Arcane Steampunk Novels & Stories

Those three chests had been enough to make Maurice look good. Now, however, there were far more than three chests. Maurice was already greedily eyeing the chests as if they were his. Meanwhile, Camilla's eyes gleamed as she ran to the chests and opened one at random. The items inside sparkled under the sun—they were all precious treasures. She couldn't help but take a huge pearl and balance it on her palm. "This is gorgeous, Mo. Can you give it to me?" "Of course. I'll give you whatever you want, Cami," Maurice said.

he murmured, raising a champagne flute. “To new embers,” she toasted. They drank, and the clink of crystal echoed like a promise. Chapter seventeen: Shadows Abroad Weeks later, as September’s first chill touched the air, a carriage rolled through Montrose’s front gates bearing an unexpected visitor. The tall, silver haired antiquarian introduced himself as Dr. Lucien Harcourt, scholar to the Vienna Society of Arcane Antiquities. He bowed to Isabelle and Alexander in the gallery’s oak paneled drawing room, unrolling a length of vellum between them.

How I could’ve missed all those people in one small boat no amount of logic could ever explain. The discovery races through my brain: there’s another entity present in the scene. Not sure if the surge of adrenalin in my veins is giving me hallucinations but I see four metallic objects superimposed on the figure’s face – like two pairs of goggles worn simultaneously, suggesting an insectile mask. I picture a long-haired, willowy AI-generated steampunk nymph, half her face swallowed by two pairs of eyes that warp her softness into something harsh and unsettling. I’m all out of time to indulge the fantasy.

Full of jungle landscapes and great battles with demons were just as common as scenes showing them living alongside the monks peacefully. Only one piece of furniture stood in the room. A single, long stone table that reminded me of the Avery's Family Altar. He'd helped her and the other men in the Manser line move the giant relic last summer after Nathan had shown his true colors. And the table before him could have been the exact same one. "Come," Amna insisted, walking over the mosaic floor comprised of small stones and crystals set in concentric circles that wound tighter and tighter to disappeared under the table.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

Ayra cried out and came again with him, her walls milking his cock greedily, drawing out every last drop. They collapsed together, breathing hard. But Ayra still wasn’t satisfied. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply again, feeding him more of her addictive venom. Marcus felt his cock twitch and harden almost immediately, despite having just cum. “What are you doing to me?” he rasped, already aching for her again. Ayra smiled mysteriously, her violet eyes glowing brighter. “I’m making you mine, Marcus Kane. Completely and irreversibly.” She slid down his body like a predator and wrapped her full lips around his cum-slick cock. She sucked him slowly and lovingly, tasting their combine

My stomach flipped when he pulled out a thick, black leather collar with a silver ring and a small remote-controlled vibrator—pink, egg-shaped, and wicked-looking. “On your knees, princess,” he ordered softly. I sank down instantly, the plush rug cushioning my legs. The sweater had fallen off one shoulder, exposing the top of my breast. He fastened the collar around my throat with deliberate care, buckling it snug. The leather was cool and stiff, a constant reminder of ownership. He gave the ring a light tug, tilting my head up. “Beautiful,” he growled. “You were made for this.” Heat flooded my face and between my legs. “Marcus… this is so wrong,” I whispered, even as my nipples hardened pai

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad