"We need to check to see if my friend is still in the building."
"Why?"
"Wait a minute, and you'll see."
Before they knew it, they were being waved at by someone who said, "Thank goodness, your little train is still running." June uttered the words and walked over to the man, who appeared to be an elderly retired soldier.
"Nice to see you, young man, and I've received your secret message on my radio, and right now we must move quickly. After ten minutes, the train would depart from the station. I already had a secret compartment set aside for you three, but please don't leave your cabin at any time, okay? I've managed to bring on a dozen lycans. Actually, you're dealing with tourists, so keep your mouth shut and never, ever open your cabin door, okay? Unless, of course, it's me knocking on the door."
"Of course, Joe, and thank you for your assistance." June wrapped her arms aroun
Suddenly, they were knocked senseless by three lycans as they were transported to their secret lair when someone appeared out of nowhere and attacked them, rendering them unconscious. Janet's nose was dripping with blood, and a trickle of it dripped out. It did not drip down her chin, but rather up into her eyes and over her forehead, due to the fact that she, along with her partner Ryan and June, were hanging upside-down in the air. After being taken and strung up, they will be skinned alive and eaten by a gang of feral lycans who have come to take advantage of their situation. Earlier, however, the three had been attacked when they were seen traveling down a trail near the cliff, and their belongings, including their backpack and weapons, had been taken from them. And now Ryan and June were arguing with their backs to the wall. "I told you we shouldn't stop," June snarled at him. "But you dickhead, you weren't even forced to walk in front of us, but for your own bloody sense of im
Henry approached the captives, who were dangling from a tree. He leaned in close to take in June, Ryan, and then Janet's features. In his murmur, he said something along the lines of "This woman is unusual; she smells like a lycan but also human. It has an odd scent that reminds me of Her Majesty Queen Janet herself. When June and Ryan heard the massive lycans, they looked to each other and toward Janet, who was smirking at them, as if to say, "I told you so." Henry continued, as he went to Janet's side and licked the blood from his forehead and raised his brows. "You are an oddity, little one. And you are not from around here, either. Who are you?" Henry and his band of mercenaries might have been the same ones that June's own people were on the lookout for. It was a long-running blood controversy that began some years ago. Nonetheless, June had been on the verge of passing out when he felt that all the blood flowing to his head from the wound made him conscious of the fact that he
Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red.Pearl Jane felt the blow before she heard a slap across her face. It could have been nastier. It could have been a sucker punch. Those punches really hurt, especially coming from a man almost two times her size."You're going to be mine, little whore… mine," the smelly fat guy snickered as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the blood-stained couch."Over my dead body!" Pearl grumbled under her breath."You have a big stupid mouth for a crazy bitch." The fat guy's hands moved down to the zipper of his pants, and she closed her eyes.Disgusting.She thought. Out of all the mess she'd gone through in her boring wanderer life, the one thing she thought she'd escaped was rape, but apparently Hell or whoever the heck was watching out for her shat the bed on this, too. "Don't bother with the lubricant, because based on the small size of that thing, I'll barely feel it," she replied with the same scowl on her face that made the rest of his gang laugh
Pearl Jane tried to shake his hold off her, but Ethan's hand just tightened; she winced from the pain. "It's sweet that you want to make sure I find my way home, but I'm perfectly fine, warrior. No need to go on helping me every time."Amusement flashed in Ethan's eyes before it disappeared under a cold exterior. Something told her this man was used to looking cold over anything else."I'm not your saviour, little one. I'm the monster that's lurking in the dark.""It's you!" she gasped."Nice meeting you, little one. You took something from me, I supposed."She shivered.It happened a year ago, just like she remembered it.*****"The banquet auction is next week, Pearl," her father, the king of the Fire Kingdom, in the realm of supernatural and magic, mumbled, his icy hands playing with a loose strand of her hair. She loathed it when he touched her. It was never the touch of a father, but that of someone who wanted something, something a father should never have. Something tattered an
Ethan was merely an observer at the pub. He never sampled the goods. After all, he was supposed to be in the shadows, just a watcher, a warrior, waiting for something... He hangs out the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That was what the draw was to a place like The Secret Pub. It was drowning in secrets. Werewolves, Fae, and alchemists alike. Ethan learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there was no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you have the darkest desires of powerful men in your hands, you suddenly become the one with control, and that's what he has always craved. Control. Powerful men will go to any length to keep their skeletons hidden away in the closet. Then a woman stepped into his vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and warmth. He chuckled as soon as she came into his view. An alchemist, a powerful one. He smirked as he saw her shuffle her feet and keep
Warning SPG"I'll take it off if you do," Pearl smirked.The bed creaked as Ethan crawled on top of her, caging her between his arms and legs. "Little one, if I want the mask off, you'll take it off." He snickered, touching the mask on his face.Something flashed in her eyes—anger, resolution, warmth, or a combination of all three. The girl has a fire in her, and Ethan has always been attracted to flames. "I can walk out of here and find the next warrior available," she added.An angry growl escaped his lips as he pinned her arms above her head, bending down so that he was right in her face, forcing her to stare right into his eyes. He felt an unknown wrath boil inside him. Something unfamiliar was putting him off but his wolf liked it. "The fuck you will.""Great, so we agree. The mask stays on?" She smiled tauntingly."You like the idea of me fucking you with the mask on, don't you?"She turned her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.Ethan growled in her ear, "Hope you lik
Warning Rated SPGBrushing his nose against her slit, he inhaled her sweet scent of arousal. "You're intoxicating, a special brand of drug made only for me." His tongue slipped out of his mouth as he took one long lick before he gently thrust a finger into her sweet hole. Pearl took in a sharp breath. "You're so tight, little one. It's going to hurt when I shove my rod into you. But you'll take every inch.""Yes, oh, goddess..." she moaned again.Ethan licked at her core slowly. Her hips rose and fell, letting her know he owned all her passion, that tonight he controlled her. She was the instrument he had chosen, and she was going to play her like a master. "Good girl. Show me how badly you want me buried in you, little one." He chuckled into her cunt as he continued lapping at her, making sure his tongue paid attention to her sensitive clit. "Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty alchemist kind of girl. I can almost feel your power, little one. I can feel your ice… I can feel you
Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red. Present day. The full moon shimmered lustrously above Almera. A wonderful moonlight twinkled against the polished surface of the three objects in the old alchemist's palms. Colorful blue, red and purple fires all through her veins as she dropped them into the ground, pushing at the dust until it makes a nice pile over the three items. She patted the earth sweetly once more before turning away, her long gown skimming against the dirt as she returned to the dark cabin. Her white long silver hair sways against her back as she leaves, never once looking out at the road where Pearl stood from the distant. Lurking in the night. Pearl was a wanderer. In a way, she had been a wanderer her entire life. In the last two years, she has taken the job pretty seriously though. This small, quiet village within the eastern part of the Kingdom was nice, unnoticeable, and easy for someone who wanted to disappear to do just that. It had been two years since the incident