Shadowsblade Dead Ringer
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Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. To all my readers, thanks for your posts. I do read each one and some of the ones posted recently, they added to my ideas on where to go in long term plot ideas! So keep posting and thinking out there! Copyright ©2018 by Shadowsblade All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by...
Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. To all my readers, thanks for your posts. I do read each one and some of the ones posted recently, they added to my ideas on where to go in long term plot ideas! So keep posting and thinking out there! Copyright © 2016 by Shadowsblade All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by...
Poe cottage---my room The first rays of sunlight just shoot into my window and my eyes snap open with them hitting my face. My legs then spring me to standing up and the meditation mat I was just sitting on gets kicked back under the bed. 'Great it's finally Saturday, that ride I have been waiting for is here now!' are the only thoughts running through my brain. After I had run down the hall, got a quick shower then came back to my room. I was dwelling over what to wear today!...
Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. In this part, Rohanna lays parts of her past to rest and more will come in the chapters that follow. This one chapter only contains one of the four funerals that come in her life, so suddenly and all at that same time! I hope that my readers love this part? I seem to have lost some of you with the last 2 postings? for some reason? To all my readers,...
Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. To all my readers, thanks for your posts. I do read each one and some of the ones posted recently, they added to my ideas on where to go in long term plot ideas! So keep posting and thinking out there! Copyright © 2016 by Shadowsblade All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by...
Dead Ringer by Torrent In this sequel to "Jewels in Her Crown ," thedeadly dildo finally gets a workout — and a familiar blonde's gooseis cooked. -------- The card attached to the gift box was brief: "Wearit. See you at 6." Samantha Guilfoyle smiled. It was just like him, she thought. A man of fewwords. Big, strong, handsome, and with the dick of a champion bull. She wasa sucker for — and of — big dicks. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside, nestled in...
Note: This story is set in Maggie Finson's Whateley Academy Universe This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity. Canon stories may be found at crystalhall.org http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Table_of_Contents This is a edited version of the last post --cut in half so its not so big -- with added content This is part #2 and to the authors of this universe --I just barrowed your characters and I hope...
Shadowsblade is back! Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. In this part! she goes shopping, but not all is well and bloody Boston is the place! -------------------------------------------------------------- Saturday February 17 5:20 am Whateley Academy - Poe cottage I walk out of Doyle, to greet the sun coming up and a great day to come! I now feel totally relaxed now. I got that need.....to wreck something out of my system! With a...
Monday March 19, 3:00 pm Poe cottage Well it's time, after my door gets closed and I run down the hallway to Poe's front door to port off to Shuster hall for a very stupid MID-MCO interview. Better known to most students, as 'the grilling!' Mr. Reilly, had one of his legal personal run me through a whole slue of laws on this last night and e-mailed me even more on the subject. I studied that info hard, as I wanted to know all these new laws that could get me more than jailed, I...
Saturday, March 10 7:05 am Doyle medical center--intensive care center My eyes scrape open in pain, to see a blurry sight before me and when they clear up a little better. I notice a small form sitting on my rising and falling chest, "Hey little one? What happened?" I croak out very tired and in deep pain from my wounds. Violet's small face shoots up, to gaze at me and she starts to cry to me, "You got hurt again and it's my fault!" "No," I groan again, to her small tear covered...
Note: This story is set in Maggie Finson's Whateley Academy Universe This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity. Canon stories may be found at crystalhall.org http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Table_of_Contents This is a edited version of the last post --cut in half so its not so big -- with added content part 2 of this will be added later this week if this works right "lets hope this works out better"...
Note: This story is set in Maggie Finson's Whateley Academy Universe This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity. Canon stories may be found at crystalhall.org http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Table_of_Contents This is Shadowsblade's first day at Whateley meeting new students and getting all set-up for her time at the academy to come. and to the authors of this universe --I just barrowed your...
This part deals with Rohanna's first week at the Academy Thanks to all who left cool reviews and stayed to see how I developed the character and those around her. Just for info please look into these other 2 authors here at Fictionmania Branek and his character --Mel and Nuuan and his character --kelly as both will be teaming up with Rohanna the Drow in 2007 school year as a team written effort. I will add soon to my characters another Vantier to be seen here real soon ...
this part deals with Rohanna's first week at the Academy thanks to all who left cool reviews and stayed to see how I developed the character and those around her. Just for info please look into these other 2 authors here at fictionmania Branek and his character --Mel and Nuuan and his character --kelly as both will be teaming up with Rohanna the Drow in 2007 school year as a team written effort. I will add soon to my characters another Vantier to be seen here real...
Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without! In this part: Rohanna is betrayed and hurt by a person close to her.....but at its end....redemption and forgiveness ---------------------------------------------------------------- As I sat in my room pondering on staying here at Whateley OR if I was going to leave Whateley, OR worse! me jailed or stuck in ARC! Sunday February 18 4:45 am Outskirts of Boston A small chancery of the church A small...
Saturday February 24 11:10 pm Arkham Research Consortium My port from Nikki's house ends at the rather long and beautiful access road leading to ARC. I had just barely seen this spot, from the first days after my change from the complex's cafeteria we all ate in one night. I at that time thought to escape into the woods and leave all this behind. But my trust in Sara at the time was so great, that at her slight instance....I did not leave. Perhaps in the light of what has happened...
Thursday, March 1 4:55 am The Grove---the campus access road Tee-Kay gasps out "Ohhh shit we killed her!" at seeing the sight of the girl smashing into the rock and laying so still. Nitro walks slowly over to the still form and gives it a nudge with his shoe "You okay Rohanna?" he asks unsure if he should even touch her. He hears nothing coming form the still body, not even breathing and that scares him badly! He kneels down at the group of large rocks, rolls the still elf over...
Ringer By Cherysse St. Claire © As always, the characters, places and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely the product of your overactive imagination. I ain't takin' the rap for it, Bud! ***** "Nicole Norman, you have to be out of your mind," I murmured to myself disbelievingly, as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I was in the pink tonight - Shocking Pink to be exact. This was a first for me. Usually, I'm...
The card attached to the gift box was brief: "Wear it. See you at 6." Samantha Guilfoyle smiled. It was just like him, she thought. A man of few words. Big, strong, handsome, and with the dick of a champion bull. She was a sucker for — and of — big dicks. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a two-piece, red, white and blue costume. Emblazoned across the skimpy top was a big red "S." Okay, she thought, I've got the tits for the job....
Author’s Note: NO SEX! The crucial events in this story take place in Wichita, Kansas around 1950. Place and street names are generally accurate with some small amount of poetic license. To set the mood, the big songs that year were: Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, by Gene Autry White Christmas, by Bing Crosby Music! Music! Music! by Teresa Brewer The Third Man Theme, by Guy Lombardo Mona Lisa, by Nat King Cole All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth, by Spike Jones Harbor Lights,...
Authors note: This is a two-part story! Make sure you read Chapter One first for background and context! There have been three times as many reads for Chapter 2 as Chapter 1. THE CORRAL THEATER 1949 I woke up the next morning, more sober than for… I couldn’t remember. But I felt like hell. My hands were shaking and my head felt funny. Gene came in and opened up and gave me a pint, not the best stuff but better that I usually drank. I had this image of me standing there, ripping off the top...
These stories was written as part of a Hopper Swap, where two writers get together and use two story ideas, one from each writer and make them into a story. The other writer on this occasion was SaraH. We had one week to write the story. I've put the story ideas at the end so they don't spoil the story. "I tell you it isn't like that!" shouted Marlene. "Once you get married, it's forever, it's not just until someone else attracts your attention!" "You have no idea what men are...
“Nicole Norman, you have to be out of your mind,” I murmured to myself disbelievingly, as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I was in the pink tonight – Shocking Pink to be exact. This was a first for me. Usually, I’m the ‘classy brunette professional’ type; sophisticated, a little aloof, definitely not easy pickings. My friend Cindy had been on my case for weeks, telling me I needed to loosen up a little, take chances, have more fun. “Try going blonde for a change,” she badgered. “Get a...
THE CORRAL THEATER 1949 I woke up the next morning, more sober than for ... I couldn't remember. But I felt like hell. My hands were shaking and my head felt funny. Gene came in, opened up, and gave me a pint, not the best stuff but better that I usually drank. I had this image of me standing there, ripping off the top and guzzling the bottle down, feeling the hot relief, burning at first, then peace. Instead I put the bottle in a pocket of the overalls, nodded thanks to Gene and mumbled...
Six months later, Fire Bringer had wandered down into West Texas. This was not from any particular plan, rather, it was simply the result of random movement as he practiced his skills and helped people he saw in trouble. One day, he was using his Far Seeing ability to scan the road ahead for trouble when he saw 4 wagons under attack by Comanches. Closer examination showed that these wagons were hauling freight and were pulled by teams of oxen. The teamsters had enough time to form up into a...
The accident had happened near the ranch owned by the elderly couple, so the woman rode in the back of the wagon while Fire Bringer drove it. The woman had been distracted by her concern for her husband, so she did not see what Fire Bringer did to replace the broken wheel. He made extensive use of TK to do the repair, and the job was completed in only a few minutes. There was not much that the medicine of the time could do for the man, so Fire Bringer did not use any of his skills to get to...
Once he was out of sight of the house, Fire Bringer ducked into a secluded alcove and TPed back to Texas to pick up his horse and continue his journey. Fire Bringer had found that he could stow live beings in his storage place and return them without harm, so that was where he often kept his horse. He said to Storm Who Walks, "That was an interesting trip. I had forgotten how loving a family could be. My father was no prize, but he did act as if he loved me, and I know that my mother did...
Clearing up the sex slavery in the whore houses along the USA/Mexico border was a bigger task than Fire Bringer had realized when he started the job. It took about a year to rescue the women and girls and to track down and eliminate all of the criminals involved. When he finished, he had 22 women and 13 girls that their families didn't want and had no place to go. It's amazing how stupid and cruel people can be, even to members of their own family. Oh, well, Fire Bringer realized that it...
The man who appeared to be the doorman turned out to be the manager of the establishment. He was startled by the question, since the subject had never come up before. "Well, I ... Uh ... I suppose that the total will be $50, since there are 5 girls." "OK, here's two double-eagles, since you already got $10 from me. Now, show me where I can get comfortable with these delectable young ladies." "Yes, Senor, please follow me." The man led Fire Bringer and the 5 girls to a room with a...
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 locate every dip and divot on the road, such as my tender frame would be bruised and fragile for weeks to come....
SupernaturalOnce the funeral was out of the way, life at the Flying M Ranch settled into a comfortable routine. Fire Bringer spent a couple of hours each day taking care of ranch business. It was amazing how easy this was when one had the powers he did. He wanted to switch them from depending on longhorns to a more profitable breed of cattle, such as White Faced. To do this, he would have to locate several bulls, so he spent some time with his Far Seeing skill looking for a source where he could purchase...
"The storage place is ready for you to try it out," Storm Who Walks announced with some glee. It was almost as if it had been his idea, the way he was so anxious for Fire Bringer to try it out. "All you have to do is think of the item moving to storage, and it will do so. All you have to do to retrieve an item is to think of it being removed from storage. Try it out with one of your rocks." Fire Bringer imagined a rock he had been working on moving into the storage place. He was not sure...
Fire Bringer and Shadow spent much of their time putting a stop to the stupid actions of both races in making trouble. They weren't always successful in keeping people from getting killed, but they did the best they could. One problem they had was with the Indians and the impenetrable wall of frozen air. On several occasions, they protected Indians from White bullets with such a wall, and the Indians got the idea that it was the clothes they wore which stopped the bullets. Much later on,...
Two men waited on the small ridge ahead of the traveler. Once they knew they had been spotted they slowly climbed down from their striders and moved to take several bundles from the pack strider they had with them. Slowly advancing they also motioned for the female to dismount. Spreading a large tanned hide on the ground they then placed on it several small bundles before opening the cloth to show what was inside. Fresh fruits and vegetables such as were not normally seen in this arid region....
Well, maybe "hurt" wasn't the right word. There was no penetration, but his hand continued to sting for some time from the bullet's impact. "Storm Who Walks, why does my hand hurt so bad, even though the bullet did not penetrate the shield?" "I was just told that what you feel is the residual energy from the bullet. The energy had to go somewhere when your shield stopped the bullet, and it showed up mostly as heat, which you are still feeling. Pour some cool water over your hand, and...
Even though Fire Bringer and Shadow had subdued the major hate groups, they were unable to do much to control the actions of individuals. Negroes were still casually persecuted by many people who didn't even realize what they were doing. Often, what they did was simply a case of unconscious habit—they were treating Negroes the same way they had done when these people were slaves, and skin color overrode everything else. It was a damned stupid way to act, but all people are like that. The...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Fire Bringer spent most of the winter of 1871-72 at the Flying M Ranch, and as much of that time as possible in the company of Maria. Juanita was not surprised, in fact she was expecting it, when the two started talking of making their attachment permanent. They were both 16 years old, or so close that it made no difference, and this was considered marriageable age for both male and female, provided they could afford it. Money was certainly no problem, so Juanita just let nature take its...
We pulled into Deadwood about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. While Sturgis wasn’t that much farther, Laurie’s hands gripping my waist was making me edgy and I knew I needed to stop and blow off some much built up steam. After we checked into the hotel, Laurie jumped in the shower and I took the opportunity to run over to the local grocery store. I strolled through the store quickly, grabbing a bottle of white zinfandel and a couple of the disposable enemas. I had plans for Laurie, even though she...
ReluctanceDead Girls Don't Cry All Souls Day 2008 Story Contest By Maggie Finson All Souls Day kind of sneaked up on Walt Hynes. With a soft, but insistent knocking at his front door at three AM. Turning over in his bed, unhappily without a partner, Walt groaned, stared at the bedside alarm clock and winced as the knocking at the front door got not only louder, but even more demanding. "All...
Bobby's descent out the window was a little bumpy, but he didn't hit anything on the way down. The trip was bumpy because he kept hanging in air and having to push himself down—gravity just had no effect! However, once he was a few inches from the ground, he released his mental control and fell that last little distance. He hit with no more force than if he had originally jumped to the ground from that few inches of height, so he was not jarred by the impact. Bobby detected somebody leaning...
It was in the year of our lord, seventeen-twenty when the Lust sailed from her hideout, El Saqueo la Caleta. The day was sunny with fair winds. She was a one hundred fifty ton, eighty foot vessel that carried one hundred pirates. There were over twenty cannons and a very large cargo space.She had two masts and her main sail could be fitted with either square sails that were best in quartering wind, or fore-and-aft sails for sailing windward. The ship was also rugged enough to cross the Atlantic...
Historical. . . Prologue One hundred years ago, the war against the undead began. No one knows where it originated from, but a virus blossomed somewhere in the USA, spreading so fast that even trying to identify Ground Zero was a fruitless endeavor. The infected would lose all sense of sanity, their memories and feelings eclipsed by madness and a hunger for flesh. The disease took hold through access to the blood stream, most often through bite wounds, completely corrupting the host in a matter of...
Kennedy trailed her oars in the water. Behind her Marian was still breathing hard after their latest run. "That was nice," Marian said, catching her breath. "It was," Kennedy agreed. They'd worked out signals so that Marian could be ready when Kennedy changed pace. The coaches were still having cat fits about Marian not matching Kennedy stroke for stroke, but the "slow it down" admonishment was never going to fly as good coaching advice. "Kennedy," Marian started to say. Kennedy...
THE DEAD KID The dead kid was late again today, and all the class knew what that meant. When the dead kid first showed up, nobody quite knew what to do with it. Debate raged up and down the school system. Meanwhile, the dead kid kept coming every day. So finally they let it stay. By this time, the class had noticed the pattern the dead kid followed. On good days, it came early, moved more smoothly, and acted much more, well, alive. Teachers swore they could almost see the person the...
HorrorThe Dead Kid Returns Part One: Beth's story The dead kid didn't show up for class again today, and nobody knew what that meant. When the dead kid first missed a day, the debate went up and down the schoolyard as to what might have happened to it. But as days went by, and still no sign of it, people started to forget that the dead kid had ever been there. Except one girl.. Her name was Bethany Ann Cooper, and she was there the day when the dead kid had first come to class....
HorrorIn my school years, friends drifted in and out. Fickle fate granted a lifelong few. Afterward, they were temporarily shipmates to a common port of call. Unloaded, we embark to our different shores.I was blessed with a lifelong friend, Julie. We met in grade school.What first attracted us? I can’t remember. I was a protean, rural, Asian of dark complexion who snuck on a public-school bus. She was a pedigree, urbane, freckled girl with almost translucent skin, driven to school from afar by her...
CheatingAs the Earth wheels through space, the vast majority of its inhabitants are oblivious to the eternal war that is about to be reignited. Equinox. Equilibrium - a deadly alignment. The enemy is massing. Not here in our world but in another place, another side that's not parallel, nor a shadow world, although it is dark. It's just… separate, misaligned; two worlds inhabiting the same location but oblivious of each other. Except for the special days of perfect symmetry, when night and day become...
SupernaturalBetter Than Dead By Eve Smith As I turned the corner the girl ran out into the road. I slammed on the brakes and hit her a glancing blow. As if in slow motion she span and then fell to the ground her head hitting a concrete post as she did. I looked through the side window of the car and saw the prone figure of the teenager. Slowly I opened the car door and got out and walked to the girl. I felt for a pulse, there wasn't one. She was dead. From the same trees that the girl had ran...
I discovered snuff porn and gore. God how I lived the blood and entrails while rape proceeded. I became consumed by it. I wanted to feel a woman’s intestines in my hands. But I knew I couldn’t. My father left on a business trip for a week. On the second night of his absence my mother told me she was not feeling well and needed to go to bed early. I went to my bed as well saying I was exhausted and might hit the hay early as well, but really I just wanted to watch some gruesome porn. Around...
*Also: These chapters do not contain any sex scenes, but are meant to introduce the characters, the setting, and the romance budding between them. This actually has a somewhat complicated plot by my standards, and there will be more erotic parts of the story in later chapters. I've gotten some hate for posting stories like these in the past because lots of people here would rather just jump right to the fucking without much character development. so if this isn't your cup of tea, leave...
Danni responded to Tammi's question, "For the third time we are going to a friend of mine's cottage. Actually it is more of a retreat than a cottage. And before you ask, we're not there yet." If she asks one more time, only two of us will make it to the retreat. Tammi stumbled on the uneven ground yet again. She caught herself on her hands preventing an injury, but her unwieldy tits popped out of her abbreviated top to hang swinging above the ground, the ground that went from scrub...
Danni responded to Tammi's question, "For the third time we are going to a friend of mine's cottage. Actually it is more of a retreat than a cottage. And before you ask, we're not there yet." If she asks one more time, only two of us will make it to the retreat. Tammi stumbled on the uneven ground yet again. She caught herself on her hands preventing an injury, but her unwieldy tits popped out of her abbreviated top to hang swinging above the ground, the ground that went from scrub...
Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
I had my arms wrapped around his corded thighs, my nose buried in his tightly coiled pubes, gazing up him as I sucked his cock. He palmed my head like a basketball with his huge chocolate colored hand, treating me like I was one of his pit bull pups as his breathing quickened. A throaty grunt was all the warning he gave me as several bursts of thick cum filled hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all down, my eyes never leaving his face, enjoying the slack look that was all he could manage...
Group SexI am Death Bringer, Lord of the Berber Cliffs and Master of the Caves of the Dust Sprites. My tale begins several days ago as I, a lone watchman on guard against the evils that lurk when the world sleeps under its white blanket, sat in the aerie looking out over the desolate land now covered in ice. The beast of the five hells was hunting far below me. Why it must lift its leg and spray its foul liquids hither and yon I do not know. The five hells must be more terrible than even I can imagine,...