violent - Stories

Young Wesley has spent his life trying to be a decent boy. Always holding back, always trying to make the right decision. But when a young group of delinquents step into his life, they begin to free him from what he knew as being right and wrong. However, these other teens are a lot more than what they seem. Beware the full moon, the new moon, and every dark hour in between!

Eric is a shattered man, and this group session is his first step toward healing. Will it help him, or hurt him? Only time knows.

Pose, composure, aloofness.

Envy breathes perfection. He spends every second in a quest for this single, unattainable goal. But perfection never lasts for a mortal. Time swallows all and turns beauty to dust. His way out of the abyss is Siccu, who encompasses all Envy craves. If he could just convince him that he is ready, perfect, good enough, everything he ever wanted would come true. Siccu would become his.

If it were not for Siccu's obsession with a mercenary and his pet boytoy, he would already have what he craves. He sees only one way out: To destroy what has taken his master's eyes off of him.

Noom has to die.

The collisions of minds are far dangerous than those of our bodies.

Nathanial Miklas has an interesting side-job. He's an empath who can untangle what's going on under the surface people show the world. His own world is finally carefully arranged how he wants it, safe and contained, different from his past. Will the man he meets on his latest job break him out of the protective box he's put himself in, or just put him in danger?

Sometimes being a friend to someone in need tests you to your limits. How can you ever be enough for someone who has lost his footing in life and can’t move forward? Stuart tries his best to be there for Cyril, but his colleague turned roommate isn’t making things easy for either of them.

From war torn Russia and Chechnya to America, Vadim fights to not only find his place in the world but to survive it.

This story contains scenes that may bother some readers including: sexual abuse and attempted murder of young minors

Liam Sanders was forced to make a journal notebook for his English project. But he took a liking into it and decided to keep one for himself. This is his secret journal-diary, and this narrates the story of how he met the End.

“The time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths.” 2 Timothy 4:3-4

Two unnamed men - one sailor, one Captain. Two paths that brought them to this time, this place. This meeting. Will it be true love or does fate have something else in mind? After they have each endured so much pain and heartbreak, surely it is time for something to go right?

The Sailor certainly thinks so. And when you’re the sea incarnate. Well. Things tend to go your way.

Cid is an orphan, and is used to his own rules, his own way. Until Billy comes along.

When an incubus and his harem are infiltrated by the escaped sacrifice of an infamous cult, should they keep him to join the harem's ranks? Or should they throw him back to the cultists and risk bringing about the end of the world as they know it?

We all have them, darlings. They are the cesspit of all our deepest darkest secrets. Our wants, desires and sins. It is in our speech, actions and pathological way of thinking. Our little darlings are our other side to ourselves. A sinister side which we all hide and brave with false facades. You cannot lie that you don't shelter a darling because, in reality, people of all ages harbor dark, sad and broken things.

After an intense encounter with a co-worker, Cyril is slowly realizing his abusive relationship might not be his only option. But when is enough really enough?

Xak admits he over analyzes the fact that he over analyzes everything. After his boyfriend/best friend/future Alpha gives him an Alpha command, his brain is sent into overdrive

Every story has an origin. The two lovers, the two weapons: plucked out of their common lives by an unseen hand, broken and remade, set upon the stage, and for what purpose?