There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his
She shielded herself behind a thick oak tree. Her black hair pulled back into a loose braid draped over her shoulder. A light blue cotton dress fell to her ankles and hugged her hips. Her dark eyes drifted up to the white balcony of the Manor with eager impatience. The breeze rustled the summer leaves above her and carried her scent away from the direction of the Manor. She was grateful that Nature had been benefiting her this night. However, she still took the precautionary measures and laced herself with oils and herbs to help blend herself into the environment that surrounded her.Light from the balcony doors swiveled and swayed while shadows danced across space. Voices sounded from within, mumbled through the windowpane as a barrier. The door suddenly opened, and she tucked herself behind the trunk while she dared herself to peek around it carefully. Heavy footsteps across the marble tiles as a man approached the ledge. Her eyes shined at his glorious f
Embers burned away the cigarette. Ash broke away and crumbled to the broken brick floor. She took a slow drag; the embers ate away at the paper before she released the smoke through her nose. Her eyes fluttered shut as the nicotine filled her contaminated lungs. She felt her heart speed up ever so slightly."Rayleigh?" a calm voice called to her from an open door. Oner of her eyes opened slightly to spot a bald priest standing in the entrance. "We have everything prepared for you, as you requested."Her eye fell shut again as she pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on and let the cigarette fall from her lips. The moment it hit the ground, her boot came down and crushed it. She blew out the last bit of smoke that resided in her throat before she made her way inside. The priest looked around before he closed the heavy door with a loud thud and locked it behind her.At first the corridor was dark until her vision adjusted
Moans echoed off the dark walls. Skin on skin meshed together in a pile behind thin drapes. Gasps. Giggles. Shivers. Breasts and cocks. Pussy and asses. All free game to those that chose to play. For some it was a dream come true, but for others it was an every day occurence.He leaned up against the wall, arms folded across his bare, tattooed chest as he quietly surveyed the festivites before him. The musk of cum and sweat mingled and stung a bit in his nose, but it was not new to him. A few of the women detached themselves from the mess and crawled over to him. He gazed down at each one. A woman with skin as dark as ebony and glossy blue eyes. Hair dark as midnight and perfectly curled. The next woman with pale skin as the moon on its brightest night, and sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. The last woman with sun-kissed skin, chocolate eyes and almond colored hair. They tugged on his leather pants, whimpering like puppies that craved for attention. He smirked down at
Loud rock music rumbled through the room, glass clinked against one another and the heavy stench of cigarette smoke clung to the wallpaper. The establishment was slow this time of day, just before anyone got off of work. It allowed her some time to wind down and sort through her thoughts after the exorcism she had recently performed.She drummed her nails against the sticky counter, the soft low lights above her highlights the sticky patches across the dark wood surface. Her whiskey glass sat empty with a few ice cubes, droplets rested at the bottom of the glass. A shadow crossed in front of her for a second until a large hand rested over her empty glass and took it away, but not before they replaced it with a new one and filled it with caramel colored beverage."Another rough one, Ray?" A soft voice spoke up and drew her attention to the husky man in front of her. He looked rough around the edges with the mean biker look, but Randall was the nicest man she
Black smoke rose from the inner circle. The stench of death and decay filled her lungs. Candles surrounded her in their dim, yellowish glow. Small bones laid scattered around her. Rats. Birds. Rabbits. Any available creature she could get her hands on. Books lay open, each with a different unique spell written on the aged parchment. Wind whistled and rocked against the weak wooden structure of the hut she made, as there were no other places to safely experiment. She ignored the cold that kissed her toes. Frostbite threatened her fingertips, but she didn't dare quit. She felt so close to her solution. So much closer to help him. And yet... As the smoke cleared away, her eyes dead set on the corpse of a crow she had slaughtered. Nothing. Not a twitch of the wing. Not a flinch of a talon. Nothing. She ran her blood covered hands over her face slowly. Magic had drained her little by little, but she didn't dare give up. Not yet, when she felt so close to achieving the achievable. She tu
The cracking echo of a whip ricochetted through the damp cellar. Whimpers and soft yelps followed those sounds and chains rattled against the stone wall. A single, small candle lit the confines of this space and cast haunting shadows across the walls and floor. "You were told multiple times..." a gravely voice growled. The shadow of an arm rose on the wall with a whip in hand before it cracked down. Another yelp escaped. "Not to take food without permission!" Another crack followed by another yelp. "I haven't eaten in four days... Please..." a young child's voice protested weakly. "That's because you were being punished for mingling with the other children when told not to." his voice thundered in the small room. Blood bubbled and streamed down her back. Old scars were now layered with new open wounds as he reached back with the whip once more. "I won't do it again!" she shouted as she wa
He ran his tongue over his lips, his pupils slowly shrunk back to their original size. He had tasted Humans before, but her, there was something more about her taste that stood out against the rest. Zalakai shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall as he inhaled deeply.Delectable.The single word crossed his mind quickly, and his leather pants felt tight around his crotch. He ran his hand over his growing length. Even for a short and quick taste, his body had a strong reaction to it. His cock throbbed against the leather and a soft pant left his lips. A sharp pain flashed in his temples, but he pushed it aside. He needed to calm down. Needed to assess the situation further before he jumped to conclusions.As predicted, it didn't take long for the red-head to escape her restraints and attempt to flee the confines of the room. He waited, his arms folded across his chest, while he leaned up against the wall on the other end of the corridor where an intersection caus