Weretiger Stories

Ashriel frowned. The plate of waffles and sausages looked so tempting and the taste Anniel had given him still lingered in his mouth, as well as the taste of her lips. So delicious. That was bad. He needed to be strong. He needed to do what was right. Unable to help the grimace that contorted his face he sighed, staring at the plate of prinut. But what about Anniel’s food. It would be sinful to throw away perfectly good f...

“Don’t touch her,” he roared, enraged, as he settled between his brother and the woman he loved. He gave Garethiel a shove in case he didn’t comprehend his order. Anniel’s hands came up against his spread wings when he stepped back into her, clasping her hip to keep her behind him and out from Garethiel’s sight. After having callously deflowered her and then walking out as if she meant nothing, the thought of Garethiel pu...

Darkness surrounded Ashriel. He’d stripped himself naked, bathed in the waters of the Pool of Sorrows and then knelt on the Rock of Offerings with his wings spread out as far as he could stretch them. The water running down his still wet body and the chill night air made him shiver, but he kept his eyes on the horizon. Seraphia’s three moons cast a silvery path upon the calm ocean water below Mount Chielos, where the holy...

Chapter Eleven  “This is ridiculous,” Remi spat. “I can’t believe how stupid most of creation is. To think that in this day and age, BDSM is still misunderstood.” He and Anniel watched images projected within a glowing orb toward the front left corner of Anniel’s living room. Alluna sat at a glossy white table that slid out from one of the walls. Anniel had set out one of her fuchsia and metal chairs so Alluna could sit c...