Naantam, Naantam
There in the ghastly admixture of moon and torchlight, he beheld it - an eldritch thing, not quite wolf but not quite man, tortured and twisted and loping about as though in an agony that would never abate.
Antithesis, A web strand broken
The knight stood perfectly still, his lean body almost relaxed as the assassins encircled him, their weapons gleaming brightly in the torchlight.
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 30: Internship Report
"max, turn your phone torchlight on." "oh, right." they walked towards the hallway and exited the room. several other people passed by and joined them. the stairs were quite full, so they had to walk carefully. fortunately, no one panicked.
Execution night 5: A blue bird's last flight
torchlight flickers upon the silvery fur and black leather of the winged wolf executioner while he admires the slowly turning curves of the poor bat lady whose final dance has ended.
The Horde's Captive
Sitting there in the flickering torchlight he pondered to himself how best to spend his last moments.
I Love You, Elara
The night thickened, casting long shadows, dancing in the flickering torchlight. the air was filled with that magical scent of the night, but now there was another scent added to it. and that night, alden could not sleep.
Sunset
torchlight illuminated the lean-to where the horses were stabled. aren ran. few humans crossed the streets at night, and none could be spotted near the stables. the elf yelped in joy when sun whinnied and pranced.
The Sanguine Prince: Chapter One
The doors to his siblings' nests were all sealed, their intricate frames lapped by torchlight.
Abandoned, Chapter Five
A writhing mass of bone shuffled into the torchlight, blocking the narrow hall. isaac imagined a ball of snakes twisting together.
New Experiences
Rein whispers as he slowly looks up at the wolf, the torchlight dancing in his eyes from the wolf's view. "can i kiss you again..? i'm not sure if i can stop myself this time rein...i'm sorry if this is all too much, but i had to try."
A Game of Draconic Chicken
Both kobolds stayed silent, their expressions unreadable in the dim torchlight. “are you both slow?” isaac braced for another poke of the spear. “or stupid? or both?”
Fettered wings
The flickering torchlight returned, along with the female's pale hair and azure vestments. "my task is done." "doesn't feel like it." "it doesn't have to." she turned around. "wait," aryn growled. he squirmed, urging his numb paws into motion.