Percival’s Master’s POVMillennia after the dawn of life, the old gods enlightened the apes. The creation of man heralded celebrations throughout the cosmos. But not all were so pleased. Amidst the celebrations of the old gods, a newer emerged. With the capacity for morality, there was the capacity for evil and a dark god was born. When the first of mankind, crept into the safety of caves to weather the storm of foul creatures... I crawled up from the depths. Slating my eternal thirst on the blood of first man... I taught them a new meaning of fear.In the centuries to come, man learned to spread themselves thin. Eventually forming tribes. But I... I roamed alone. Crying out in loneliness, the dark god heard my wish. At first, I thought it my curse. A young human man managed to injure me in a scuffle. While injuries weren't unheard of, never before had I been injured during feeding. Fleeing for my life, my prey was left breathing. The following evening, I s

Sabrina leaned forward and looked down into the foaming water. Just a little farther and she could topple so easily into the water, let it pull her under. Just... let go. Far below, the waves crashed so loud it was like constant thunder.Nobody to miss me. If I died out here, someone would eventually come looking, not because I mattered to them but because I'd stopped doing my job.Sabrina sat down and pulled her standard issue Park Ranger jacket tighter around her, sinking her chin into the neck opening and pulling her hat brim low to block the setting sun. The cold of the rock quickly penetrated the seat of her pants but she needed to sit, if only for a few minutes. Just long enough to breathe in the marine salt.The sun heated her dark jacket but it didn't warm her much. She was tired; tired of being alone but, more than that, tired of being lonely. That was the way it had been most of her life, in one way or another. As a true witch, the need to hid

Camilla knew that she had to do something. Otherwise these bastards were never going to let her leave from this rotten place. But now she was extremely strong and agile, so no one dared to come close to her. And even after so much of trying the only thing that she had been able to do was, make them put iron bars outside her room and then electrocute them.So every time she broke down the door and tried to do something she was zapped with electricity every single time. Thank heavens that there was a werewolf inside her body, or else the thing that would have happened if it was her human body then it would have been unspeakable.Master had used the cattle prod on her one day and considered that she would be weak and had bound her in silver. He had also tied her up with wolfsbane vines as an extra form of protection but some things happen in nature which have absolutely no reason to be happening. And something like that did come to be known about Camilla as well.W

The wind was blunted to a chill breeze as it seeped between the great trunks of the forest's depths. Torch light glinted off icicles that hung from the leafless branches arching over the procession of cloaked figures. Evergreen boughs bent beneath the weight of snow that nearly glowed as the trail of people marched into the heart of the forest, mistletoe wreathed around their heads.The first among them, a middle aged woman, beat down the path through the snow with sturdy determination. With each footfall, the trek was that much easier for those that followed, and easier still for those behind them. At the rear, an aging woman holding herself up with a stick was able to follow without difficult save what pain the years and five children had brought to her knees and hips.Those few creatures still awake during this time watched with curiosity as the humans trekked deeper, leaving behind the comfort and warmth of their homes. Young Riona though coul

That seemed to be all that Master needed. He leant down and kissed her, hard. She met him with equal strength, licking along the seam of his lips. He growled in approval and opened his mouth, letting her explore him. Her hands roamed his chest, squeezed his arms, felt the lines of his abs under his coarse chest hair. Gods, he was handsome.Master's hands went straight for her behind, cupping it over her dress and squeezing roughly. Megan moaned into his mouth as he did. He smoothed one hand up her waist, around her front and cupped her breast. She didn't have the biggest curves but it was enough to fill his hand. He teased her nipple through the fabric and Megan broke the kiss to cry out.Master took her in his arms, moved her to the bed. He threw her down roughly, paused there to look at her as she landed. Her dress had floated up as she fell back, exposing her. His eyes went between her legs, his brows drawing down. Megan stayed there, breathing heavily. His lips wer