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Witchcraft The Dark Moon Coven Part 2

Stephanie VanDeven had thought for a bit now about how to steal her niece’s boyfriend. She was thirty eight and pretty, a curly headed brunet with a cute kissable mouth, and great boobs. He was a cute thirty year old guy, he was tall with a nice smooth face, even nose and and slick dark hair. Stephanie was a witch, something the rest of her family knew nothing about, she belonged to a group called The Dark Moon Coven, which was not the wicca organization, but was a devil worshiping cult dabbling and more in the black arts. Stephanie and some of the other women in the coven were trying to establish the Cult of Isis, which was a demonic force, a female sex demon that could be summoned from the great void. The women …

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Vampire Omicron: Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room ~

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ⛧ Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters in this series. DISCLAIMERS: In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR. All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. KINKS / WARNINGS: -Death / Blood -Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring) -Slow start, builds to brutal ending …

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The Dark Moon Coven

The light slanted as it came in through the high ceilings, natural lighting always made it easier to draw, especially on the days that the sun was strong, as part of the ceiling was glass. The art room at Price Junior College was a pretty, open space with loads of light. There were eighteen people in the class, and they were doing quick sixty second sketches with charcoal pencils. They were standing in front of large upright easels, and it was a cool day for early September. The class was working on drawing a clothed model sitting in a chair. The art instructor Kelly Gruening, was a ‘cougar’, she was forty, seemed like she was thirty, and had all her moves together. Later she sat in the small office with her friend, another college instructor …

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To My Dear Friend

To my dear friend: Thank you so much for all these years you have written to me. I’m hoping that this finds you well, and that you are happy. I also hope we can meet someday soon. You’ve always wondered why I’m here, and I have been sort of reticent about telling you. Not because I’ve done anything really wrong, but some people have funny notions of what is wrong or right. But we’ve been pen-pals all this time and so, since this will probably be my last letter to you, I figured you should know. I won’t send this out for a few days yet, because I want to do everything just right, but you will get it. Anyway, you’ve always wanted to peek into my mind, and now you have the chance. How …

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The Pit_(0)

The Pit ****************************** Roy Mitchell slapped a mosquito, rolled bloody ruin down his neck, and figured things couldn’t be much worse. “Scout!” He cried into the trees. He whistled. “Here, boy!” No answering bark came. “Scout!” The sun was all but set, and the dusk between the trees was the color of cobwebs. Scout, the boxer-pit bull mix his wife and daughter had insisted they adopt, had disappeared this afternoon, less than forty eight hours since the papers had been signed. He knew Ariel, his daughter, didn’t have the wherewithal or the attention span for a goddamn dog, and he hadn’t been shy about saying as much. Only thing that held her gaze for longer than eleven seconds was her smartphone, where most of what she did, it seemed to Roy, involved teasing boys with …

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The Night Things

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …

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Asmodeus – Demon of Lust: Part 9_(0)

A/N – It has been a long time folks, I’ve missed you all. I’d like to say a huge thank you for everyone who has supported me over the years. As I have mentioned in a comment in Part 8, I haven’t been well for a while and have been writing sparingly over the past two years. I’ve made you all wait so long for another chapter that I have decided to release this early. I had wanted to add more to it first but – having thought about just how large this extra text would be (and subsequently how long it would take me to write it) – I think it best to publish this first. I do intend to write more, and I will, I just need to find the time and inspiration, …

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Celestial Nirvana: Part 5

Chapter Five: Jack stepped into his living room, where his father was crying on the couch. Victoria was standing in the next room, trying to think of something to say when Jack returned. “So is it true?” “Yes, she died on impact. From the tire marks on the road, the other driver had definitely been swerving and the smell of booze was clear. To think, this happens right before your birthday…” “It doesn’t matter when it happened, the pain is all the same. We should not dread or loathe the future, but be grateful for our past. Just because mom is gone now does not lessen how happy she made us before. It is good to miss someone and feel pain at their loss, it shows how much they meant to us and how much …

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Eternal Hearts: Chapter 1

Hi! this is something I wrote up a year ago involving some vampires in a game me and my girlfriend play. Yea we’re nerdy like that. anyways hope it’s enjoyed ————————————————————————————————————————– It was mid summer, July 29th 1982. Four years after the Doctor Nicolas Vicente’s creation. Two years since him and Valerie, his sire were forced to leave NYC. Gathering himself from the long days trip he spent in the back of a uhaul being transported. His creator in separate quarters just down the hall. His creator a guest of Loki’s, the owner of the lavish property and home they stayed in. It was a few hours after sundown, about 9:30p. The sticky humid night didn’t do much for the doctors complexion as he stood there in a sheen of dirty sweat. He didn’t wear …

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Demonic 6

Ayame now lives at Taimanin HQ which is protected by a barrier, this barrier prevents demons from teleporting in and it prevents demons from teleporting anyone inside Taimanin HQ out. Ayame had her abortion, it was one of the dog demons that impregnated her, Ayame no longer goes on missions now she trains other Taimanin how to resist long term torture and sexual assault. Ayame wants to move on with her life but she can’t, every night she has the same nightmare, captured by the 3 Orcs, brutally gang raped and impregnated, giving birth to her Orc Son, rescued and betrayed by Rikimarue, raped by Merik, raped by the horse demon, gang raped and impregnated by all those dog demons, gang raped by all those Orcs and raped by the giant monster Ou – Chan. …

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The demon king

Elaina woke on her back sore and tired. She had been taken from her home for what reason she did not know. The king’s guard had thrown her in a cage and hulled her away to the woods. The forgotten wood’s where a place to never venture to. It was said demons and Great evil dwelled there. The hard wood of the wagon cage was rough against his half naked body. They had taken her clothing and left he in her underwear. Simple white garments made of cotton, her family could not afford finer wear. She pulled herself to a sitting position, and hailed the guard outside the cage. Where are you taking me, her voice was horse from crying. The guard stared straight ahead; you are to be given as a gifts to Lucien …

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Stolen Savior

– Author’s note: This is only the first half of the story. If you don’t like reading incomplete works, please find something else. I’m having trouble coming up with an exciting but plausible ending. I will post the rest when it’s ready. – I hadn’t believed my sergeant when he told us time slows to a crawl in combat, but it really does. I clearly remember every bit of my seven-on-one firefight in Ramadi Iraq, down to the tenth of a second. Maybe even millisecond. My initial burst hit the leader in the face, as an RPG rocket missed me by less than a foot. It blew up a car behind me as I fired again. I took at least five hits in only a few seconds, but kept on shooting. My 3-shot bursts were …

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Thaxter Jones Special Extreme Unrated Edition

I’d like to welcome you to the special extended extreme unrated edition of my autobiography. But since you’re new to my reading material this is a two part tale part one being To The Last and part two being Bag Of Bones and since I am so kind in my own twisted way I’ve combined both to bring a more disturbing violently erotic look at my life from beginning to end. And if you think both my tales were fucked up by themselves, you ain’t seen nothing yet. “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”- Winston Churchill So you’ve stumbled upon my autobiography huh oh well bugger on you fucking wanker. Feel the smooth coarse leather bound cover of my story …

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Creature Features

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes.” -Neil Gaiman, “The Sandman” *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen. Richard stared at it, passive, waiting. A voice wailed from the speakers: “It’s alive, it’s moving! It’s alive it’s alive—it’s ALIVE!” Richard yawned and checked the time. Behind him, Dwight was going back to the liquor cabinet. “I’d go easy on that,” Richard said. Dwight’s hands shook as he put the glass back. “I need to settle my nerves.” “It’ll all be over soon,” Richard said. “And with nothing to show for it.” Dwight looked surprised. Richard rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared of Pierce’s witchcraft. And you shouldn’t …

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Demonic 2

Ayame believes that’s it not a persons heritage that defines them but their enviornment and how their raised, for example an adopted child who’s biological parents are violent alchoholics and drug users can live a normal productive life if that child is raised by the adoptive parents in a positive enviornment far away from negative stimuly. Ayame is sure that if she can escape with her Orc Son and raise him alone, away from all violent and sexual stimuly then her Orc Son won’t try to rape and impregnate her when he’s old enough. Knowing what Rikimarue has planned for her would make any Woman go insane but Ayame keeps her sanity by focusing on several scenarios such as all the ways she could escape with her Son, even if she could escape with her …

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If the Trees Could Speak: Part I

We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. I subtly watch my latest catch whose pale blonde hair shimmers like stardust under the flashes of street lights. But its sheen is no match for the deep mahogany eyes that only seek impending gratification. I swallow the lump of bitterness knowing that I could never have someone like that. Hookers aren’t meant for love. The city buildings gradually fall away to miles of forest and swampland. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. “So, uh, where we …

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CAW 21 inspired short

It was a dark and stormy night, the nocturnal sounds were silent in the large mansion, clouds had drifted in from the North, obscuring even the stars. A scream pierced the tumult created by the howling wind, the large mansion was no stranger to screams, in its dark history it had perceived many a scream, all of them in anguish or pain, but this scream was neither. The scream was a name, not a name that it recognized, it knew that it had been sold, the real estate agent had brought along a few people, but the history that clung to it…that was one reason people stayed away from it. This scream was one that it had not heard in many years, not since the turn of the century. Oh indeed it was a mansion …

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The Murder of Dawn Priestly

A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Sam’s weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent. Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather. He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had …

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The inheritance – Final

The Inheritance – Final? The Ritual I won’t bore you with the events of Tuesday. Suffice it to say that while I was trying to work, the tattoo appeared more and more frequently, and once again the voices echoed in my head, almost as if they were whispering in my ear: “You must pay the price.” “We are anxious.” “We are thirsty.” I was hoping my mother’s knowledge could clarify what kind of services these entities expected. My mother had gone out in the morning to get the items she said she needed for the ritual. At five in the afternoon, when she returned, she went straight to the attic without saying a word. For my part, I couldn’t keep working. I shut down all the computers, peripherals, etc., and started pacing around the house. …

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Taking Lia

It was late at night when Lia heard a banging on the door. It was frantic and loud and crazy. She slowly made her way out of the bed in her pink and black boy shorts and black cropped tank top. Lia rubbed her eyes slowly and started out of her bedroom. She rushed down the stairs towards the door, she was tempted to open the door immediately, but she thought better of it, grabbing a knife and from the kitchen before answering the door, barely cracking it open. Before her was a large heavy set black man. He had short hair and handsome features. He was wearing a black track suit with a black hood. He was clutching his stomach as blood poured from it. “Help…me!” the man said as he stumbled against the …

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