He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.

In a world of chaos where anarchy is the rule, there is a man turned wolf. Turned monstrous in his own eyes. But not hers'. In her mind, he is the one good thing she remembers from the world before this one. Now all she had to do was convince him. *Again I didn't skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourself warned. This one is a bit shorter than my normal style but it is how the story came to be. I would also like to say that I claim none of the rights to the pictures in the story. Just the story itself.

These are poems that I've written over the years. Some are poems that are deeply felt. Others are poems I was inspired to write by other stories I've written. Still others are just lines that were dancing around in my head until I put them to paper. I hope you enjoy them. Many haven't been read before. I'll be adding the ones from other notebooks as I go through them. Let me know what you think. All of this is original work and I do retain the rights to every one of these poems.

Everyone's version of Tolkien's Silmarillion starts somewhere. These are snippets from characters in my universe that haven't fit anywhere in my other works or stories. The predominant one is a recurring character in all my stories in some way or another and his name is Julius. Kind of like my Stan Lee in a way. He does have his own book but not all of these would fit. So as a taste I decided to post them. Let me know if you want to know more about him. I will have others that don't have him in here.

Within the wrestling world of bright lights and fast money, a lost wanderer dwells. He is not human, like those he works with. Even he doesn't know what he is. To live, he must prey on others and stay hidden in the nights. He lives in a world of shadows cut off from feeling the loss of the light. The need and urge to kill is strong. So strong that he battles it daily. By the hour. The stark bleakness of his world fades only when he is in the ring, surrounded by the emotions of his fans. He uses this to fight the darkness inside him. They become his anchor to sanity. Until he sees her. This is set before All Roads and Bloody Desire in a timeline in which humans are still unaware of the magic and paranormal creatures living among them. It is one of my older stories that I'll be posting periodically as I edit. So it is a bit rough still.

"Promise me you'll come to the club tomorrow night." he said in a rough voice, forehead on hers. Her head still spinning, she started to shake her head. He stopped her by putting his other hand on her face. "Please. Antares needs you." "No one needs me." she whispered, but he seen the struggle for hope in her blue eyes. The fact that she had to struggle for it broke his heart. The fact that she lost that battle shattered it. *** A few things here. First, this is a polyamorous love story. If that bothers you, keep scrolling, this isn't the story for you. Second, there are mature scenes in this book in regards to mild violence and heavy sex. Third, this story happens concurrently with two other stories of mine "Open for Negotiation" and "Bloody Desire" And lastly, this does touch on addiction and depression so if I get anything wrong about that, feel free to message me so I can correct it. Or even if you just want to talk.

In this world, the world knew many different species other than human. Yet in her mind, none were as alluring as vampires. They were rare. Changing into one was not easy and not many survived. It was considered almost a form of suicide. Nevertheless, they could have anyone they chose. Their fangs could easily produce an aphrodisiac effect and were sensitive to the touch. So, they were a revered race even as they were feared. Families of vampires were again rare. Families had to do everything together for any satisfaction could be had. That included feeding and sex. Most weren't willing to share. The two the one called Eris had a thing for were not a couple but they were family. They were not related but blood brothers. They had been from their own report for centuries. They didn't mind the team effort and tended to keep girls around. Needless to say, they had their pick. For both of their needs. A/N I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Open for Negotiation" and "All Roads Lead to Rome"

A bloodline's destiny and a woman's choice is at stake. When the family that held the world of magic together calls on her, it comes to light that she may have a dark heritage that may determine the very nature of magic in this world. The only question is what she'll do with it.

prompt for contest

A brief glimpse into the story of a warrior and the one waiting for him.