The Thirteenth Tale Novels & Stories

I spend the next few days healing my buttocks. At the moment, Xi Ning is bringing me some fresh fruits. She tells me stories about how the Seventeenth Prince has a strange fetish, how he enjoys to inflict pain over her. She shows the scars on her body, causing me to shake my head in despair. "Poor you," I say, "Too bad he is a prince.. Or else I would've-" I clench my fist and scowl, picturing me punching the abuser in the face.

Fourteen was not supposed to sit. Old law: Fourteen thrones too many, Elara had twelve, eleven died, one hid. Thirteen is Julian faint glow near kitchen who cheated with compass tattoo Syrin but now makes healing bagels that heal both. Fourteen is blood heir who stabbed pregnant belly with black ice dagger that bleeds, cursed to kill both both, unborn half Winter half Starlight plus blood. But New Law: If blood heir cries blood tears and wants to learn small, let them sit, small chair, near kitchen, thinking of love, not stabbing.

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

Unlocking the cage he pulled her out holding her against him his green eyes full of lust, ‘You cannot hide your bodies response little cat’ He crashed his lips to hers possessing her mouth dominantly he cupped her ass pressing her against his hardening cock. Atalanta could not stop her body from responding to his, she did not have the experience Sirius had been her only lover. In seconds Heathen had stripped out of his clothes and threw her onto the hay bales climbing on top of her he looked into her eyes, ‘Beautiful cat’

She nodded, her expression resolute. She placed the mirror on the floor, and next to it, a small pot filled with a strange, glowing liquid which she surprisingly brought out of her small bag. She closed her eyes, her lips moving as she began to chant a strange, unintelligible language. As she spoke, a wind began to pick up, the fire in the hearth flickering wildly. The windows in the room opened and closed on their own accord as if moved by an invisible hand. A feeling of dread began to creep up my spine, and I felt a chill in the air.

At least they were still both clothed. "Rachel... I love the hell out of you and I don't wanna see you get hurt. Life is cruel, and if you're not careful, it comes devouring at you. It will swallow you whole. "Norbert does not deserve you at all. He couldn't stand up for you to that witch of a girl. Don't let him hurt you again. I blame him completely for everything. If he had defended you, Allison wouldn't have had her way. It's called the Fates and you gotta promise me you'll be careful"

He was in wolf form by the time he reached our row, not full shift, the in-between state that was worse, seven feet of Alpha blood and fur and amber eyes gone completely red. He was going for Rook. The crowd erupted. And then the speakers crackled. A microphone. The announcer's booth above the stands. "How unfortunate." The voice was warm and clear and I felt the whole building go quiet because everyone at WhiteWood knew that particular tone. Vera Thorne's voice filled the arena like she had been waiting for exactly this moment. "Maybe you should look at me instead of her, Zade." A pause. I heard her smile. "I am pregnant. The child is yours.”

No one has touched a single thing in here for at least twenty years or more. I gaze out of the huge arched window, draped in heavy moth bitten velvet, at the height of the moon in the sky and sigh. The restlessness inside of me ceased to dissipate in the last couple of days and endless research and reading has led me only on a path of Aztec origin. I’m frustrated with the puzzle I cannot piece together. Annoyed that my knowledge surpasses anything I can find in books. A flash of white outside of the window catches my attention and draws my eye to a familiar sight. The raven from days ago has landed on a branch nearby of a low bowed tree and signals what I have been waiting for since sending