"The point I'm trying to make is that, what if... it's actually possible. What if, in another realm, I was a human who was transformed into a lycan by a hot ancient soul keeper and then married him and became his mate? And you... you're a werewolf, a massive werewolf. I was in the 13th century with a friend who died in a... battle, and we traveled to the 10th century, but I ended up here in this realm instead and became, you know, a regular human." "You've got to be joking, right? Where on earth did you get the idea to tell me such nonsense? What kind of drugs did you use, J?" In the process of opening the door, Ryan raised his brows in her direction and came to a complete halt. "Ryan, I'm just sharing a possible theory with you, understand? How about this: What if I'm a lycan in another realm or from another time? Or a powerful alchemist, or even a princess." "Oh, really, Janet? And what did you do, by the way? Have a bloody soup for breakfast?" "I'm serious about this, Ryan." "
A cold like this has never occurred to him before, despite having spent the majority of his life in the nearby county. Frostbite was rapidly approaching his ears and cheekbones, and even with the protection provided by mittens, he was already losing fine-motor control in his hands. When the snow intensifies, they are blasted directly in the face by an ominous wind that gives the impression of a violently shaken snow trail. But the snow was getting thicker, and it was becoming nearly impossible to steer with anything approaching efficiency. They pushed on through it, moving as quickly as we could. Ryan's cheeks have turned blue three hours after they first appeared. He was shivering uncontrollably. Janet's hair was also matted with snow at the time of the interview. We should go back," Ryan said in a mildly stuttering voice through jabbering teeth. "D, I think we should go back," Ryan said. The wind has become deafening in its volume and intensity. A confused look crossed her face, a
Tenth Century, Wildwater Hamlet Two feral Lycans were hanging by their necks from pillars beneath the arena when Darwin entered the conference area for combatants below the stadium. Darwin was startled by this spectacle. They were beaten to a bloody pulp. One of them had his tongue hanging out of his mouth in a horrendous distortion. On his way out to the setting, a lycan guard dressed in knight's armor came to a halt. "This abomination was dumped on you by two criminals, who are now facing charges. Death." The guards murmured. Darwin smirked as he walked past the carcasses of feral lycans dangling from borders. The knight Lycans had discovered the ruse and immediately imposed their law of respect upon Darwin to punish the culprits for their actions. Possibly, this horde of gilded feral hooligans wasn't all that bad after all. Darwin thought. The following day, after a feast and an hour of rest, Darwin made his way through the graveyard of shrines in Wildwater, near Munster Lake, t
Munster Village Shawn Merritt was discontent with his life and his situation. The following was mostly a result of his unwanted endeavor. It had been years since the great flood and the war, and the long-haired warlock adventurer thought he could make a bet and beat the wealth hidden in a nameless grove near Munster Lake, an old forgotten stronghold from that time period. In his brilliant almond-amber eyes, Shawn saw much wisdom, perceptions of splendid gold and silver, and no small amount of greatness. He had no idea what else he saw in those eyes. The old man was indeed cunning and smart and was able to persuade him into bartering his horse for his magical lighter, and he had the nerve to tell him that he was a traveler from the future and he needed Shawn to convey a message to his offspring. Whatever it was, the old man was crazy and even delusional. He was, after all, a young, ambitious man, and he believed he was destined for greatness. Instead, why not create a legendary sorc
He started to struggle desperately, but the woman only laughed. However, she merely disappeared into the dripping veins and falling leaves of the forest, leaving his blade slicing across empty space with a fading chuckle as a trail. Across his bare legs, near to his fire, the roots spread out and rose again to form the woman. "Really, you foolish lad, you always put on a show," she scoffed. However, she was no longer directly in front of him; she was instead sitting by his fire. Instead of attempting to confront this seductive woman in combat, which he appeared incapable of winning, he had an opening. After a quick scan to the left and right, he made the decision to flee. I don't care about his gang. Before turning around and breaking into a sprint, he sprinted right before dipping back to the left.Unfortunately, it was the wrong move. As soon as he turned his back on the woman, something snatched his blade arm from underneath him. His elbow was encircled by a sticky tentacle that re
"Refuse to give in, my dear. You will be mine soon enough."He wanted to scream at her and beg for her forgiveness as the terror took hold, but he didn't get the chance because she used her veins to upend him and dump him on the ground next to the fire instead.His pants were being pulled down by her veins as he strained, underwear and all, as she felt them curl their tips around the hem. In spite of being fully exposed, his disloyal shaft stood to attention, eagerly bobbing its head in the direction of the camera.This made her chuckle with pleasure, so she stretched out her legs and rubbed his buttocks against hers. "Oh, unbelievably little. This one is eager, " she reflected, satisfied with her efforts, with joyful authority. She reached down and stroked her finger across the opening at the tip of his mast, causing it to twitch. He took a breath and turned to face her, a terrified expression on his face. He impl
A little faster this time. He pushed in again and pulled back with the same speed until he had a steady, firm rhythm going. He thrust with enough force to gently clap against her rump. He pulled back slowly. The sound of her sobs mingled with his gasps, and it was almost melodious to him. She took a few steps back from the craggy face of the boulder and let her breasts dangle in the air. His thrusting had to be temporarily halted when she began grinding her crotch against his as he shuffled backward. Looking back at him, she smiled and licked her lips. She teased, "What... oh sweet lad, are you tired already?" with a soft blink of her eyes.He returned the flicker with a flash of his own, but he wasn't influenced by her in any way. Her words, on the other hand, made him smile. Her gentle twirls came to a sudden halt as he continued thrusting, causing her to moan in response. "Not even close,"
Darwin sank his fangs into his wrist and attempted to spit a drop of blood on his dagger while clenching them. The sweet aroma belies the deadly nature of the substance. He dribbled the solution onto the carvings in a slow, deliberate motion. He could hear the crackling and popping of the blood on the dirt boulders if he calmed his breathing and concentrated. As his blood stained the boulder, the carvings became more visible. Following a click, there was a low rumble that made him gasp. Approximately ten feet to his right, the trunk of an old tree began to shake, and a narrow passage emerged, one that was wet and slimy. Even though it would be a tight fit, he could squeeze through.At this point, Darwin's heart was racing, and he was closer than he'd ever been to achieving his goal. He snatched his lamp and squeezed through the chasm with his satchels on
Henry approached the captives, who were dangling from a tree. He leaned in close to take in June, Ryan, and then Janet's features. In his murmur, he said something along the lines of "This woman is unusual; she smells like a lycan but also human. It has an odd scent that reminds me of Her Majesty Queen Janet herself. When June and Ryan heard the massive lycans, they looked to each other and toward Janet, who was smirking at them, as if to say, "I told you so." Henry continued, as he went to Janet's side and licked the blood from his forehead and raised his brows. "You are an oddity, little one. And you are not from around here, either. Who are you?" Henry and his band of mercenaries might have been the same ones that June's own people were on the lookout for. It was a long-running blood controversy that began some years ago. Nonetheless, June had been on the verge of passing out when he felt that all the blood flowing to his head from the wound made him conscious of the fact that he
Suddenly, they were knocked senseless by three lycans as they were transported to their secret lair when someone appeared out of nowhere and attacked them, rendering them unconscious. Janet's nose was dripping with blood, and a trickle of it dripped out. It did not drip down her chin, but rather up into her eyes and over her forehead, due to the fact that she, along with her partner Ryan and June, were hanging upside-down in the air. After being taken and strung up, they will be skinned alive and eaten by a gang of feral lycans who have come to take advantage of their situation. Earlier, however, the three had been attacked when they were seen traveling down a trail near the cliff, and their belongings, including their backpack and weapons, had been taken from them. And now Ryan and June were arguing with their backs to the wall. "I told you we shouldn't stop," June snarled at him. "But you dickhead, you weren't even forced to walk in front of us, but for your own bloody sense of im
"We need to check to see if my friend is still in the building.""Why?""Wait a minute, and you'll see."Before they knew it, they were being waved at by someone who said, "Thank goodness, your little train is still running." June uttered the words and walked over to the man, who appeared to be an elderly retired soldier."Nice to see you, young man, and I've received your secret message on my radio, and right now we must move quickly. After ten minutes, the train would depart from the station. I already had a secret compartment set aside for you three, but please don't leave your cabin at any time, okay? I've managed to bring on a dozen lycans. Actually, you're dealing with tourists, so keep your mouth shut and never, ever open your cabin door, okay? Unless, of course, it's me knocking on the door.""Of course, Joe, and thank you for your assistance." June wrapped her arms aroun
Suddenly, June shook his hands, as though he were attempting to dislodge himself from the spell of Ryan's lips. "It was a dirty trick," says June."Oh yeah? According to the person who made me drunk and then attacked me to prove a point. What is it about you that requires everything to be a test? Is it June? Remember when you chose the army over me?" Ryan said with a sigh, "We are done with that nonsense.""Come on, sweetie. Play fair now. Tests enable you to push yourself to new limits, mate," June moved in so quickly that he was standing by the couch one moment and standing right in front of Ryan the next. His punch was deflected by June, who moved more slowly than usual, and Ryan managed to avoid his punch back."It's a bitter past, Ryan! And I already apologized a hundred fucking times, did I?""I don't care! You still hurt me." Ryan added with a bit of a smile on his lips. He knew it drove June
June added, "I think this is going to be good." He murmured to himself as he sat in a nearby chair and rummaged through his backpack."This is the possible trail that we have to follow to reach the peak." "We needed a compass and a certain map to reach the cavern.""What cavern?" Janet asked.June gestured to his own graph and mumbled something under his breath, "There is a cavern at the peak of the mountain, and if I'm not mistaken, then there is a possible entry on the west side." So maybe whatever you've been looking at was inside the cave, right?"Worth a try." Ryan smiles, knowing full well that there was an adventure waiting for them.After two bottles of June's grandmother's wine, Janet was unable to keep her mouth shut. When she told them everything, they laughed at the foolishness of her tale and didn't believe her at first, but after an hour of hearing about the Scroll of Fate, the message behind Ethan's research paper, and her time traveling with Finn, Vergel, and Ethan, th
"No, not at this time." "I believe the trail has been buried beneath the sleet." She sighed as she took up a position beside him."Fuck it. I'm done with it. Does that mean we're stuck here? "I'm not sure whether I should be angry with you or grateful," he said as he turned away from her and back into the chimney fire."What the hell are you talking about?""While you were outside, I needed to go to the bathroom." "I happened to stumble into some sort of attic." Ryan went on to say that, as he stared into the flames, he felt something stab him in the back of the head. There was a ray of hope. Then he went on, "...and then I found this," he mumbled as he handed her a small brown military bag that looked like it had been abandoned."Can you tell me what this is?" "What am I supposed to do with this?" Janet inquired as she purposefully opened the back and began to untangle what was inside."That, Janet, you know. That notebook, of course. Take a look at it right now." He muttered somethi
Human Realm. Present Time With two warm sleeping bags of her own, Janet warmed up beside Ryan. They were lying close enough to the chimney's fire that Ryan could feel the warmth of it lapping at his face as their wet clothing dried on the brick quarters hanging near the vent as Janet added wood to rekindle it. When the storm had passed, Janet had buried the family in the snow a few yards away from the cabin, just in case. By the next day, however, the storm was still raging outside, with the entire bracket of the house trembling under the force of the storm's powerful wind. After his encounter with the father's dead body, which was lying in the living room the day before, Janet's eyes were opened. She couldn't help but wonder. She didn't mean to touch his forehead, but she was not expecting those memories to come crashing down on her like hurricanes. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Janet had no idea she possessed the ability to read the memories of someo
He nodded.She stroked his shaft with the curled tip of her hand, rubbing back and forth on his glans. "To bring you down before we even started," she snarled, her tongue slithering across his ear, causing him to moan. "Of course, I'd go further... I'd keep going until I thought you couldn't take it anymore, but I'm a kind woman. After all, I asked to have your soul... but let me have fun!"She giggled again before attacking the other side of his neck, causing Darwin to whimper again as his fangs elongated. He wanted to taste her. She pumped him carefully, tightening her grip and almost wringing his rod out. Her leafy scales moved on his naked skin and garments, wrenching and untwisting as she shifted her coils, all over again as he moaned.His body bucked, turning involuntarily against her shackling grip. He feared this would enrage her, but it didn't. It had the opposite impact: it was terrifying and erotic.She liked it. Her veins shifted to enable his reflexive twists to gain some
Darwin murmured. He was getting eager, clenching his thighs together automatically. Alicia hissed sensuously, her rich fragrance only marginally less sensual. "I can smell your blood boiling, I can smell your aroused soul, little vampire, just like what I smelled from the little sorcerer earlier—wanting it, wanting me." "I... I don't..." he began, unsure of what he was saying. He couldn't quite get what she was saying, but her voice was fascinating and alluring. He was in a trance; he understood, but he couldn't get himself away from her. "But don't you wish to enjoy the pleasure no dark creature can provide? What do you have to lose to get a taste of heaven and a replica of the manuscript? If you only accept, you will discover new passions." She slithered closer, her head brushing his hips, her eyes peering up into his. Her body loop softly nudged his back, her head rising in an arc again. Her movements were slow and deliberate, a lovely performance that soothed the senses. Nothi