Hey Guys, so my back story is a bit longer and more complicated than my dear friend Skylar’s so bear with me. Okay, so my name was Piper Pierce, and you are not gonna believe how I ended up making a deal with the actual devil. Seriously. So, I grew up in this super normal house right outside Salt Lake. Every Sunday, it was the same drill: pile into the minivan, Dad driving, Mom doing the hair check thing, my little sis an...

I woke up after my talk with Tat watching me in a room for recovering patients, and, day one, all I could do was sit up in bed. By day four, I could stand without screaming. By day five, I was walking with a limp and a lot of swearing. Tat stayed with me the whole time, only leaving when Morrigan forced her to attend classes. I could tell she didn’t want to go, but I also knew the academy didn’t care how close we were. I...

I never imagined my worst fate would be running out of clean socks on a Monday morning. My alarm screamed at 6:15 a.m., and I smashed it into submission before it could demand another groan. Rolling out of bed, I discovered I had precisely zero pairs of clean underwear, which felt uncomfortably prophetic. My apartment was only marginally larger than the closet I’d rented freshman year, but at least it was mine, chaotic, c...

I blinked awake, the dawn’s soft glow slipping through the curtains and brushing against my face. Tat was there beside me, her dark hair tousled against the pillow, lips slightly parted as she slept. This was our sanctuary, even if the world outside couldn’t know. I reached out, fingertips grazing her cheek, savoring the quiet moment before the chaos of the day. She stirred, those familiar green eyes opening, meeting mine...

I woke up to a warmth that felt so foreign yet comforting. For a moment, I was disoriented, blinking away sleep as my surroundings came into focus. Soft light filtered in through heavy curtains, casting a dim glow across the room. Laura’s arm was draped over me, her body pressed against mine, the scent of her skin mingling with the smell of the previous night’s passion. It was intoxicating and overwhelming all at once. My...

Laura’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as she led me to the center of the room, where strange crystals glimmered softly in the candlelight, their edges casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense, a heady mix of sandalwood and something darker, almost intoxicating. “Now, Mistress,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, “the first lesson in controlling dark magic is harnessin...

I sat in the Academy’s cafeteria, staring at the untouched food in front of me, still shaken from everything Frank had told me. The room around me was alive with laughter, clattering plates, and the hum of conversation, but all of it felt distant, like I was in a bubble. The savory smell of roasted meats and herbs barely registered as I sat there, lost in thought, trying to make sense of it all—darkness. My Affinity was d...

The morning sun washed over the vast grounds of the Royal Mages Academy as I stood at its gates, my stomach doing anxious flips. The towering walls of the academy rose before me like some enchanted fortress, its white stone shimmering in the light as if alive with magic. Runes and vines—intricate and elegant—decorated the surface, pulsing faintly, as if they had secrets to whisper if I stared long enough. I adjusted my ba...

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of birds chirping. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden light across the landscape. My dreams last night felt empty and devoid of thought, just those words resonating in my head like a frozen TV screen. Maybe I’m still in some kind of matrix, and all of this isn’t real. I stretched and yawned, watching the mist rise from the water and seeing the misty outline o...

I found myself floating in a dark void, seemingly naked, my tall body fully visible to the nothingness around me. I couldn’t see, smell, or hear anything. The temperature was perfect—not too hot, not too cold. My body reacted to my thoughts, my hands moving as I willed them. Glancing down, I noticed my flaccid cock, strangely relaxed. There was no excitement, no pain—just a sense of calm comfort. But then, a bright light...