Tales Novels & Stories

Through story, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren. Around the dying coals of the evening fire, we spin tales of naughty children stolen never to return, of the brutal punishment of liars, and of trespassing travellers going astray. Tales teach us to seek out good-witches to tend to sore teeth or to help with difficult births, and diviners to foretell the weather, but to fear sorcerers or sorceresses who prey upon the unwary, sprites who blight the crops, and mermaids who drown sailors.

“Neither do I plan on going anywhere.” THE END Author's Note If you have made it this far, thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my still-racing heart and maybe a few other places. This collection started with one restless night... and spilled into more. Each story is a different hunger, a different chase, but they all chase the same thing. This isn't a fairy tale. It is not meant to be. But if it made you feel seen, or turned on, or even a tiny bit reckless yourself... then it did what I hoped.

He said quietly, “Just be honest.” She typed slowly, “Yes. It is much larger.” Theo’s blood raced. She scrolled back up to admire the image again. He watched, breath caught in his throat, as she stared in wonder. Her wetness had darkened her panties. Another message arrived: “I want you both to consider me ravishing you. Ask yourselves... Does the idea of my cock pumping inside your beautiful body excite you? Be honest. We are adults. Fantasies are valid.” Theo’s head spun. His arousal throbbed beneath his shorts. He looked at Talia, her chest rising and falling. She met his gaze with lust sparkling in her eyes.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

His eyes flicked from me to the half-shut screen. “I told you watching p**n won’t help with real progression,” he said, crossing the room in a few strides. He reached over and paused the video properly this time. “It’s staged, remember? Not the same as actual experience.” I sat up straighter, clutching the notebook to my chest. “You know, you don’t show me the sexual way, Alex. You keep everything super basic and controlled. How am I supposed to learn the details? The feelings? P**n might not be perfect, but at least it shows progression. It shows what actually happens when someone gets turned on. You stopped at a near-kiss earlier. I need more than theory.”

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

She took a deep breath and typed honestly. **Tola:** Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about you between my legs in that room. **Dr. Kane:** Naughty little girl. Send me a picture. Just your fingers on that pussy. No face. Tola didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and snapped a clear photo of her shiny, dripping fingers spreading her plump lips. She sent it before she could change her mind. The reply was fast and filthy.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

I whispered, “You don’t talk much, do you?” He glanced at me. “Talking won’t keep us alive.” Fair point. We moved through the trees, careful. Watching. Listening. Then— A snap. We froze. Kael’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “We’re not alone.” I held my breath. My ears strained. A growl. My heart pounded. Then, from the shadows— Rogues. They attacked fast. Claws. Teeth. Red eyes. Kael shifted. His wolf was massive. Furious.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.