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This is a wide story category, catering for stories with a Supernatural / Non-Human theme.

These are often associated with paranormal and occult ideas. Stories to be placed in here include those relating to Vampires, Fantasy Worlds, Ghosts, Aliens, Triffids or anything else the imagination may conjure up.

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Blackhawk Hall Ch. 04

Christi and Ari out on the town while Mindblind is on the march to Darius.

Arilee and Christi walked through the massive double doors of Blackhawk Hall into the cobblestone courtyard beyond. Both were dressed to impress, and the effect was not lost on the guards flanking the door. Christi turned around after a few steps, knowing that the guards would be looking, and winked. The men both quickly lifted their eyes from the sway of the women's bottoms, provoking a...Read On

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Blackhawk Hall Ch. 03

First taste of a woman as the mystery grows.

Arilee and Christi broke from their kiss. Christi shivered and softly moaned, "Oh, that was good." Arilee giggled and blushed. "Really?" "Oh gods – yes. Your lips are so soft. It made me tingle all over.” The Duchess then twirled her fingers through the blonde curls on Arilee’s mound and asked, “Would you like me to trim your hair down there for you?" Arilee nodded, and Christi patted...Read On

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Blackhawk Hall Ch. 02

Cerebus prepares for a journey while Christi helps Ari explore her feelings.

The Duke and Duchess had just dressed after bathing when Arilee walked into the bath room. She marveled for a moment that there was no evidence of the battle that had occurred there only a short time before. She found that she had to concentrate to maintain her composure in light of Christi wearing only a thin nightshirt, and Cerebus clad in only a pair of cotton pants. "Excuse me –...Read On

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Blackhawk Hall Ch. 01

A new servant joins the staff at Blackhawk Hall.

Heads turned when the door to the servants' common in Blackhawk Hall opened and a blonde woman entered, looking somewhat unsure of what she was supposed to be doing. Her face bespoke youth, still having an unmistakable softness that would fade with age. She smiled nervously as all eyes in the room fell upon her, a deepening flush in the cheeks framing that smile served to make her look...Read On

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She's Leaving Home... (Bye Bye...)

More Twists Than Turns!

Our Consuela... (And she was.) But her freedom granted her an abandon she couldn't handle. Think about it. You mortals are not that different from us, really. Imagine being unanswerable. Imagine never having to apologize or explain. Imagine just being able to do what you want. That is what it's like for us, but with that comes a kind of responsibility. One shouldn't draw attention....Read On

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The Witch and the Mermaid

A witch stumbles upon a beautiful mermaid

This is the story about when I found out I was a witch. This happened on my eighteenth birthday. Lots of interesting things happened all around me. I'll go into all the events that happened. My name is Agatha and I just turned eighteen years old. I recently found out that I’m a witch. Both my parents were witches, and I came into my powers on my birthday. My parents are deceased, and I'd...Read On

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Casting Off Convention (Pt. 2 of 2)

Already flying in the face of a societal norm, Christi discovers another she wants to cast off.

Christi and Rochelle both rose early, feeling quite refreshed from the unbroken sleep. They aided the men who were chosen to cook, and the smell of breakfast soon roused the camp. The company set out once more, moving at a slightly quicker pace this time. Well rested now, the former captives were better able to keep up. Rochelle told stories about her time as a mercenary, making the...Read On

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Casting Off Convention (Pt. 1 of 2)

Already flying in the face of a societal norm, Christi discovers another she wants to cast off.

Christi flipped her dark ponytail back over her shoulder with a sigh, and leaned up against the side of the building, where she had been for quite some time. Wrinkling her nose and shaking her head a bit did nothing to chase away the smell of sweat and animals that hung over the wagon yard. She was drenched in sweat – her clothing starting to cling to her – and she was ready to give up...Read On

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Twists, (and Turns) Among The Wampyr

Life is complicated... Even for the Undead...

San Francisco, if you know it well, is a 24 hour city. Like our kind, the city never sleeps. Karen and I sit in a darkened booth in the far corner of a members club, very select, you understand. Soft music plays, a susurrus of distant conversation reaching us as the assembled mortal throng describe their day. You'd know some of them. "$100 a gramme, but it's not cut and I say that as...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr, (Part II) Venezia.

Death In Venice? Not Quite...

Ever been to Venice?  It stinks. I don't mean in the American way, I mean literally. It fucking hums like an old lady knitting on a rocking-chair.  To YOU I mean. Not to us! To us it smells beautiful. To us it smells like what it is, a city with a past. The Floating City, The City Of Masks, La Dominante... Or simply Venezia, as the Contessa calls it... Nice place. You should go there. But...Read On

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Carter's Exploits part three: The Dirty Mob Boss Girl

The true effects of her presence hits him when his baby is gone for a few weeks.

Two Weeks Later It had been too long for Carter to go without Julia. He had barely managed to masturbate in the time she had been away. It just wasn't the same. Her fleshy folds around his cock. The feel of her juices as they exploded on his length. Her strangled screams as she shattered atop him. It made him throbbing hard and needy for the real thing that instant. "I miss you,...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr... (Part I)

The Dark Lord Stefan celebrates Her birthday...

"369, The Goose Drank Wine, The Monkey Chewed Tobacco On The Streetcar line..." It was her birthday. The Dark Lord rose, the old rhyme humming in his head as he scented her upon the night air. The scent of her yes, but also the smells as she prepared herself to allow him to take her into the night in celebration. The Almond Butter she used to dress her curls, the ancient Florentine perfume...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Sandcastles

Written with love for a pretty girl

Golden sun covered the turquoise sea, white waves brushing the sand heading out from the line where she knelt, scooping great pits there just below where the fluffy white stuff I was sat upon merged with the firm apron of beige. Oblivious to those around her, she worked at her play, building with her chosen medium. I watched her from the lazy comfort of our sheet, spread upon the heated...Read On

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Soul Tormented By Kavya's Virgin Holes Till

Tortured spirit finally find solace with virgin Kavya left bruised from this encounter.

It was 5:42 which left Kavya two hours to sleep and sweep off this night. She let her body fall on the cold bed and closed her eyes. Soon, everything came back... She was in her room, combing her silky hair while contemplating her exposed body in the mirror. She loved the way her long hair covered her full breasts and deliberately parted her legs to look at her insides. She has never been a...Read On

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Claimed

It was time that she became what she was meant to be, his.

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...Read On

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For the Love of Kaylee

I watched in horror as the two wolves tore the young deer in half and was surprised I was turned on.

My name was Kaylee Jeffery, an average nineteen year old student from Boston studying Drama in Southern California. The weather here was a lot warmer than it was back home. I mean it was mid January and I was able to go out in a thin jacket. One bright sunny day with a chill in the air, I took a walk into the woods and gazed in awe at the tall, towering leafless trees. A twig snapped in half...Read On

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Black Bottle Blues

A new way to cope

I never really planned on spending my last few hours on this fucked up planet in another pub, an empty .45 colt on the dark cherry wood of the bar, a half drunk bottle of whiskey shining in the dim light, five years sober down the can. The bartender had nearly pissed himself when I sauntered in. All right, it was more like stumbling in. Blame it on the holes leaking shiny red stuff all...Read On

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Under the Full Moon

Passion, lust…love

A vampire can only reproduce on a Friday the 13th, under a full moon, and the female has to be a virgin. Passion, lust…love; it doesn’t matter the kind of fuck, as long as the female becomes impregnated. We’re prepared for it during our schooling, but it could happen at any age in our lives, provided we are sixteen or over, and that it’s the right date and moon cycle. Of course, we never get...Read On

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Sylph Esteem

Matt's been having a rough time of it, but good deeds pay sweet dividends.

People had finally gotten the hint. Matthew finished his walk alongside the gravel road, having not found so much as a cigarette butt or gum wrapper. It was a far cry from two years ago when the roadside and the valley below had been littered with trash bags and discarded appliances. His cameras providing evidence of the people littering on the property had allowed the police to track down...Read On

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Editor's Pick

London's Burning

One trip to London brings love, fire, romance and heartbreak.

From inside the pressurised, air-conditioned solitude and comfort of the black cab, my feet alighted at last on the wet street. Damp was something London did well. My bones shivered in their skin to feel the heavy weight of the city's gloom on them once more; it was not a feeling I relished. I looked up, casting my eyes about the grey and ominous sky with trepidation. There was a large...Read On

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Blind My Eyes- Chapter 3

How it all began...

CHAPTER 3  ORIGINS  Before there were any supernatural beings on earth, there existed only the Creator and his legion of angels. Lucifer was above all other angels in heaven. His appearance was beautiful and striking. He embodied perfection and radiated light and glory. He was the chief commander and worked in the throne room of God. One day, God had a private meeting...Read On

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Blind My Eyes- Chapter 2

One body, two souls...

~oOo~  V A L E N T I N A   Theo was growing more hostile by the second. I was paralyzed with fear because I had never seen his face transform this way. “Back away from me!” “I just…” “I said, stay back!” he furiously raged, his eyes glowing with danger. I watched the dark spider veins fade in and out around his cheekbones. It looked like he was struggling to fight against...Read On

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The Apocalypse... Or Is It?

The end of the world is never what we could ever imagine it to be

The winds howled through the night, its high pitched screech squealing through the shattered windows on the very top of the skyscraper. Desolate and decrepit, the building looked like it had been many years since it was last tended to by man. Bricks were crumbling, the walls pockmarked with so many bullet holes and stains of dried flecks of blood smearing the dull paint. Yet, the world...Read On

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The Manor

A curious writer uncovers historical and personal truths.

It was supposed to be a typical Saturday morning for Scott.Typical meant getting an extra three hours of REM sleep and waking up at noon to find that the girl he had picked up from the club last night had gone missing. If he had wrecked her panties as well, one of his Armani Exchange boxers would sometimes disappear with the chick. Typical was ideal. However, all that was relegated to...Read On

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In That Moment

“ You can't save her Paul. You need to understand this. No matter how much you want it to happen, no matter how hard you try to make it happen, you can't stop it. Clara can't be brought back. This is not what I'm offering you. I'm sorry.” Paul sat on the sofa and leaned forward burying his face in his palms. He breathed through his fingers and then sobbed once...but his tears had dried up...Read On

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Second Chances

Have you ever wondered if you could spend another moment with your first love even if they're dead?

It was mid - January, the air below minus two, when I entered the park around ten to midnight after doing a busy nine hour shift at the convenience store. I pulled up the hood of my green puffa jacket over my head and walked deeper into the fog that miraculously appeared out of nowhere. I saw the outline of the lake in front of me so I thought and walked on. I suddenly felt afraid as the...Read On

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The Bringer

A young woman has to deal with a promise her father made.

December roared like a lion, and I would be glad to see the back of this year, 1782. The death of my father had hit the family hard, our livelihood threatened by squabbling over his will. My mother had taken to her bed, and I had been recalled from tuition at my aunt’s house upon the East Coast to reunite with my mother and my six sisters for the festive season. The carriage seemed to...Read On

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The Mystery of The Abandoned Manor

Tormented by bizarre dreams about an ancient manor, a young woman decides to investigate

Alisha listened intently as her grandmother related the old legend that linked her family and Pierre de la Rochelle. No matter how many times this story had been told to her, she never got tired of it. Each time she would visit the elderly woman, the latter would talk about her ancestors and the once prestigious lord of French origin, Pierre de la Rochelle. “He was successful, envied by...Read On

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Immortal Sins, Part three

Max “Gone? Where will you go?” I ask, as I stand in the doorway to Ella’s kitchen. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know yet. Wherever life takes me, I guess.” I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing her. I couldn’t stand the thought of being left alone. I have to convince her to stay. A desperate surge comes over me and I walk up to her as she takes a sip...Read On

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For You, Father

Tonight, a priest must guard his own soul instead...

“Father…” came the whisper, soft as a feather, warm as honey. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end. Was there a power outage? Not even the amber stars of a midsummer’s night could be seen through the drafty parsonage window. With uncertain hands I groped for the bedside...Read On