Elody Novels & Stories

And at night, when no one was watching, I stayed hidden with my sketchbook, losing myself in the only thing that ever felt right. To them, art was a hobby for the aimless. Engineering was what a son was supposed to do. They didn’t care that I was already drowning in a life I never chose. I tilted my head back and stared at the darkening sky. “If there’s a god up there,” I whispered, “can you tell me why I was even born?” I needed music to drown out the silence. Just as I reached for my phone and was about to plug in my earpiece, I heard a sound, soft, but utterly broken.

“I was made for you. For your fingers. For your cock. Please, Sylas… fuck me with them. Make me come.” Sylas smiled and introduced the first enchanted toy… a smooth, glowing crystal dildo that vibrated with magical energy calibrated to Elyndor’s body. He worked it slowly into Elyndor’s hole, the vibrations sending intense sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Elyndor cried out, pushing back against the toy as Sylas stroked his cock with one hand and twisted the dildo with the other, angling it perfectly against his prostate.

"Odelia, could you clarify? Why are you here?" Odelia nodded, her eyes red, looking pitiful. "You should all know my identity. I’m Odelia, Lambert’s fiancée from Universal Conglomerate. In fact, I’m already expecting his child. My uncle and Aunt Nydia are already preparing our wedding."

Every breath was a low, rattling growl that vibrated through the domed room. "I’m trying! Ahh! The feedback... it’s burning!" Elodie’s psychic voice hit his brain like a shard of glass. She shoved her shoulder against the auxiliary power lever, her silver fur matted with sweat and grease. Her runes flared a blinding, rhythmic violet, fighting the dampening field left behind by the High Humans. Outside the jagged hole in the observatory roof, the moon sat bloated and still. It was a cold, permanent eye watching the world bleed.

I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. Elodie blushed, her cheeks flushing like rose petals. "Stop it,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re perfect, you know? Your strength, your vulnerability, your beauty. You're a masterpiece, crafted by the divine." Her eyes locked onto mine, shining with tears. "No one's ever made me feel this way," she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "You're home with me, Elodie. Always," I whispered. Our lips met in a gentle kiss,our little breakfast almost forgotten. The city awakened below us, its sounds muted by our own world.

Elodie Jax Turner, lead guitarist of Dionysus Rising: the biggest rock band in the world, loved me. I had heard the words, seen his lips form them, but it still didn’t quite compute in my head. Not even the ring he slipped into my palm seemed real. Even when I could see it nestling there — a thick, hammered band of silver. I couldn’t help myself, I kept staring down at it. If I’d had a hand free, I would have pinched myself.