SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts.SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.Bunny Lang was the chief designer for the SWEET-16 project. But because of its high-cost and maintenance, the aircraft was scrapped off by witborn military.She overhauled the last prototype to make it stealthy, and was had finished upgrading it when Maxill and his friends popped out of nowhere.Bunny welcomed them inside the aircraft’s cabin. Inside, there was a small round table with four chairs around it. Th
“So what’s your plan, Chastine? And why are you suddenly so snobbish with our pilot?” Juste asked his girlfriend with utmost curiosity in his eyes.Chastine wished to tell her beloved about it, but it might spoil all the fun. She merely winked at Juste and said, “sorry, can’t blurt it out to you. But you will know soon…” “Besides, even though I already halved the cost of our flight, I still think she’s charging us way more than the standard rate.”“Money’s not an issue, Chas, as long as I’m around.”“It’s not about that, Juste. We should be practical with money matters. And why are you calling me ‘Chas’ suddenly? Only Maxill calls me by that name.”“Heh, it sounds cute enough, and there’s this feeling of closeness to it.”“It’s fine by me, but Maxill might get a little bit jelly about it.”“Oh, yeah, about Maxill, how did you convince him to agree with your plan? After all, I can see our pilot to be head over heels about him.” Juste sneered. He was quite amused how his girlfri
“Bunny, can we talk?” Maxill approached Bunny along the open deck of her airship.Bunny closed her eyes and heavily sighed. “What now, Maxill?”Maxill wanted to say sorry, but he wasn’t sure if it was the appropriate word to tell her. He’s not apologetic of his identity, and yet he felt he needed to tell her otherwise.“… I’ll make it up to you tonight.”Bunny scoffed. “Maxill, no, I get it. You don’t like me. Wait, let me reiterate—you don’t like girls.”Maxill was rare to speak out his feelings. Feelings of disgust and apprehension, yes, but his sincere feelings, rare. He finds it hard to do so. Still, he really tried hard, just to comfort Bunny in her disappointment. “But as an acquaintance, I kind of like you.” The sulking pilot was a bit surprised. “…you do?”“Yeah. You’ve been supportive and understanding, at least to me. I have my toxic traits, but you still put up with me for, like what, 2 years? You saved my butt too many times, too.”He added, “And for a pilot, you’
Chastine was about to be killed as tribute. Bound in a prison cell, her flesh and blood was going to be offered to the god of the werewolves in the morning. After being experimented on for their self-serving motives, her final day ends on the tribute stone to be slaughtered and eaten. The wolf god prefers a vestal offering for this ritual and she fits the bill. And there she was in chains, as her hope for survival dissipates. All she wanted was to be a free human since that was what she hadn’t achieved in her waking life. But cruel fate just won’t let her have it. A chinking sound of bolt and hinge being unfastened was heard within Chastine’s earshot. The noise echoed within the chambers of the underground jail. It seems to be that someone had opened the main gate of the dank and dreary slammer. A pair of footsteps drew nearer towards Chastine’s cell. Louder had those footsteps became, then it halted in front of the gated side of her room. She saw the pair belong to a male fellhou
In the world of Dianium, a legend is being survived by those bearing the anathema given by their gods.Legend has it that out of her thirst for power, the goddess of blood, Karmi, granted her loyal worshippers the gift of the dark arts: whoever wields it will rule over another.As they grew in number, the wolf-god of flesh, Rolfus, realize it was catastrophic for humankind. He gave his followers supernatural strength to fight off Karmi’s worshippers.This was Rolfus’ charge, but as time passes the evil nature of men defeat their purest desires. His followers began to abuse their power, using it for selfish gains.With the chaos in the world, Dianos, the moon titan, awakened from his slumber of a thousand suns.He became furious at the fold of events, thus he subjected both to a curse to overpower them by the witborns, humans untainted with their gifts. Rolfus and Karmi’s worshippers received the same curse of being subject to untainted humans, though their supernatural gifts remained
“There. See what I mean?” Chastine was massaging her wrist as they were freed from the heavy chains. “Now, the second lock: on the door.”“Are you kidding me?” Chastine’s eyes was wide with unbelief, ”I need a thicker needle for this. I know you have the key.”Juste answered quick, “wrong.”“What?”“Key room’s heavily guarded.”Chastine was disappointed, folding her arms in the process. “So much for your plan of escape.”“If you could break through here, you pass the final test.”“…do you have a thin knife?” She decided to give it a go. After all, it was the option to break out of her prison.Juste reached from his side pocket and handed over his knife pen. “Here, will this do?”Both her brows raised up and she smiled, out of a happy surprise. “Perfect.”Chastine successfully opened the gate to her cell. She swung open the prison door and waited for Juste to come in.But Juste, on the other hand, grabbed her right arm right away. He hurriedly pulled her out of her cell.“What? Wait,
“Ahh… Juste… ahh,” Chastine was feeling the passionate heat from Juste’s thrusts, her body obediently responding by her little paradise getting wetter and hotter. Juste was the same. His lengthy and throbbing meat was getting harder and harder. Trickles of sweat were dripping from his brows as he continued to pound Chastine’s little paradise faster. “Prince Juste, how could you?!” one of the guards was questioning his motives. Juste paused for a little while, glanced at the guard with a smug smirk on his lips and said, “tell father about this. Let him know that I’m fucking my tribute.” He then continued to pound Chastine. The other guard went to the front gate of the tribute room, faced their castle, and howled a sounding alarm. Then the inevitable happened. One by one, the candles from the little tiny window holes in the castle began to light up. Then the howling of that one guard was greeted with few more howlings that came inside the castle. “Prince Juste, open the gate!” the
“Juste, why?” Lord Abirham asked Juste about his disgraceful behavior. He was his only child, so it was very hard for him to get totally angry with him. Juste wanted to tell his king father that he hated his own kind, for eating human flesh out of greed for their supernatural gifts. But his lips couldn’t choose the right words to say. Deep down, he knows he will be insensitive to his own if he badmouths the nature of the fellhounds. So he bowed his head and kept silent. But his father wanted to reason out with him. “Juste, if you wanted the girl, you could have told me. You can have anything you want in this castle.” Lord Abirham had thought Juste merely needed to release his s*xual urges. He added, “There are better female fellhounds for you here. Do you want to run away with this frail witborn?” By this time, Chastine was getting more confused. She had no idea what was really going on. What was Juste’s motive to get out of here? Was she preoccupied of her own escape that she