Headless Horseman Stories Novels & Stories

This guy must really have a death wish. It's better that he took the story teller with him. Who knows someone from his troops might betray him? At least if that happens, no one would have the guts to threaten the story teller's life. "But I'm not used to riding horses!" the story teller reckoned, problematic as he had been ever since he laid eyes on the horse. He thought a prince would ride a carriage or wagon or something comfortable. Then maybe at least he could curl in a corner next to him. It doesn't even matter if he'd just clung outside by the window–he can manage that. Just don't let him ride a horse! He didn't want to break some of his bones again!

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

When I found no dooming forecast scrolling across the bottom of the screen, I went back to reading my Kindle, where my paranormal story had reached a particularly gruesome pinnacle. Blood and body parts were flying liberally. So many bones had been broken in the span of the last five minutes that my own were beginning to ache in sympathy. I winced and nearly ducked for the heroine when a severed arm sailed past her head. Though, really. I couldn’t fathom why she’d followed the hero out there in the middle of the night, to begin with, when she knew exactly what he turned into during the full moon. Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with eve

Zephyr's large mouth had covered the Pooka's head and bit into the neck, crushing its bones and then yanking Bojon's head off. Thunderhoof is dragging the last Pooka across the floor by his head after clawing her chest. The Pooka mangers to get loose and crawl away from the wolf. Thunbderhoof jumps on its back and sinks his teeth in the back of the Pooka's head, pulling it until the Pooka's head is in his mouth.

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion".

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine's laughter danced in the air, a delightful sound carried by the gentle breeze as Zayn shared the tale of his first horseback riding adventure. It was a story filled with youthful bravado and a runaway horse, depicting young Zayn being dragged upside down, his leg stuck in the stirrup, until a timely rescue saved him from what could've been an incredibly embarrassing (or even tragic) ending.

Ben must be laughing at me from wherever he was. The pig man cleared his throat. I had almost forgotten about him, about where I was. He dragged his chair forward and now we were all sitting down except for his goons who were standing, seemingly uninterested in us. Maybe because they knew we didn't pose much danger, at least I knew I didn't except for Neon who's legs kept on twitching. "Now that we are all here, I'm gonna tell you a story." he began his long narrative about how Neon had faked his death only to kill his son and steal his money.

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

And when the guards caught up with them, he had been given clothes and had ridden the horse back with the princess secured in his arms. It was highly unbelievable. Still, a very beautiful and absolutely romantic story. “Have you ever heard the fairy tale about the prince on a white horse?” I asked Fenrir. “No.” “I should tell it to you some night,” I offered. “Its roots are probably connected to this one.” There were five more stories. The last one was the tragic one about the sudden murder of the young ruling couple. It made everyone remember the great loss and all the atrocities that had followed. For a moment, the gathering was absolutely silent. Most of the smaller children were already