All Chapters of My Shackled Siren: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ardae MythMiernephen was once a powerful Spriggan ministering to the needs of Feglen Forest. A creature of beauty and magic. Favored by the Green King.She tended all the living things around her. Bringing each tree to fruition at its designated time. Every flower to bloom. Every leaf to the perfect state of unfurling. Like artwork painted with the magic of her soul.Welcoming into her arms, each tiny creature which wished to greet her.Believing herself invulnerable to threat, she was oblivious to the plans of the Water Spriggan. Devious wretches jealous of her power, they hungered to harness her magic and lusted to possess her joyful innocence under their control.They crept from their watery home to peer around trees at her. Their dark, shining eyes taking in the sight of her in her wispy leaf gowns. Watching the roundness of her delicious hips as she moved. Seeing the light slanting across bits of flesh visible along her small stomach. Her long shimmering hair moving about her sh

A Starved BoyTwo Miles AwayThe boy was desperate for food. Hunger made his stomach clench violently. His reaction to the pain was rage. He’d do whatever it took to find food. So frail his ribs protruded, he looked through the furtive eyes of an animal, scanning shadows for movement. He’d already crept past most of the guards.Too lazy to notice a shadow as skinny as mine. He thought.Busy talking, they’d failed to notice the thin shadow slithering beneath their chairs. Quick as a rodent, he’d leapt to his feet and fled to the darkest parts of the rooms in the NetherHall Castle.Moving sideways along the cold stone wall, he avoided the light emanating from the fireplace. When close enough to see the food still on the table, his stomach betrayed him. Emitting a drawn-out gurgle. He drew a quick breath, putting his hand to it, as he willed it into silence. A quick glance back at the set of guards near the door, as well as those next to the fire, revealed only he had heard it.What’d se

A Prisoner“Don’t worry.” Zierno gestured to the three standing in-front of him, swords drawn. “We have my bodyguards.” He said derisively.Edward blinked hard giving a pleading look. Opening his mouth to speak he was silenced by the arrival of the most massive man they’d ever seen.What the Hell is that?Sputtering Edward finally found his voice. “Z-Zier! Where the Hell did they find a barbarian?”Zierno gave an irritated gesture. How would I know?The lumbering man hopped off his horse with surprising agility.A bad sign. Zierno saw his three comrades eying the giant warily. Their feet moving restlessly.Sirus strode next to the leader and spoke loud enough for their ears. “Do you want me to kill them all or just the three?”Standing next to Demitri mounted on his horse, Sirus’ head was level with Demitri’s shoulder.“The three.”“No.” Zierno declared pushing through the others to stand in-front. “You don’t need to fight them. You need only go through me to get to the noble.” He ges

The StagHe shoved her onto the bed, face first.She gave a little objecting sound but he knew it was for effect.He gripped her hips and roughly hauled her back to meet his length. Without preamble he lowered his hips and caught the tip at her entrance. Delving in without hesitation.She squawked and gripped the bed linens in tight fists. She bit down on the coverlet as he slowly withdrew from her then slammed back in. Feeling something stroking his tip that old him it was a further entrance within her. A sensitized place that could cause her both pain and pleasure.And Liba certainly loves both...He pushed her rounded buttocks open to better watch her inner lips gripping him as he worked in and out of her. Savoring the feel of her soft body gripping him.“You are my little Pet, aren’t you, Liba?”“I am yours. Hurt me. Do as you will.” She begged.So, he caught the back of her knees and hoisted her up onto the bed, pulling her back against her heels so only her little opening hung o

A Rope to Bind HerWhich you know very well!Eben sighed. “I know my friend. I understand your reasoning for being a knight. You’d be my most trusted defender, my fiercest warrior.”“I would look after the King I consider brother!” Zierno shoved his trencher aside.No assassin could get close enough to look at you, much less kill you. And the Netherlands would remain a free country. Separate from the type of tyranny ruling Nightway and Igonox.“You’re ambitious and your motives rightly set but why do you hunger for it so passionately?”“I don’t trust Dorin. I never have. He’s a man with a price and would offer you up for enough coin.”“He knows his place unlike many.” Eben lashed out.Zier lifted his chin and his gaze turned to a hard glint.Eben gave another heavy sigh. “I can only grant you what you desire if you accomplish a feat worthy of knighthood.”The doors to the Dining Hall were tossed open. “Forgive me your highness. I came at Zier’s command to notify him if word came of a