by my human parents before I was born as a dragon. So you can call me that.”“You were a human?” asked Red in surprise and then she looked at him again and gulped and said,” Right. I am the one who is going to te
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 practiced together for many a year now and knew the feel of each other's gifts. One girl was a fair skinned lass with thick red head. She lit the candle of south, a welling passion of thought and lust. The girl of water was paler still and had dark hair, long and curled. The third was of earth, long raven black hair, the skin a deep caramel, eyes near gold. They all lit the candle of east, of air and of knowledge. The candles of the altar burned merrily. The called to the moon and to the gods. The air smelled of the pined forest, faintly of the sandalwood smoking in the censer. The noises of the night animals sound softly around them.
Red’s POVIt's hard to wake up first thing in the morning... Let alone with a fuzzy head and a hangover. I rolled over and looked for my glasses, they weren't there. Grumbling, and with a very full bladder, I sat up and looked around.. Got to find them damn glasses I thought, as the world came into focus. While this wasn't the first time I'd lost my glasses, I was sure that this was the first time I had seen this room.The only light came from a fireplace on the other side... Well, it looked like a fireplace, I think. Several large stones surrounded burning coals, and a few lit logs. A tripod and cauldron were set up and good food smells were coming from within.Uh oh, I'm in trouble. I was in a very large room, looked like stone for the most part... Nothing modern in sight, and above all no glasses. The bed I was in was on the floor, and still quite warm from my body heat. I covered back up, as I could see my breath in the air. Good thing I did because I
Eva wished she had set out for home earlier. It wasn't just that it was getting cold, it was that the light was already fading. She usually enjoyed walking home alone in the dark, even through the wood near the village, but tonight wasn't any night. Tonight was a full moon. She didn't know if she did believe in werewolves or if she didn't believe. It wasn't as if she had ever seen one, or if anyone she knew had seen one. There were stories though -- not legends or myths from long past -- stories that were better called rumours. Lambs attacked, animals half glimpsed in the dark when the moon was full.If vampires existed then why not werewolves? And vampires did exist. The stories of vampire hunters were very real and a girl had been attacked just two years ago right in her own village. The mensfolk had gone together with a vampire hunter leading them and had tracked the vampire down and put a stake through its heart. There were no more attacks after that. Vampires did exist.
Eva woke from her dream again. It took her a few seconds to work out that it had been a dream. It was the one that she was having most nights. About being ravaged by the werewolf. About it having its lustful way with her, using her body for its own pleasure. In her dreams she unleashed what was inside her and fucked the werewolf in return. The dreams were vivid but were still nothing compared to the memory of the night of the full moon.Then again, during the day she became unsure of herself. She felt disconnected from everyone in the village. She had stepped over a boundary and none of them could understand. In fact if they found out she was sure that they would cast her out of the village and there would be no-one who would stand up for her. Maybe that wasn't true. There was one person who had always understood her. Conor the blacksmith had known her for years - she loved to call in to see animals when she got her first job in the village. He had always treated her as a per
Red' POVRunning through the woods I can barely see 50 ft. in front of me for the fog, but I can hear his heaving breaths and the thuds of his paws on the frosty earth behind me getting closer and closer. I run in a blind panic, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide where I will be safe.The frosted path in front of me glistens white and hard, lined by impenetrable woods on both sides with the fog rolling in thick from the left. The air is cold on my face as I propel myself forwards, urging myself on but conscious and panicking that I am heading deeper into the forest and further from the village. His snarling is getting louder and I dare not look behind me, but can see him clearly in my mind, that horrifying beast that is pursuing me.Then I see it, up ahead, a break in the trees; I have to get some cover -- I can't outrun him. My cloak snags on the branches as I make my way as quickly as I can down the narrow track, which suddenly opens up into a clearing. A
“Why would you even want to show me all these? Do you wish me to be tortured after trapping me in my own memories?” asked Red and this time she was angry. She had reason to be furious.A dragon was known to have many magical properties but that doesn’t mean that all of them get to tap into all that power. Seth was a single dragon who had the capability of causing hallucinations with the fumes that he could release if he wished to but he did it without telling Red and he even wanted to see what was going on in her mind.“You want me to get mad so that you can play with me for a little while and then you can kill me? Right? I am just another piece of amusement for you. But I shall make it plain and simple for you. You don’t need to do all these things before killing me. You can do it now itself,” said Red and this time she stood up on the mounds of gold coins.“You are getting excited for no good reason. Why do you think t
First light found Red and Makaran seated on the house-sized boulders in the midst of a nearby river. The wood was beginning to wake as the wind changed with the rising of the sun. Small creatures crept amidst the giant rocks, and birdsong began to accompany the rush of the river. There was still a chill in the air and Red saw Makaran's breath in vapor as he spoke."First I must ask a potentially awkward question. How comfortable are you with being naked?""I have nothing to be ashamed of," Red shrugged."Good. I spend so much time in other skins, that I do not actually own any clothes. Obviously I had to borrow these from Mother Hannah. Shape changing in clothes does not work at all. They do not change with you when the Spirit transforms your body.""Spirit?""Aye, Spirit. That is what Mother Hannah and I have reckoned this to be. I have a very strong animal part to the Spirit inside me, and it allows me to wear its skins.""How many?"
It was during one of those rambles through the woods that she had come upon the castle. The trees had thinned, melting into brush and then into a meadow, unkempt and overrun, and there it stood ... in the middle of the sun drenched clearing – solid, unforgiving, a wall of unremitting black broken only by thin embrasures from which arrows could be fired at unwelcome intruders. As she stood within the fringe of trees, concealed by the broad trunk of an ancient oak, peering at the battlements, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was a clear sunny day, but around the castle, the air seemed to thicken and she wrapped her arms around herself against the sudden cold.Her first instinct was one of flight, but her curiosity overcame the sudden rush of panic and she settled herself to survey the place more carefully. The castle was laid out in a rectangle, its smooth straight lines broken only by the swelling of the towers that marked each corner. There was no sign of life.
Somewhere in the Cathalian wilderness...Red swept her red cloak out of the way as she stooped down to pick another mushroom. She added it to the collection of its kin in her basket and danced off to find another. Soon it would be too warm to wear her cloak and hood, but her mistress insisted she wear it this evening in case she got caught out after dark in falling temperatures. Spring had just begun, after all, and Winter still thought it ruled the night.Indeed a chill did seem to be creeping through the wood. The sun was fast setting and the shadows were long. The red dusk peaked through the newly budding branches of the hardwoods and colored the girl's pale skin in bloodtones. Soon it would be dark, and Red did not know that she was being shadowed.The monster had been following her scent for miles, and now its luminous yellow eyes spied the girl in the gathering gloom. Her red hood bobbed along in the undergrowth as she worked her way toward the cottage in
Once upon a time...Three massive wolves stalked through the village streets, growling and snapping at the frightened citizens that dared peer through their windows. A young beggar ran across the street and the largest wolf, wind rushing through the shining black fur, pounced, pinning him with one large paw and leaning his head down, tearing out the young boy's throat. He let out a howl and his companions joined him, howling up at the moon, full above them. The eldest of the three, who was as black as his nephew, though the smooth fur bore streaks of silver, paused, lowering his gaze to a young woman who stood calmly in the middle of the street. A long hooded cloak of vibrant red silk hung from her slender frame and beneath the hood the wolves caught glimpses of soft blonde curls and blue eyes, dark as the sky above. She stepped back and they stalked closer, sniffing curiously."Creatures of the fullest moon, great wolves, I offer myself, my body in exchange for the sa
When Red awakens she can only see darkness. As she come to she can feel the smooth silk bedding beneath her and then she realizes that her robes and undergarments had been taken from her. She was here in a strange place, naked on silk linens. When she tries to cover herself her hands were halted but the leather bonds around her wrists that were connected to the chains that hung from the wall behind the bed. This came as an amazing shock. But what was the biggest shock was when she discovered that a steel rod separated her ankles so she couldn't close her legs. Now she was fully awake and terrified.Then, in the middle of her terror a light came from the hall. Dimly at first be then growing brighter. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps approaching. She did her best to struggle against the chains and bracer, trying to hide herself from whoever was approaching. But it was too late. A candle's flame peaked it's way around a corner and behind it followed a man so dashing tha
"What does that mean?""Young dragons--well, relatively young, to you they would be very old indeed--have the great desires. It is they who kidnap princesses, crush knights, sack towns and generally make nuisances of themselves. Not unlike young humans, they have to find their way and that often includes some temper tantrums and fits of pique. Over time, they mature and the need to prove their potency to themselves diminishes. Like old humans, they get set in their ways and a nice long nap in the sunshine seems a much better way to spend a day than burning knights to a crisp or gobbling up maidens.""I don't mean to be rude, but I thought dragons were evil? Don't you...do things just to be bad?"The dragon laughed then, so deeply and completely that small flames shout out of his nostrils and smoke curled up. When he had mastered his mirth, he at last spoke."We're no more evil than any other race. There are good and bad among us. The good can be very good
Red looked at Seth and said,” You need to begin the ceremony now..”Samuel was going say something when Seth growled at him and said,” For that we will have to do this in a different setting altogether..are you ready to take a trip in fantasy?”As soon as Red nodded she was covered in a fine mist ad everything was gone.They came for her while the sun was still high. Proctor Vesle, Constable Varlet, and the town elders. She saw them coming long before they arrived and her sobbing mother begged her to run, but it wasn't in her nature. Someone would have to die today, and she couldn't allow this mantle to fall onto one of her friends.She made tea and had it poured and ready by the time the men arrived. She could smell the sweat, see the stains in their somber attire, and sense their fear and hate. It no longer bothered her. She knew very well she was signing her own death warrant when she refused the Proctor's advances
Samuel’s POVI smell blood. A wounded animal. An easy kill. The blood is still fresh. Not dead yet. A noise ahead, whimpering. Getting close. Big animal. No not animal.The part of my brain that is still human tries to comprehend. No fur. Clothing. Human. Must not kill. It's female and injured. Blood covers her ragged clothing.Smells like sweat, blood and desperation. Can't smell her. Can't smell animal on her.She trips and I move closer careful not to frighten her. A twig snaps under my feet and she sits on her heels terrified. The terror leaves her eyes almost instantly when she see me and is replaced by hope. She reaches a hand towards me and I see the other arm is being held awkwardly. It is broken and the bone has torn through the skin.Wolf. Not pack. Strange wolf. Injured wolf. Not pack. Not enemy.After sniffing her skin I move closer letting her palm glide over my head, down my neck. She screams an
Samuel’s POVThe moon was luminescent, casting its silvery shadow over the trees like some snowy net, lighting a dirt path that wound deeper and deeper into the thick, dangerous forest. But the cloud covered orb was robbed of its full lustre, far too darkened by the wispy fog rising in off the marsh to the east.I pulled my flashlight from my knapsack and let it shine a reflection of precious light, causing snakes to coil away, and poisonous spiders to rise on silky strands back into hiding.The sound of her panting breath, still hot and desperate, led me uphill toward the meandering stream, whose running water echoed like some rushing wind, rustling fall leaves until a hundred colors struck the ground.I was closing in on her, and could almost see her now, smelling her running shapely curves as she weaved and bobbed past dangling branches that tore, gouged and scratched her human flesh. But still she pressed on at full speed, her slender, racing an