All Chapters of WitchFall: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

***Note from the Author:This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale.Some elements could be triggering for some.***“He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice.Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.I never saw her after that.It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall.Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins.We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place.“An evil one.” My eyes narrowed.“You only say that because of his pursuit of you.”“No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted.“Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the mo

It was two days since I’d glimpsed Mathis’ real form.Since I realized what he was. And I couldn’t seem to get his terrifyingly handsome physique out of my mind. Watching his body stepping into the burbling water was a vivid recollection.Finally, unable to withstand the secret anymore, I went to the town Mayor, Adrian Marx. And I confided in him what I’d seen and what Mathis really was, what he’d done to me.Adrian had been a close friend of my father’s for years. I knew him well.And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true.But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet.“This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!”He scoffed. Beginning to pace.“A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! O

My lips whitened. “You wouldn’t. You’re bluffing!” “I absolutely will.” “No.” I shook my head vehemently. My voice hardening. “You’ve had me all you will. You’ll not keep me your hostage, warming your bed.” “Funny you should say that.” He smiled. “I was just thinking on keeping you my captive. “For just that reason.” He brushed a finger down the tip of my nose. But the threat was unmistakable. “You’re a despicable cad.” I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless m

I surrendered to following Mathis’ voice through the woods. Despite that I didn’t trust him and thought he was the bearer of all things evil, I wasn’t really sure how to get out of Warlock Wood and it seemed like following his directions was more promising then guessing and ending up lost and never found in these woods as I’d heard so many had before. Not a fate I desire. Chewing my cheep and walking reluctantly I followed his whispers. Telling me when to turn right and when to peek left. Like some twisted trust exercise. Which is truly what I felt this was. Soon the trees peeled apart and revealed a series of stones. Laid out like low benches around a long bit of tree trunk which was cut in half. Exposing the pale wood in the center. Swirled with intricate knotholes and carved deeply with symbols I didn’t recognize. I fingered one of them and upon merely touching it I felt such immense shivering of energy rippling through me that I jerked my hand back as though burned. Feeling lik

I was staring at Udora’s silhouette in her cage. Not even completely certain it was her since I couldn’t see her at all. It could be his dark magic. But part of me knew this was just me trying to talk myself out of doing what he was about to ask me to. Something horrible. I remembered what he’d said twice now. I don’t lie. “Is it really her.” “Every inch.” He affirmed triumphantly. Beginning to back up, in the opposite direction Pulling my hand with him. Forcing me to follow on stilted feet. As we passed the stairs and reached the darker side of the dungeon, things grew astronomically more dreadful. I bumped into something I thought was a pillar and jumped forward. Nearly slamming into Mathis who laughed cruelly as his hand swept my lower back. “Have a look at what you’re so callously bumping into.” He laughingly directed. Opening his other hand allowed a red and orange fire to bloom to life in his palm. Brightening this bleak corner. And I realized that the slight creaking I