Novels by A.Z. Bloodstone

While Athena waited for those influential orcs who favored peace and unity to be located, sent for, and ordered to travel to First Camp, she had improvements made to her hut. The main room was tripled in size, taking on the characteristics of a large hall rather than just a simple hut of mud and sticks. The mud and sticks hut had been surrounded by great walls of large quarried stones, which were mortared together and placed with great care given to the shapes and sizes of the stones. In fact, harsh punishment, even death, was promised to anyone producing stones that didn't meet certain standards. Suddenly, the elven and human slaves had a use beyond just food, mundane labor, and breeding. Although it seemed like the humans in particular were the prominent quarrying experts, the elves proved to be the superior architectural influence. Orcs worked side by side with the slaves. Any who took offense were severely beaten to be an example for the others until everyone fell in line. Over t

[Aeryllia, About 5 years ago.]As soon as they had arrived through the portal, Corvash went to work gifting Athena with his blood.Corvash cut her hand with his blade, then cut his own, grasping her hand with his and forcing his blood into her hand. "I will not lie. The transformation will be painful and surprising." In years to come, she would remember that this was one of the few times that he actually DIDN'T lie to her.The pain was excruciating. She first whimpered as the pain began, but as her whole body became wracked with intensive pain upon pain, she screamed in agony, falling to the ground and curling into a fetal position as every fiber of her being reeled in agony. Eventually, she passes out from the torment as her body continued to change.Her skin took on a green hue, her full breasts shrank some, but became firm and perky, and she gained severe muscle mass. Her eyes changed from a bright blue to a striking color of emerald green, and small tusks grew from the corners of

** An Introduction and Forward by the author. **Greetings, Readers. Hopefully, you have been enjoying the story so far. For those who have stuck with me so far, thank you. I do apologize that the first 8 to 10 chapters contained so much gratuitously graphic erotica. For those who hung in there hoping to see it come to an end, your prayers have been answered.This story was never intended to be an erotic fantasy with nonstop sex scenes. For those who were looking forward to more of it, I am sorry to disappoint you, but hopefully, you will still enjoy the rest of the story for what it is. I always looked to authors like J.R.R. Tolkien, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz are inspirations, with a heavy emphasis on the works of Tolkien.There will still be instances of characters getting to points where they are going to have sex, but as I have done in the past few chapters, I will continue to discreetly fade to black, rather than giving the graphic details of what happened during the encounte

I told one of the guards to go and bring our young guests to the meeting hall. He arrived a few moments later with the two siblings in tow."I have some good news, and some bad news." I began.Freya spoke first, "And what would that be? Are you going to say my father died or something?" She rolled her eyes with a haughty expression."Well...I actually meant to break it to you more gently, but since you seem to think this is all a big joke..." I opened the lid on the chest with the King's and Duke's heads in it."Those are fake! This is some sick twisted prank!" Jared exclaimed.I allowed the crown to ring my finger as I twirled it in the air. "Oh, it's no prank. I wouldn't mourn them too much though, if I were you..." I nodded to Tay'La, who set the recording gem down on the table.I touched the gem, and it played back everything that happened, everything that their father had said and done, right up to me ripping his head from his shoulders. I grinned darkly as I watched them go pale,

Tam shook me awake about half an hour before we needed to put our plans into motion. I approached the gathering soldiers. Some were just kids. Others were almost too old...but every single set of eyes that I looked into were eager for this engagement. The time they had to spend waiting just irked them even more. This was good. That simmering fury in their veins would serve them well, and very soon."I don't have any grand speeches for you. You all know the stakes, and failure...is NOT an option." I strolled along the front row of soldiers as I addresses them."In a few minutes, I will walk up to that door with this chest of gems, pretending to be agreeing with their demand for tribute." I turned and faced the men with a grin. "I have no intention of letting them keep this chest. When you see the blood start sprayed, you make your move."I looked at the archers in the back. "When that blood sprays, you loose arrow after arrow on their archers. Black arrows for a black night."I saw the

I had given instructions for preparations to begin very early. The second sun hadn't even risen yet, when the sounds of wagons being moved around, orders being called out, and hammering woke me up. We gathered in the common room of the tavern for a big breakfast, and the innkeeper had even thoughtfully given us sliced mutton, cheeses, several loaves of freshly baked waybread, and sliced vegetables to make sandwiches with later.Magistrate T'Vann had already squared away troops, scheduled patrols, and even had a work crew breaking ground for the new Citadel by the time we loaded up our wagons. I was fairly impressed with how efficient he was. Darmon and Sylva gave him hugs in farewell, and we were rolling. We passed through the north gate just as the second sun broke the horizon.As with before, we kept vigilant watch for signs of trouble along the way. We passed by several burnt out old homes along the way. A silent witness to the atrocities the elven people had been subjected to over