Middle Ages Stories Novels & Stories

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

“Beach or mountain scenery?” Freddie thought for a moment, his brows coming together. “That's hard...” “That's what she said,” I immediately replied. “Are you going to say that every time?” Freddie asked, turning to give me a gentle glare. “Yup.” I grinned up at him. He chuckled and shook his head before settling back into his original spot. “I say mountains. We have beaches in Paradisa, but there are no mountains. What about you?” “We don't have beaches or mountains in the midwest,” I replied, buying myself some time to think about my answer.

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”

“Wait! This weekend is my 18th birthday. We’re doing a small dinner at home, it's just me, Dad and now you. Please say you’ll come, Mira. It’ll be boring with just the two of us. I want you there.” My heart did a little flip. Just the three of us. Meaning more time around Bruce. I tried to sound casual. “Your birthday? Of course I’ll come. I would love to.” Anna squealed and hugged me tightly. “Yesss! Saturday night, 7pm. Don’t be late.” Bruce’s eyes met mine over Anna’s shoulder. That slow, subtle smile was back, the one that made my stomach tighten. “Looking forward to it, Mira,” he said, voice low and warm. “I’ll make sure it’s a night to remember.”

the old man held the middle aged man's hand and requested "I beg you to protect him, go away from here, stay anywhere but stay safe, we have only him so please take him away" middle aged man replied "please don't say like that, he is like my own son, I will protect him always, but first we should save you" the old man said "no I can't be alive for more time, so forget about me and go" after completing the sentence the old man fell down john screamed "grandpa" the middle aged man felt sad but he needs to protect John because after listening to John's voice those men started searching for them, so using the shortcut the method he took john out from the forest to highway, they entered into city

"Nah, no. I mean the start of my time as a werewolf. As you mentioned, some people desire to be changed and seek out the powers that be to make it happen. Not all werewolves do, but I did. I grew up in beautiful Georgia. Growing up in Savannah I heard lots of ghost stories and of course other phantoms of the night like vampires and werewolves. I was brought up by my mom's mom because my mom died giving me birth and my dad was apparently a deadbeat. My grandfather had died of a heart attack before I was born, so really it was me and my grandma against the world. She came from old money and had lots of spooky stories about the plantation that was in our family. Out in the middle of nowhere is

There is still time. Her grandfather stood up, looked at her: “Some stories end, while others just begin.” “True,” she replied. “The story of my youth, ended with the guardian.” “What happened later?” “We won the war with Irmir.” “Irmir?” He looked at her, thought for a moment: “I knew. I forgot something.” “What?” “Postar is only a region of Irmir.” “So, it was only a prelude?” “Yes.” “How did you meet grandmother?” “It is a story for another time.”

“Tss. I’m not joking around. I’m warning you.” “C’mon Grandma, I will listen.” She sighed. I am doing this for her not to get bored and sleep while waiting for our dinner. “Of the present age… Now called Athena... As in now.” “Yes, I know readers want modern stories and not the telltales of Mandeville times.” She was stuck with the memories of the old. The elders’ memories are the trajectories of their time. “Dragons and werewolves have hidden their wings and fangs to blend into humanity without being exposed. But to them, we’re weaklings.”

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

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.