A Silver Resistance Lemon Story
**_Author's notes:_** **_Ah, it's been a while, hasn't it? This here is a short Char x Eva story I wrote on a whim in an afternoon, after I was done reading ScytheRider's excellent "Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Silver Resistance" fan-fiction novel. So,...
My Mate 3
Author's notes:First and foremost, I have to say there's no sex in this chapter, but there's lots of plot development to make up for it. That said, I hope you guys enjoy this new installment of Farin and Sekk'ral's story. Standard Disclaimer:Again,...
My Mate 2
Author's notes:About four years ago, I wrote a story called "My Mate", to scratch an itch I was having at the time. It was received well, and some people even asked for a sequel. I, too, wanted to revisit Farin and Sekk'ral's world at some point in the...
My Mate
**_Author here:_** _(8 years later...) Oh, boy, is this old! I apologize for the strange artifacts you might (will) find in this story. I didn't have anyone who could proofread the stuff at that time! Admittedly, it didn't age very well either. Just...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 13
**Chapter 13** Somewhere in the more affluent part of Roud City, a certain estate rose above all others, easily eclipsing them in size and grandeur. As far as the public eye knew, it belonged to one Mr. Raoul Bertrand, a successful entrepreneur and...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 6
**Chapter 6** It was the morning right after Littlepaws’ birthday in Howling Grove, and Darkhowl was gently shaking Anabelle awake. “Wake, my angel-vanni!” he excitedly whispered to her; his big bushy tail wagging like crazy. “Wh...what is it,...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 5
**Chapter 5** “Alright, girl; I've helped deliver dozens of lyccan pups, so you have nothing to worry about. I promise you: you're in the best hands in all of Howling Grove!" boasted Marjorie as she helped Elise to a different part of the den, so that...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 12
**Chapter 12** It was nighttime in Howling Grove. Somewhere under the full moon, a safe distance away from Duskprowler's den, three she-werewolves stood. One was of a grayish brown, one was pure white, and one was jet-black. Their names were Elise,...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 7
**Chapter 7** “So, tomorrow is the big day, isn't it?" said Marjorie to Anabelle, both of them in their werewolf forms, sitting just outside the latter's den. “Yep! Tomorrow, my Littlepaws turns three," responded the white she-werewolf,...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 8
**Chapter 8** Fuck God. If there’s anything I learned in the twenty years I’ve been alive, it’s that he doesn’t care about us. Hell, he might not even exist! That would make more sense actually, as I can’t imagine why a supposedly all-loving deity...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 11
**Chapter 11** Ah, mysteries... What is our world, if not a coalescence of the unknowable? Yes, mystery can be found everywhere around us, so long as we dare to take a peek underneath the veil of mundanity that wisely covers it all. Of course, it...
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 9
**Chapter 9** So there I was, lost in a dreamless slumber within a black mist of ethereal darkness. Unholy things were happening back in the waking world, beyond the veil of unconsciousness smothering all of my senses, but there was nothing I could do...