Her Dragon

“Daddy, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” The King is practically dragging her through the gatehouse.

Low rumbling from somewhere in the castle.

“This is for your own good. Some day a nice prince will come here and save you, until then, you must stay in the tower.” Princess Marian kept trying to break free from her father’s grasp as they climbed the stairs of the spire. The king pushes his daughter through the doorway and steps back. She tries to return to him, but something stops her. She presses against the doorway and it ripples like water but in white light.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Why can’t I leave?” Marian bangs her fists against the invisible wall.

“You cannot leave this place my dear, and I am sorry, but only someone else can take you out. We had the royal witch place this barrier. I hope one day you can forgive us.” He leaves down the steps, his footfalls echoing all the way down.

“Daddy? Daddy!” She bangs her fists against the barrier a couple more times.

Click click click, Bang.

Marian runs to the window in her new room and watches as the procession left. Her throat constricted. She couldn’t understand why her father was doing this to her. Tears run down her cheeks. When she couldn’t see the King’s men anymore, Marian falls onto her bed.

Don’t be afraid child. You are not alone.

Sobbing. “What? Who’s there?” Marian looks around, but no one is there, not even by the barrier.

I cannot show you yet who I am, but I just want you to know, you are not alone.

“Um, thank you.” With that, a chime went off and food for one popped on the small table in the corner of her room out of nothing.

That must be a powerful witch with all of this automation.

“Yes, mother was the best at the academy.” Marian walks over to the table. She tries the food and it tasted just how it was at her old home. With this thought, tears came back to her eyes.

Hush. You’ll get used to this soon enough. 

“Why can’t I meet you?”

I don’t want to shock you at such a state of mind. Soon.

“Okay. Until that day comes, thank you for being here.” Marian finishes eating and a pitcher of water pops into existence with some glasses. She pours herself a glass and walks back to the bed. Until that day comes, all she can do is read. A few weeks pass, at least from her count on the wall. The mysterious voice talks to her every day. She hopes the mystery can be dispelled sometime soon.

How goes today?

“Fine, just reading some more fairy tales. I guess more girls are put into towers than I previously thought.” Marian flips through a few more pages.

I know you can’t come down, but maybe today, I will come up.

“What? Really?” Marian sits up in excitement and throws the book. “Come up, come up.” She runs over to the door of her prison.

As you wish.

More rumbling comes from within the castle and her tower slightly shakes.

“Where are you? I don’t hear anything coming.” Marian tries to look as far down the staircase as she can through the barrier.

You may want to…look through the window instead.

Marian runs to the window and looks outside. “What, are you?”

Can you not see?

“Yes, but, so the fairytales are true? Are you a dragon?”

The believe since the last time I checked. The dragon flapped her wings and roared into the sky.

“Nice set of lungs. I wish I could fly.” Marian puts her hand on the window. The yearning to be free filled her heart. Something flows from her heart to her hand and Marian’s hand began to glow. The window shattered.

 

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The Novice: Summoner; A Review

I just finished The Novice by Taran Matharu and I need the second book! I couldn’t put this one down. Other than the names, the wording was kind of simple, which is why I think they categorized it under Young Adult, but other than that, the plot was well layed out and I loved it. The characters are well planned out, well, main characters, the secondary ones you think are important at first and think, oh no, we have another Harry, Ron and Hermione on our hands, but then things change. We see Fletcher become friends with a dwarf and an elf and how their relationships actually shape the flow of the plot.

I love the relationship each character has with their demons. Fletcher and Ignatius work amazing together, feeding off each other’s emotions and the fluidity in their movements can only mean their relationship can only go higher from now on. It’s kind of cool how the summoner and the demon become one with their demon with they infuse. I really liked how that was portrayed. I hope to see Othello’s golem grow more; I want to see what he can do. I also think it was important to see Rory’s reaction when Malachite was hurt pretty badly. These demons aren’t just trinkets to pass around, they are an extension of the summoner.

With the ending of the first book, I can’t wait for the second. I love how the first one brought in a few plot points that will be hopefully played out in the second book, if not the third. The second book is called The Inquisition, which can mean any number of things considering the ending of the first. I’m not going to spoil it, but I can’t wait to find out! Even if the Young Adult genre turns you off, I think this is a well written medium between YA and fantasy. The plot and characters are interesting, and I can’t wait for everything to come to fruition. I highly recommend The Novice: Summoner by Taran Matharu.

Dark Souls 3: New Game +

I don’t know how many of you guys care about gaming or Dark Souls 3 for that matter, but I finished Dark Souls 3 and decided to try NG+. I did not expect to be completely op, but I’ll get to that in a moment. New game plus, for those of you who don’t know, can begin after you beat the main quest-line. It’s supposed to have a few new items, harder enemies, and maybe a few other surprises. I never got to it in Dark Souls 2, but I loved Dark Souls 3 so much, I wanted to play it again. (Also waiting for the dlc rumored to come out in September) So far, it’s actually been a little easier than my first time through. I leveled up my weapons, I use katanas and now the exile great sword, to the highest point. I have tried to save all the people I could that sell me things, and I’ve actually defeated most of the bosses on the first go. I have not tried Oceiros, the Champion (the bane of my existence,) or the Nameless King. I killed the Dancer early, don’t know how I was so lucky, and have had pretty good luck with every other boss except the easy ones. Vordt and the dragon slayer armor gave me the most trouble so far. They were rather annoying. NG+ seems to be really easy. It has been kind of fun killing all of the bosses in one go, especially Pontiff. I can’t wait for the DLC, and I will definitely be posting more on that. Have fun and keep playing!

Lorian

Lorian walked across his room. He looked at the clock. He had twenty minutes until the test. He conjured fire above the palm of his hand. It danced across his hand and wound its way around his arm. He could feel the heat on his skin. His family had been fire weavers for generations. Lorian had the genetic talent but every time he manipulated the flames, something pulled from the back of his mind.

The mirror in his room glowed and the surface began to ripple. The surface was pulled in and swirled into a vortex. “Must be time.” Lorian walked over to the mirror and stepped in. He felt his body crack and shatter then put back together in the testing area. He opened his eyes to a giant oval arena. Grey bricks created the walls and pillars lined the edge up to the elders who sat at the other end. Without a word, Dinaria raised her hand and bodies across the floor twitched. Cracks and pops filled the air as the bodies came to life. The rumors were true, she could bring the dead back to life.

“Begin.” One of them called from across the area as all the bodies turned to him and ran. Some were missing arms, some their heads, but all of them went after Lorian. He ran through the reanimated. One of them grabbed the cloth on his shoulder, but gasped as flames scorched anywhere they touched. It was a defense spell he created. Lorian called forth fire balls in both of his hands and threw them in every direction. Each one hit a body and burned it instantly to ash.

He threw as many as he could, but the reanimated kept coming. Bodies dug out of the ground around him to add to the numbers. He was overwhelmed. He had to try and destroy them all at once. Lorian concentrated the fire to his hands, taking the energy from the air and molding it into the fire. He hadn’t completely perfected this yet, but he had to try. He could feel his finger tips tingle as the flames licked his skin. As the bodies surrounded and bound onto him, he placed his hands on the ground.

Fire erupted from the ground all around him, vaporizing all of the dead, even those coming from underground, but something happened. A needle pierced his chest and his defenses fell, leaving his body to be a feast for the fire. He screamed as the flames he had worked with all his life turned on him and began to lick his flesh. Lorian could feel his skin being seared off. He screamed in agony. His mind barely held on as the pain increased and his body gave in.

Lorian woke up in his bed. The last thing he remembered was the flames consuming him. He tried to move his arms. A pain shot up his left side, but his right arm seemed to be okay. He couldn’t see out of his right eye. He tried to touch the right side of his face, but bandages covered it. He didn’t know what was happening. A guttural scream emanated from him.

“Lorian? Lorian what’s wrong?” His father entered his room.

“What happened?” He stared at his father. It was weird only using one eye.

“You used the flame wave and something happened. It’s being investigated, but right now they think you were tampered with in that exact moment when you were at your most vulnerable. Someone drained your flame aura and the fire turned on you. It happens, but right now just worry about healing up. We will find whoever did this to you, to my son.” Lorian’s father looked out the window above his head. He felt like his dad was more hurt by the fact someone would dare hurt his progeny more than caring about Lorian’s welfare. Anger burned in his chest.

“Other than parts of me in pain, I seem to be fine.” Lorian moved his head to look at the ceiling. His father looked back down at him, then left. He raised his right hand and tried to conjure a flame. Nothing came to him. A cold sensation drifted out from his chest. He tried to look at his chest. A bandage was wrapped around him. Something black began to seep into the cloth. It was cold. He tried to move the bandage down. A black aura shielded his chest and continued to grow. “Great.” Lorian didn’t even try to block out the new aura. He fell back to sleep.

“Lorian, what are you doing?” His father came in to see if he wanted dinner. Instead, he found Lorian floating above his bed. The dark aura was complete. “Lorian. No. No! Not my son. Please.” His father was too afraid to come any closer. Lorian wasn’t a fire weaver anymore. His father knew this aura, Lorian was of the shadow born now.

Something’s Brewing

“What do we have here?” Bill looked at another crime scene. The only evidence linking the first murder and the truck stop ones were the slit throats and finding them with their pants around their ankles. He was lucky with the ring before. As Bill looked at the body, he felt like something was wrong. The eyes weren’t glazed over, his mouth wasn’t in a smile. Something different went down here he thought.

“Officer Walsh, good to see you. Single homicide. Male. 25 it seems. Just like the others, that’s why we called you.” The woman officer told him. Bill bent to look at the face and down the body. He probably would’ve been good in bed. He notices there isn’t anything around his genitals. They’re perfectly clean. No lube, not a condom in sight. Not like the other crime scenes.

“Was there any kind of lube or maybe a condom in the trash?”

“Nope. He was exactly like this when we found him. Why?”

“I can’t explain it right now, but I don’t think this is connected with the others.”

“It’s the same MO.”

“Maybe. I need a blood screening to double-check everything is the same. Have the labs run the same tests and have them call me when they’re done. I’ll let you know my findings once they know.” Bill stood up to leave. He checked his phone. Derek had sent a picture, of him making dinner naked for the both of them with “Get here before it get’s cold.” text under it. He wanted nothing more that to go home and ravage his body. “I’ll call you.” He said as he slipped out to his police car. “Just leaving a scene. Something new popped up. Can’t wait to eat you.” He sent with a picture of his uniform partially unbuttoned. Bill didn’t know why, but he was crazy for him.

Bill drove home as quickly as he could. He couldn’t wait to get home to Derek. Maybe he should ask if Derek wants to move in with him Bill thought as he pulled into the drive way. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He didn’t bother knocking and just went right in. He took off his gun belt and placed it on the table in the entryway.

“Dinner is ready, so get your sweet ass in here.” Derek called from the kitchen.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Work was crazy.” Bill said as he walked into the kitchen buck naked.

“I see you joined in the no clothes party.”

“I never liked them anyway.” Bill said and kissed Derek, his hand sneaked down and he grabbed Derek’s ass.

Mmm. “No. Eat first, then you can play.” Derek slapped Bill in the chest playfully and went to pull his chair out at the table. “After you.”

“Thanks.” Bill sat in the chair. Derek brought the food and sat across from him. Bill began eating.

“So, what did you find?” Derek asked between bites.

“Another death. This time it’s exactly like what you do, but I feel like there are some slight differences.” Bill looked at him. Derek had fed today, but he made sure it was way out of town. “He was 25, not really your type from the previous kill…feedings, but it had the same MO. Was it you?”

“The description doesn’t ring a bell. You may get a call from out of town though.”

“Great, now I have two killers on the loose.”

“Hey, I’m doing this for you.” Derek finished and got up to take care of the dishes. Once Bill was done, he took his plate over to the sink and hugged Derek’s body from behind.

“I’m sorry.” Bill said and his hands began to roam across Derek’s body.”

“It’s okay, I just don’t want to hurt you, so others die. It would’ve happened anyway. I just don’t know how to feel about this other person. What excuse do they have?” Derek said and moved his soapy hands onto Bill’s.

“Depends, I’ve never dealt with a copy cat before.”

 

 

Paint

The Daily Post


“You sure you need to do this?” The woman asked Belvadeu.

“If you want your memory to live on permanently, yes.” Belvadeu put the blade to her hand and pressed lightly. A thin line of blood rose to the surface. He turned her hand so the beautiful fluid dripped into all of his colors. He already pre-tinted them, so the color of paints wouldn’t change.

“I think my family will love it. How long will this take?” The woman asked, squeezing the last drops into the last cup.

“A few hours. I have some birds outside the window, or look at the sea. It’ll be over before you know it.” Belvadeu set her up on the chair, moved her to the position he wanted, and moved to his easel. With some of the blood he collected from her hand, he painted a circle with some symbols in it. The blood dried quickly. Once the circle was set, he began to paint.

“Ow.” The woman put her hand up to her head but put it back down. Belvadeu had just finished the outline of her head. He continued his work. They all reacted this way. It wasn’t his fault siphoning off the soul hurt a bit. At least he won’t take all of it. Only a tiny piece. He wonders what part of her will be trapped in his canvas forever.

“Don’t worry ma’am. Just look out the window and the waves will soothe the mind.” He continued to paint. The wind-chime outside began to ring. The spell was working. He just needed to finish up quickly before the euphoria wore off. Belvadeu finished her face and began working on her body. He loved painting the heart. It always brought the whole thing together.

He finished the painting just as the chime stopped ringing. Another masterpiece finished. “Just need to let this dry, I’ll have my servant drop it off tomorrow. Anything special for the frame?”

“Just a normal wooden one please. Dark finish. Thank you.” The woman got up, moved her hand over her stomach, but left his studio. It’ll pass. The side affects always do after a couple of days. And once that painting is in your house. The real fun begins.

Just last week, a man who bought a painting from him committed suicide. Poor thing. He didn’t know what he was doing. His mind wasn’t all there. The painting had replaced him, you see? He came home one night to find a man who looked exactly like him sitting and eating with his family. It drove him insane. A couple of days later, his wife noticed something odd about the painting, and the copy went into a rage. Killed all of them and melted away. The actual husband was found a few days after in the river. Everyone figured he killed them then himself. It was the scandal of the decade.

Belvadeu wanted to see what a woman could do.

What do you Want

“A ring?” Derek asked, but stopped moving for a split second.

“Yup. And the deceased was single, so we know it wasn’t his.” Bill said and looked at Derek. The ring was at the lab now for testing, but he thinks it belonged to Mr. Sampson.

“Where else could it have come from?” Derek looked up to Bill with a smile. He wonders if Bill has made the connection yet. The table was square and small enough for Derek to find Bill’s foot. He continued to eat and sneak his foot up Bill’s leg. Bill’s face noticeably changed with the contact.

“We are thinking it might be from the killer for some reason. Either to make connection between the victims, or to wave their hand in our faces. Screaming ‘come find me,’ from a distance. It bugs me.” Bill looked to Derek, but finished eating.

“You never now. They might’ve just left it on accident.” Derek continued moving his foot up until it was in Bill’s fiery crotch. He finished eating and looked up to Bill. Bill was staring at him. “What?”

“I just can’t keep my eyes off you.” Bill moved his chair back and got up. He placed the dishes in the sink and began washing them. Derek brought his over as well. When he placed them down, he wrapped his hands around Bill and hugged him.

“I love the feel of your skin on my back, but I think something.” Bill pushed his ass out. “Wants some attention.”

“Oh really? I think I can help with that.” Derek got on his knees behind Bill. He spread bill’s cheeks and Bill spread his legs a little bit so Derek had a little more to work with.

“Oh! God you’re good at that. I hope you ate today because I fucking need you.” Bill continued washing dishes and Derek’s hand sneaked up his groin. “Oh! Yes. Faster. I think this is the most fun I’ve had washing dishes.” Bill said as he finished putting the last one in the drying rack. “Come here.” Derek stopped licking and stood up.

“What? Didn’t you like that?” Derek asked and put his hand on Bill’s peck, playing with his nipple.

“Yes, come with me?” Bill grabbed Derek’s hand and moved towards the stairs for his room.

“Of course.” Derek held on and followed Bill to his room. When they got there, Bill pushed Derek on the bed and straddled his lap. Derek was wearing only his gym shorts and a thin tank top. Bill was wearing nothing. Derek had never seen Bill like this, but he liked it. He could be in control for once. “Oh god.” Bill had just ground his ass onto Derek’s lap.

“You like that?” Bill said and moved his hips, grinding on Derek again.

“Oh god yes. Where has this guy been?” Derek moaned.

“You like being dominated? You like it when a guy takes control over every. Single. Move.” Bill ground his hips to make emphasis of his point.

“Yes. God I want you.”

“And I want this.” Bill said and groped Derek.

“Fucking take it.”

Bill got off Derek and grabbed onto his shorts. Derek lifted his hips to let Bill take them off. With his shorts off, Bill pushed Derek back again and straddled him. He looked into Derek’s eyes as he pushed his ass down on Derek, taking him in slowly, but all at once.

“Oh fuck Bill, ride me.”

Unh! “Yes.” Bill began working his hips even more one Derek. “Oh fuck. Yes. Do you know where that ring came from?” Bill continued to ride Derek, but stared into his eyes.

Mmmm. “Yes.” Derek looked into bills eyes, wrapped his arms around him and rolled over so he was on top.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Where is it from?” Bill couldn’t stop himself from moaning really loud from the new angle.

“Patrick.” Derek said and picked up his pace. It’s been a while since he was on top.

“Faster. Who’s Patrick?” Bill said and wrapped his legs around Derek, pulling him farther in.

“Patrick Sampson. The guy who lived next door. Fuck. Such a kinky man. Couldn’t stop spanking me.” Derek looked into Bill’s eyes. He knew he was close, but wanted Bill to finish first.

“I’ll have to remember, oh god yes! That you liked to be spanked. God, fuck it out of me.”

“Do it for me baby. Come on.” Derek went a little harder, pushing all of Bill’s buttons.

“Oh god!” Bill and Derek said at the same time.

“Fuck, that was good. You need to top more often.” Bill said and kissed Derek. “Oh, by the way. Don’t even think about leaving the city. You just became my prime suspect.” Bill put his hand behind Derek’s head to kiss him harder.

“Mmm, good luck. You won’t be able to place me at the scene. No evidence. No witnesses. No conviction. And if you ever try to wear a wire or record me, I’ll just..” His voice changed. “Change my voice, and I’ll bring you down instead. Got me?” Derek said and pumped one last time into Bill.

“I got it. Trust me. I don’t want you going anywhere.” Bill said and fell back on the bed. He began to snore.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you either.” Derek said and moved out to cuddle Bill. “I’ll just need to feed more because of you.” He fell asleep.

A Second

Derek’s eyes flutter open. What time is it? He looked at his phone. 5:44pm, and a message from Bill. Great, wasted the day away. At least I had fun. “Long day at work. Eat and come over for the night?” Bill said with a winky face at the end. What has happened to me? Derek texted back yes please, and got up. He picked out his favorite shorts and mesh crop-top. Time for hunting. He left the house and decided to try a rest stop.

He stopped his car and got out. It was so small, but a couple other cars were outside. Derek entered the men’s restroom. Two guys were at the urinals. No walls blocked the men. Derek went to the one in between them, unzipped and took a piss. He looked at the other two guys while they finished but didn’t hide away. “Well guys, are you going to just stand there wanking your dicks, or are you going to do something about that?” Derek said and pushed his short down a bit more, showing the top of his ass.

“Think a boy like you can handle all this?” The man on his right asked, shaking his prick around.

“You can’t even imagine what I can handle.” Derek got on his knees to work on the guy on his right.

“Hey now, don’t forget about me.” The guy on his left stepped up right to his face.

Mmm. “Someone’s a little impatient.” Derek switched to the other guy. Moving from one to the other. Derek moved his ass up some towards the guy on the right. The guy grabbed onto the shorts and pulled them down. Derek didn’t wear anything underneath.

“Perfect. And so smooth.” The man rubbed all over his ass, pressing a bit with his finger to go inside.

Mmmm. Derek moaned as the man pressed farther in.

“I think he likes it.” The man pushed another finger inside and moved them around. Derek’s eyes began to change to a dull golden color. Eating two for the price of one was all the more sweeter. The guy got impatient so he tried something a bit harder from behind. Derek could tell both were hot and ready, their energy throbbing. He was draining them dry as they fucked from both ends. As both men finished, Derek’s eyes grew bright gold and he went for it. Neither men realized what had happened till it was too late. Blood flowed down their necks.

Derek licked at the wounds for a bit, his eyes slowly turning a dull red as always. Satiated with his efforts, he left to go to Bills. He texted his mom he was going over to a friends, just to cover that base. He secretly hoped Bill had tomorrow off. Derek parked in front of Bill’s house and got out. He went up to the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in. It’s unlocked.” Bill called from inside. Derek opened the door and immediately was swept away with the smell of something delicious.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked as he entered the kitchen and stopped cold. Bill was at the stove with only an apron on. He could see red hair covering Bill’s beautiful ass. “I hope food isn’t the only thing on the menu tonight.” Derek licked his lips and went up behind Bill.

“Of course I’m also on the, oh! Menu.” Bill continued to cook as he felt something warm and wet between his cheeks. Bill was making parmesan chicken. He wasn’t sure if Derek liked it, but wanted to make something for him anyway.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“It’s done. God, are you hungry or just want me?” Bill moaned but didn’t want Derek to stop.

Mmmm. “Some food would be nice. I’m actually famished.” Derek got up from behind Bill and hugged him. “Look at my man, cooking just for me.” Derek kissed Bill on the neck.

“Your man huh?” Bill asked, turning around. He smiled at Derek as he saw the panic light in Derek’s beautiful eyes. “I’m kidding. But I do need to take the chicken out or it will be really dry.” Bill broke away from Derek to open the stove.

“I guess I’ll get the table set.” Derek slapped Bill’s ass and moved to get the plates but didn’t know where to start.

“Top cupboard on the left. Close to the fridge.”

“Thanks.” Derek laughed and grabbed two. He set them down at the table, while Bill brought the rest. Derek watched as Bill put everything on the table and took off his apron. He whistled.

“Down boy. There will be plenty of time to play after we eat.” Bill started filling his plate.

“True. You better be ready to go all night.” Derek snickered and also began to fill his plate. “How was work?” He asked as he ate the chicken.

“Interesting. I was called into another scene. Another male killed, just like your neighbor actually. Throat slit, practically naked. But we did find something I think is a bit odd.” Bill looked at Derek but continued eating.

“What was that?” Derek said without looking up from his plate.

“A ring.”

 

Sanctuary

The Daily Post


Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Coming! Just give me a second.” Alex moved from behind the desk to open one of the two giant doors. It creaked as it was pushed. “May I help you?”

“Food. And Shelter. Please.” The kid fell to his knees. The cloak fell from around his head and the boy was the most fair being Alex had ever seen.

“Come in child. What ails you.” Alex beckoned him in and noticed dark clouds forming in the distance.

“Thank you sir. My family said to come here if anything were to happen.”At this point the child had also raised its hand so Alex could see the ring on his finger. It was the crest of Ingris.

“Oh my, no. Come in. Come in.” He looked to the clouds that were raging towards them. “We must talk inside. As soon as the child was through the threshhold, Alex closed the heavy door. The enchantments reinvigorated as the seal is redone. “What happened?”

The child sat down. “They are all gone. My family. The servants. Everyone. They drew the flag of the Blanished, but they weren’t. I don’t know who would try such a guise, but here were are. I am…the last…of my kind…” He began to sob at the end of this. Alex went up and put his arm around the boy.

“There, there. You are safe now. You and every other child of the myths created through time. Some even before. Let’s get you something warm to drink, eh?” Alex took the child’s hand and guided him to the kitchen for some hot cocoa. The boy continued to sob while they walked. As they entered the kitchen, a medium sized cat, no, woman, no, something was at the island.

“What’s sad, and pale, with just a bit of rouge on its cheeks?” The cat thing said.

“Ahh, Angelique. Nice to see you. This is the prince I believe, of the Ingris family. He’s the last I’m afraid, kind of like you.” Alex went to put the kettle on.

“Welcome fair creature, much like I, we’re alone.” She put a paw close to his hand. Fur and blissfully white. A budding friendship in this drab and dreary sanctuary.