Hell Forged: Chapter 3
I didn't offer you my soul!"
Soul Stalkers - 01
#2 of soul stalkers a werewolf alpha decides to form a new pack by hunting for potential mates on a college campus. soul stalkers - 01 by arthur griffin the lean months of summer are finally at an end. the school year is next week.
A Tigress Scorned
Jack whimpered quietly, his ears folded back as a rather loud mouthed woman shouted at him. Her ruby curled locks jostled this way and that as she played the part of the typical 'bitchy girlfriend' dominating the 'weaker boyfriend.' Most would say she...
A Gift from the Stone Dragon
"By the gods..." The young paladin gasped out. His body burned like the fury of the sun, his mind blank from the exhausting pain as he was on his knees, grasping the rock in his hand. He tried to focus, trying to flee from the pain somewhere else,...
A Billion Souls
_what price, a billion souls?_ \_\_\_\_\_ _epilogue_ night had fallen over the silence of a city, a world, upon the last dusk of its existence.
Soul Drinking - Part 2
soul drinking - part 2 a/n - had this idea for a while and figured i would continue the story, sorta. perhaps a mini-series. or something else. we'll see. i recommend reading the first story if you're into soul vore, cubs, and stuff.
Broken
"It's gaining on us! Please, just go on ahead!" "I'm not leaving you behind!" The gryphon made an attempt to rush to his mate's side, but she pushed him back with surprising amount of force, when he looked at her closely, he saw that she was...
The Reaches of a Dream: Death and Rebirth
Even over the pornography, he felt a sort of connection to the anthropomorphic animals, a connection drawing from his very soul.
Tribal Legends - Traveling Soul
You can copy this story freely as long as no contents are changed traveling soul ============== the story of air.
Split Souls: Trapped
#1 of split souls the start of a story i had worked on years ago. finally typing it out and editing it up.
The Draconic Rite of Passage
The gold's lips pulled back into a smile, the comment prompting his tongue to reflexively lick over his lips remembering the black's taste, just as he felt the four little kobolds' souls bask within his spirit.
Broken Soul
Lighris was in the middle of running a toothbrush through the inside of his beak when his phone rang. He spat out the tartar and beak-paste and wiped his beat with a facecloth as he walked out to his kitchen to where he left the phone on the counter,...