Yeoldebard

This story was actually my first attempt at writing science fiction. I just woke up one day like, what if a medieval person had to deal with spaceflight? A month of breaking my brain over science stuffs and Artemis was born.

Trust me when I say Elias vanishing is for the best. If you want to read more, I suggest the Neko's Tail. But I'd also suggest waiting to read that until after finishing this story.

I'm trying to get both this and Damian's Wolf going again. They're winding down, close to the end, but there's still a bit of meat left in both.

“There’s an entire village here.” Linzi’s voice echoed reverently through the bog, the halfling whispering loudly in the dark. All around them stretched several buildings and fences, a village abandoned to the ravages of time. A miasma of despair stretched over the whole village. Whatever happened here, this village had not been left willingly. They stood near an old well, a wooden cover nailed down with iron. An iron horseshoe hung over the stone structure, and Lapis shivered at the s

JASON The neko stepped off the field with a scowl. Who needed to run anyway? It was going to be a pain trying to keep things scheduled. If Alastair didn’t want him on the team just because of what happened on Varya, so be it. He had other things to do. Typing furiously into his phone, Jason stared at the distance between the school and the palace. Nearly six miles. There was no way he’d make it there on foot, and he had no money for the bus. But, he had a secret weapon. His

His hand sank into the Stone, the world flashing around him as Jakun was pulled into his own mind. The amurrun let out a shaking gasp as he found himself standing in an empty grey cell, a wooden door sitting closed on the far wall. He was naked, none of his gear travelling with him, and Jakun felt the cold hand of fear strike him. He felt more vulnerable now than he had in months. A gentle whisper washed over him, a figure forming before the door. Jakun fought back tears as he looked at his

The fox stepped out of the boat with a grateful sigh. Just a five minute walk and he would be home, safe from the day. He was tired, sore, mentally exhausted… and hornier than he could ever imagine being. Images flooded his mind, Aedan sliding things up his ass, slowly stroking his long cock that Reinard had to imagine would spear through the guts of anyone the deer fucked. For someone who had tiny nuts, the Cervidas certainly had a giant cock. Under the burning lights of the studio, the Fa

Faes stared at the sealed scroll as they travelled. A letter for a man from Absalom. He knew of only one such man, a merchant in Ismenia. Perhaps he was the man Shaynih’a spoke of. All he could do was ask. Of course, if he knew what the letter was, and the name of the one it was addressed to, it would make delivering it so much easier. “Don’t even think about it.” The hollowborn’s head turned, hooded eyes glaring at Valerie. “Reading another man’s letter would be against the

Another fantastic chapter as always. It's so nice to see all the cuddly feelings mixed in with the deadliness of a mission. And the cliffhanger at the end... don't leave us hanging too long. (Says the writer who has no writing schedule to speak of...)

The door opened quietly, Jordan slipping into the dark room. "Hey Sander, I got some food-" "I'm not hungry." He could barely see the elf in the darkness. Stepping forward, Jordan hissed as he stubbed his toe, nearly dropping the plate in his hands. "Jordan-" "I know you're sad, distraught… but you can't push me away, push us away," the man sighed, trying to find a dresser for the plate. Free of the food, Jordan crawled into the bed, wrapping his arms around Lysande

This is an amazing story. You'll love it. Edit: I honestly thought this comment was left on Running With the Pack lol. My mistake. But I hope you'll enjoy my story too

A rock flipped over, sending several bugs scattering in the light. Lynn’s tail hung limply behind her as she chased the bugs. She couldn’t miss the feeling of a tail moving behind her; the neko had never felt that. But the prosthetics still helped a lot with her dysphoria. “Damn it Erith, fucking drag Blake and I out here to help you and then you don’t even stick around…” “You said a bad word,” Lynn giggled, looking up from the rock. “No, I said two two bad words,” Adam said. “And

Faes’ flame provided ample light for the group to see by as they left the town. They were on horseback, and the nag carrying the kineticist was surprisingly docile. Supposedly she had been used as a guard’s mount and was used to open flames. It meant he could have his flame out, a negligible amount of energy keeping the light burning on his hood. And it meant that Lapis was spared from having to focus on casting a spell while on horseback. Behind him, Valerie, Tristian, and Linzi all travel

“As a rough stone hides a diamond, so might a drab appearance hide the heart of a saint. I shall not judge on looks.” The elf travelled a labyrinth painted on the floor of the temple, his eyes glued to his bare feet. He repeated Shelyn’s code over and over, a mantra in his mind as he sought redemption from his god. “I will strive to lead by example, not my blade. Where my glaive passes, a life is cut short, the world’s potential for beauty diminished. All things that live love beauty a

The sound of beeping roused him from a nightmare. Erith kept his eyes closed, fighting a light that seemed almost insidious in its attempts to disturb him. He was certainly disturbed. Slowly, the world came back to him, and with it the throbbing agony of a thousand cuts. He let out a pained whimper, and someone gasped nearby. “Erith? Fuck, you’re awake…” The elf’s eye peeked open, Blake’s worried face bent over him. He could tell he was in the hospital again, and Erith’s heart rat

This story was honestly really rushed. I did it as a sort of novel in a month thing, and often I didn't know what I had planned for a chapter until that chapter was written. I'm sorry it isn't better paced.

Blake has a mating connection with Adam. As Erith and Gara are two separated parts of a whole werewolf, they don't really have any mate connection to speak of. The connection between Erith and Blake is purely emotional, but at the same time was driven by Varen's desire for Blake. Whether Varen had a mating connection to Blake is unclear, but he was as close to a true werewolf as the system got.

Lynn lay on the ground, her feet kicking behind her as she scribbled over a neko in a colouring book. She was bored; there was nothing to do in this room. A bed, a small table, and an open shower offered no entertainment. The neko was happy she had been given a book to play with, but even that was getting old really fast. She was worried about Gara, and no amount of colouring could help that. The wolf was missing. He had vanished a day ago, and all she could feel was Erith hovering just out

Adam is a sore spot, and I wrote him fully knowing that his actions would piss people off. He is not intended as a sympathetic character. He did what he did. There are no excuses in the world for what he did, and the whole "but werewolf mates" is a bullshit excuse. That said, he was written as a character who is struggling, who has gone through extensive therapy and is doing everything he can to be a changed person. In a perfect world, he would have stayed away, and Blake would have never been forced to deal with a mating bond to someone who raped him as a child. However, this is by no means a perfect world. You aren't supposed to think, poor Adam, I hope things work out for him. But he is an example of people who commit horrendous acts, and then do everything in their power to try to make up for them. Does it work? Probably not. Does it happen in life? Certainly.

“You understand we need to find someone to replace you, right?” Erith’s shoulders sank at the words. He had thought he’d hit his lowest point; that from this point on things would get better. Instead, he was losing his job. What made things worse was the elf understood. He had to leave. He had to get help, and the help wouldn’t come from just a weekly therapy appointment. Erith had almost died, and he could not take the risk of that happening again. Varen was missing; neither Lynn nor

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Hagan promised huskily, reluctantly letting Galen go as they reached the front desk. “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in awhile.” “I’m glad to hear it,” Galen smiled, waving to the white Egaro until he was out of the building. “Fuck… this is good, right? I’m not stealing a client from Iason, am I?” He looked back at Pasiphaë, the orange tigress smirking slightly. “Oh not at all,” Pasiphaë said, rubbing Galen’s head. “But if you’re that worried, why don’t

His hands scrambled to grab a bush, a root, anything that would stop his fall. Erith’s body ached as he slid down the cliff face. Every bounce, every hit, only served to jar him as he jammed his hands into a crevice in the side of the hill. The elf’s arms almost pulled out of their sockets as his body slammed to a halt. Tears streamed from his eyes as he stared down at the ground, barely ten feet away. Taking a deep breath, Erith worked his fingers free, and let his body drop to the ground.

The cleric disintegrated in his arms, a nightmare playing out before his eyes. But this time there was no waking up, no promises that it would ever happen. It happened, and Jakun had to accept that his friend was dead, gone, never coming back. Dust fell through his fingers, Jakun dropping to the ground as he stared at Jeremy’s remains, his mind struggling to accept what he had seen. Despite all his planning, his insistence that the cleric did not go with him, his vision had come true, and t

The sound of the front door opening sent Varen to his feet, the elf fuming silently. Exactly eight o’clock. Blake had to wait until the last second to get home. He turned and froze at the sight of the mage, at the beaming smile that slowly turned into a frown as Blake saw the elf. “Erith? What… why are you here?” “To make sure Adam didn’t kill you,” Varen said. “How did you know…?” Varen sighed, sitting back down on the couch as Dr. Marin entered the room. The human smil

“You did WHAT?!” Faes was seeing red. Not even a day back from the Narlmarches, and Lapis was already throwing his weight around without even consulting the hollowborn. “I gave money to Kaessi to repair the road to Restov, and for three new buildings in Omestra; a tavern, and the two shops that Cassiel was supposed to build.” “FIFTEEN THOUSAND GOLD! Do you know what we could have done with that money?!” “And some to Kassil for the fortress,” Lapis added as an afterthought. “H