In the heart of a forest, a mansion tested over time could be found. Long ago, it was said that a Prince had resided there, together with his ten loyal servants. History had it, that after winning a combat against his kingdom’s greatest enemy, he fell into a deep slumber. His servants waited, waited and waited, for the day to come that he would rise again. They waited for months, years, decades and centuries, until they had lost count. It came to the point that they hadn’t left their master’s room at all, until they fell out of consciousness and followed him to wherever he was. Thousands and thousands of years had gone by. Yet again, the Prince and his servants’ story had passed on to every generation. The mansion was locked from the inside by an unknown force, not letting anyone invade the territory. But it was believed that if one got near and listened intently… Voices could be heard. Laughter and joyous conversations echoed. Shadows were marked. Sets of eyes were seeing. Watching. Observing. Waiting.

Having the same dream about a certain man every night might be a little, or maybe a lot, unnerving to someone, but not to Flinn Matthews. So to speak, that was what completed his day. So when the man of his dreams finally decided to meet him in person, face to face, outside Dreamland, what would be the consequences? Especially if the said man… has fangs?

17 year old runaway Kellin is in for a treat when he is picked up by a stranger and brought to an even stranger house. He unlocks secrets that he never thought were possible.

This is a short story and also a boyxboy story so don't come here thinking this a heterosexual story, turn back now. Josh was just having a regular night walking home to his apartment when he saw him. A guy slumped against a building by the bus stop. There was no one around so why not just help him. So josh put on his big boys pants and helped the guy home. But wait why does this guy have fangs!? steamy sex scene ahead ;)

Un fruscio leggero, solo un sospiro in più tra i respiri della brezza, fece correre il mio sguardo sulla destra, su un gruppo di alberi che creavano una zona d'ombra più fitta delle altre. Lì la nebbia creava uno scrigno opalescente, insondabile. Lì l'erba umida si piegò, in un muto gesto di sottomissione, sotto un elegante scarpa di cuoio nero, permettendo alla luce di un lampione di piovere, pallida, sullo sconosciuto. E io sgranai gli occhi, incredulo, gli insulti che mi ero preparato a lanciargli, mi si erano bloccati in gola. Quell'uomo era

"Have you ever been in love?" "Once... A long time ago." BXB ~ The Vampire Diaries This is Fanfiction. I only own Christian and my story plot. The rest goes to the directors and creators of The Vampire Diaries.

“Angel of Death, my ass.” “I'm not forcing you to believe me, but get it into your thick skull that you're not in your world now. Here is a different one; the Underworld if I may, but really, after time, titles became less significant. All except to the main man, of course, Lord Lucifer.” If I heard him right before, he said he would offer me to his Lord as a present. Then, he referred a name Lucifer as his Lord. He mentioned the Underworld, and if I was remembering the Bible right… No. No, no, no. I knew what I did was a sin, and that I deserved to go to Hell. I jumped off a cliff to see and be with Flinn again, not please some guy who defied God and… “Wait,” I said, pulling Ciel to a stop. He looked at me impatiently, and I barely recognized we were now in some unreasonably long staircase that seemed to endlessly go down, only lit with glowing red stones on the corners of each step. “You said Lucifer; the Fallen Angel? As in… Satan?” “The one and only.”

When Captain Jenkin's crew is taken prisoner by a hungry ship full of blood pirates, he is forced to use his wit and odd array of skills to try and free them... but the pirate's captain has a few skills of his own, and when he sets his sights on taking Jenkin's for himself, the young captain learns that his own neck might be the one most in danger.

A short stories, for people entertainment and they are different. Those that are related will have the word Part in it. Thanks and enjoy and most of all COMMENT!!! XD

Insanity was bred in the pits of Hell. Emeri Marcello was a deep believer in that. His sole empire clawed away at a being, tearing apart their mind, leaving only a mess of tatters and blood in their wake. There was no escape. Be it the surface world, or the gnarled mangroves of his very mind. There was no solace, no solitude. How was one ever expected to survive against the call of the damned when locked away in such a monstrous prison? Emeri had never fantasised of anything else. A ruler in his own right, a king amongst paupers, with a domain of flame and sin at his fingertips. What else could there possibly be? He had pets to entertain him, to bleed for him, to fall at bended knee to his every command. What else might possibly tempt him away from the sickening reality he had come to know? Boredom, perhaps. The petulance of a neglected child, feeding the impulse of an arrogant adolescent. One simple choice, one eternal decision, that had been Emeri's fate. His path changed. Not in a fit of rage, nor some wrathful tantrum, in that tiny verdict that had whispered to him from the very darkest part of himself. From the abhorrent version of his own normality to something new, something interesting... Someone interesting...