Sorcerer Stories

A deadly beast. A nightmare story told to warn lustful men. Her name was spoken either as a cautious whisper, or as a resounding threat. But in his embrace, she was as willing as a virgin on her wedding night.  At his command, Asperelle, Mother of the Unbaptised, lowered her naked body onto the stone altar. She sat her broad, plump backside on the smooth surface, then gently lay down flat on her back. Without hesitation s...

The Alchemist was getting ready to close his tattoo shop when the bells on his door chimed. He turned and there she was, a shattered angel. She stood paused, frozen in his doorway, neither in nor out, motionless on the threshold, undecided. The setting sun bled over the rooftops from across the street, staining her hair and cheek with the illusion of mortal wounds. The empty hunger in the crushed blue of her eyes screamed...