Naomi was ravenous. She hadn't fed in days. She was prowling Hollywood when she saw the pretty homeless girl. She approached the girl and stared into her eyes. The girl responded with a hungry look. Naomi grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Naomi kissed her, while sliding a hand into the girl's pants. The girl moaned. Naomi's fangs sunk into the girl's neck, as her fingers pushed into the girl. She...
Denial is not a river in Egypt. That was impossible; it was right before my eyes. I laughed when I saw it, Evie Larron and my boyfriend fucking. There was no horrific chill soaking into my bones. With his wiry body humping away, there was more meat on a minute steak. He slapped his pale white loins against her ass, doing my best friend from behind, and looked like a terrier humping his master’s leg. I suppose that’s why I...
Late October, 1437, Apuseni foothills I trudged wearily up the hillside, my latest captive slung over my shoulder. Though the young lass weighed no more than two full sacks of grain, it was a struggle to carry her limp body up the steep slope, especially as the weather had started to turn. The rain had been no more than a drizzle, but had persisted throughout the day, slickening the ground beneath my heavy boots. Wind gus...
The chains felt heavy and strong. Manacled and helpless, my moans echoed down the vacant, dark corridor. Gleaming, steel links hung from the ceiling, holding my wrists above my head. Identical chains shackled my feet to the floor, spreading my legs far apart. Low, sinister music played from some unknown source. Tortured, panicked screams assailed my ears, some terrified victims out of my field of view. I saw some shadowy...
Ryland’s eyes were practically pleading. I could already hear him calling me a right bastard for leaving him. Sorry buddy, but you would, hell, you have done the same to me. I gave him a smirk and quickly maneuvered away from the group. Five runners is quite the haul for a pack of four werewolves, so I didn’t feel any obligation to be the sixth tonight. We happened to be near a dead drop with a descenting potion, and I wa...
2052. The Bunker. The last thing I should be doing is thinking about him. I need to leave this rotten city. If they find me, I’m dead. I should get out of this disgusting mattress this very instant and do something useful. Why the hell do I keep thinking about him instead? The man who ruined me. The man who made me his slave. Viktor Volkov. I stand up in a rush and ensure the bunker doors are sealed. The image of his pier...
Outwardly, I looked like my usual self, bored amusement showing on my face, as I sipped another Tequila Sunrise, sitting at my throne-like perch on the balcony of the underground, goth, vampire nightclub. Inwardly, I was mulling over my strategy. I had almost everything in place; all I now required was an accomplice. My razor-sharp intuition told me that she’d be in, sooner or later. One does receive the most erotic sexua...
Bullets from automatic gunfire ricocheted on my left as a silver-tipped crossbow bolt whooshed by me, clattering against the brick building to my right. If one has been around for a few years, they’ll encounter their fair share of haters; it was just that my particular breed of haters tends to wield stakes and holy water. There were at least six in pursuit, all on motorcycles, all brandishing weaponry, all of them hunting...
There is a place within the bowels of every city that only awakens after twilight has subdued the day. In such places, the mask of civilized propriety has been removed, and primal, selfish impulses rule. Haunted by criminals, vice-peddlers, fringe types, and the more adventurous, the strong prey upon the weak, prey upon each other, and the law of the jungle prevails. It was through such a place that I, the strongest preda...
I sat alone, a haughty sex-goddess, the dancing shadows enshrouding me in dark mystery, observing the surrounding activity. As if I were their horny queen, my Tequila Sunrise a scepter, held aloft as I sipped, I surveyed my subjects. Behind me, my loyal page, the balcony bartender, pretended to wipe down his demesne as he surreptitiously leered at my exposed leg. My pale yellow and black lace bodice dress was slit from th...
A Nicer Breed of Vampire Chapter 2: I meet Mom….. I suggest you read ch.1 to get in the flow of the mood….. Two months had passed, and Ella and I were happily enjoying the condo, each other, and the beach, and nonstop exotic fucking each other. Especially the each other part. Our sexual attraction combined with actual feelings for each other continued to grow. We fell asleep nightly wrapped up together thoroughly satiated...
The bluish hue of the daedric candles flickered in the cozy two-story residence of Sanya Rayne. The fireplace was alive as burning embers popped and crackled from the hearth. Two chairs were set in front of it with a small table providing a resting place for the drinks of the two women sitting in them. Sitting to the left-center of the fireplace was Arabelle Davaux. She was the famed writer of the Investigator Vale series...
Mikhail Ivanovych Artemenko, to most people, was Mischa, a carpenter who lived in Toronto with his extended family. However, in another life, Mischa had been held in a Soviet prison for ten years. His father had been a dissident in Ukraine who moved the family to America, but Mischa had found ways to piss off the KGB in several corners of the earth throughout his life. When he was in prison, he did horrible things to surv...
Lu had met the handsome and distinguished gentleman, Paul Gillies, at a music bar. She had been sitting at the bar and turned to the right and saw the most handsome man she'd ever set eyes on playing the piano. He had chiselled cheekbones and brown hair wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up as he played with the top buttons of his shirt undone. Paul had glanced up and noticed Lu, a beautiful petite brunette in...
Smoky dew was rising from the shrubs and grassy hills of Transylvania in this early overcast dawn. The country road was quiet—until a four-horse-drawn wagon came pounding urgently down the bumpy gravel. On the driver’s seat was Dorin handling the raging horses while the lamp hanging next to him bounced and shook. In the wagon were four of his closest friends and neighbors. Dark-haired Victor, young Iosif, and chubby Grigo...
