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The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Sphinox, the Second Creation Part II
It’s been years, at least, since Vernon had been the one playing on the field. The last memory he had of this investigation kind of thing was when The Chosen one was 7 years old. It was when he and the other elders discussed it was best for the boy to be homeschooled.Less risk and exposure. Somehow, the elder felt like he was in his 30’s again. He even wore something that resembled a uniform.“Here”, Yves says, brisk, no nonsense, and Vernon reminisces the days the two of them teemed up. Yves always had a certain flare in him. The voice he uses in meetings, fingers laced, eyes cool, the tone he employs to get men at least ten years his senior to do his bidding.And knowing Yves, he really does the job. Like how he managed to get the PSG fellows to talk.It’s resolute, incontrovertible, and Vernon doesn’t bother resisting when Yves presses a Kahr Arms P380 gun into his hands.Now he remembers it. The man with him is used to seeing dead bodies at his feet. A man who is a part of the da
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Sphinox the Second Creation Part III
The young man commanded the fire and it exploded in front of Sphinox. The shockwave created a strong force — making her lose footing. “You cheat!” Sphinox screamed, and her voice was hoarse and terrifying as three different tones of voices came out of her mouth. “There’s more where that came from!” Fraco created another ball of fire — blasting it against Sphinox. The beast used the sword to protect her face. The embers of fire chafing and a portion of the sword. She opened her mouth and when she did, a thick black goo appeared. Fire, bones and teeth came out. The sound Sphinox made as she heaved was deafening and eerie --- sending chills to Fraco and Lerroy. Lerroy was about to attack, getting tired of just standing in line and waiting. He lifts his arms, ready to launch with his sword, but then Fraco raises his hand and stops him from doing so. “What?!” The half-breed asked, a bit annoyed. “Wait.” Fraco warned, lowering his hand. “She’s transforming. I’ve seen this happen bef
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The end of Sphinox The Giant
Nobody suspects a thing. Not that they know of, anyway. Golind dives down and landed on a tree. His claws grappled on the tree trunk. He began to pry and look around — but the vision of a bird never really did him any favors. This time he looked around for a bug to consume. Looking around the ground— he finds a creepy-crawler. A centipede. Not ideal but he has little to no choice. So he flies and dives and consumes the thing. In a matter of seconds after consuming the critter he was able to transform, his body getting used to the feeling of being an insect. He crawled towards the direction of his Creature — making sure to mask his aura. Golind had always had this unclean and sinful desire. He transformed into a centipede and crawled towards Cecilli and Geralt of Solaria’s direction. He watched what the two Centaurs were doing. Wanting to find the right to escape while Sphinox keeps the third one — the boy occupied. But then he saw the half-breed hide on the back of a big rock. Soo
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Golind The Despicable Giant
The three magical beings checked if Sphinox’s body was still moving. Cecilli, Fraco and Lerroy circled around her body. Up close, they noticed that there was a pattern of scars that branches out across the monster’s body like the limbs of a tree.It’s as if the lightning traced the vessels. Like how a lightning strike traces the body of a tree.As the lightning strikes and then exits the body, it leaves deep wounds, often accompanied with third degree burns. Sphinox’s hair and clothing had singed and caught fire. The bones sticking out of her body have turned into ashes.Her armor and the bones covering her could even be shredded by the explosive force of the surrounding air being superheated to up to 50,000 degrees Fahrenheit which is five times hotter than the surface of the Sun.Lerroy looked at Fraco, and felt a bit threatened and intimidated by his presence. He bumped Fraco’s torso with her elbow, making the young man grunt.“What?” Was Fraco’s question as he rubbed his side.Ler
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Twelve Gods and the Traitor
He noticed that the young man named Fraco, as well as the half-breed named Lerroy had stopped and camped in a house. The centaur half-breed named Cecilli… as he heard the name, was on the lookout for his creator.‘Here goes nothing.’ He said to himself as he approached them. And as he crawled --- tiptoed closer and closer, he recalled everything he learned from the Fortress. Anything. Every information to make them believe.He approached the three, and noticed that Geralt of Solaria was no longer with them.“Good evening.” He informs the three with a grin. As predicted, the Centaurs stood up from their seats and were ready to end his life.He’s an intruder, of course. But he managed to stand his ground. Fraco already had a ball of fire on his hand. Cecilli was commanding black and red water. And Lerroy was pointing a sword at him.He knew he had to be bold.“I’m a survivor.” Was what he said first. And he noticed it caught Fraco’s attention. Though the words sting against his tongue,
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Twelve Gods and The Child
The deep voice whispered faintly but the sound rang loud in his ears as if someone was screaming. He stood up, and looked everywhere. He tried to check the Dark Druid through the faint light coming from the torch. The fire flickered and he heard someone crawling… creeping. The sound of footsteps was light and did not sound human. Fast. Fast footsteps and weary. Creeping and crawling carefully back to where it came from or where it had hidden.‘Find the traitor!’ The voice screams this time. Angry. ‘Find him. Find him!’He decided to sleep at the Forest of Zodiacs.It seems like his own mind will not let him sleep tonight. He walks closer to Lerroy instead. HYe looks like he needs more rest than he does.“Half-breed, hey.” His deep voice echoed. And Fraco watches as he looks up to him with a tired smile.“What?” “I think I’ll keep watch this time.” Was what Fraco said, “And I’m not asking. You sleep. I’ve had enough rest.” The half-breed agreed. Soon the fire in the torch will bur
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Land of the Sorcerers
The griffon’s mighty wing flutters and moves faster and faster. Kane and Dalton were wearing a uniform similar to that of a Sorcerer assigned to work on a fortress. “We’re ready to fly – sir.” Kane’s head whips up in incredulity, and he watches, almost nervously — and his eyes are shaking as Dalton straps on the belt on his body for protection. The belt on his body had been secured too. Now all that’s left is for them to take off. “Are you good?” Dalton doesn’t look up. Not until he had fastened himself and was ready for the flight. “Ready.” Kane took a deep breath. Truth be told, he was more nervous about seeing Lerroy than the risk of flying. “You think he’s alive?” He shouted, mainly because of the noise created by the griffon. Dalton rolled his eyes. “Of course he’s alive. Lerroy is strong.” “Seriously you shouldn’t have left him there.” Kane swears Dalton gave him a look that he could only describe as intimidating. “What?!” He spat, looking offended. “What if he dies? W
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Worst is Yet To Come
Rowan the Creator had always loved watching as a storm built in the skies below him. He loved watching as the dark clouds seemed to coalesce into one large mass of storm clouds even as distant streaks showed the clear juxtaposition between the clear and dark clouds, like streaks of light against the building darkness. And the winds swirled and buffeted him with strength, tossing strands of his hair around, feeling the cold chill of the winds no matter what season it was. He loved smelling that rich, strong, almost electric scent that told him that lightning was building in the clouds, a prophecy that would always hold true as a sudden blast of lightning erupted against the dark heavens above him. A play of light, too quick for most eyes to do more than get a quick glimpse of the expected trajectory. And then, the low booming sound of thunder that usually followed after. Perhaps it was not normal, this strange love of storms but he always supposed that it was just one of the we
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Fuck With Air
“What?” Bosy asked.“I need some fucking air,” Ken said, tracking Donghae’s movements across the ballroom.“Balcony, out that way,” Bosy said and gestured with his glass. “Leave Hero with me?”Ken scoffed and then pushed Meer up. He took Meer’s hand. He barely managed to smile at the men he passed on his way to the balcony. He kept Donghae in his line of sight, and made sure that Donghae saw him slip outside.The balcony was large, and there were already couples around it, engrossed in each other’s bodies. Ken led Meer to a shadowy nook created by two columns. He held him tightly and took shuddering breaths. “Fuck, this night is just getting fucking worse.”Five minutes passed, and then Donghae appeared in front of them. He lit a cigarette. Ken grabbed his arm, and practically threw him against a column.“Ow, Ken, that hurt,” Donghae said and rubbed his shoulder.“Tell me. Now.”Donghae’s eyes flicked to Meer. “I’d rather not.”“Trust me. It’s alright if he hears.”“I don’t trust slav
Nevermind Part II
Ken frowned, but Meer smiled. Another kiss. “There’s a predator in the form of your best friend coming up on us fast.”Ken sighed and pressed his forehead against Meer’s.“Might Ken!”Ken turned around, keeping Meer pressed against the wall. Bosy wore a black suit, shirt and tie. All five of his slaves flanked him. They all wore tight white pants. Bosy grinned at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”“I had incentive.” And just to piss Bosy off, he asked, “Where’s your wife?”Bosy’s eyes narrowed. “Probably on her back with one of her lovers.”Bosy had done the proper thing. Married a girl, sired an heir, and then set them up in a separate estate. It made Ken sick. He was expected to do the same thing. And before he was thirty.He sighed. “Sorry, Chunnie. I’m in a bad mood.”“You’re in a bad mood? With Hero here? You’re crazy. I came over to get a closer look at him.”“You’ve seen him.”“Not all dressed up,” Bosy said with a leer.Ken shut his eyes briefly and then moved to the s
Nevermind
Ken groaned when something dug into his side.Someone chuckled above him.And then lips pressed against his neck, traveled down his shoulder.“Ken, you have to get up. I already have coffee ready. Don’t you want coffee?”“What time is it?” Ken mumbled.“Eight fifteen.”“Fuck.”“Like I said, you need to wake up.”Ken rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. His whole body hurt. “Fuck,” he said again. He tried vainly to remember what appointments he had today.“Where’s my cell phone?”“Nope. You are not calling in,” Meer said. “Yoona already called when you weren’t there at eight. She told me to remind you about the Choi deal.”Ken shut his eyes and feel back to the bed. “I hate dealing with the Choi’s.”“Do you like dealing with anyone?”Ken opened one eye and grinned. “You.”Meer blushed and looked away.Ken tugged on his arm and Meer let himself be pulled. He curled up against his side. Ken leaned down for a kiss. Meer smiled against Ken’s lips. Ken’s fingers found the hem of Me
Sleep For Life
The guy clicked his tongue at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” The drink arrived and the guy sipped at it. “My name is Aiden.”“Now who’s the liar?”A hand settled on Ken’s thigh. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me? Would you think I was lying?”“No, but no thanks.”“Oh, come on. Let me be your angel for the night.”Ken froze, and then shut his eyes in defeat before turning to look at the guy. He smirked and downed his drink.“Come on, Might Michael,” he said, proving he knew exactly who Ken was. “Let me take you to heaven.”Ken let him take his hand. He led him through the club, past drugged out bodies moving to a steady beat. They entered a dark hallway, and as they turned corner after corner, went down a set of stairs and then turned more corners, Ken started getting nervous.Finally, he stopped and opened a door.Ken entered a sparsely furnished room lit by a single bulb. Couch, table, a couple of chairs. As soon as the door shut, the guy was pressed against him, laying bit
I'm Not Ken
God, he hated the Senator’s parties. It was less a dinner and more of an excuse to get drunk, show off and trade slaves.At precisely nine, Yoona buzzed him. “Ken, I’m sorry, but Lee Sungmin refuses to talk to me anymore.”“Patch him through, NaNa.”Ken lost himself in work.At eleven he was considering going home and taking a long lunch. And then Yoona buzzed him again. “Bosy is here to see you.”Ken shut his eyes and sighed. “Send him in, Na.”Bosy sauntered in, once again dragging the tall Doushiten named Justin behind him. Bosy flung the kid onto the floor, and hooked the handcuffs to the arm of the chair.“Hey, Yunnie,” he said.“Bosy. What do I owe the pleasure?”“Just bored, thought I’d visit. I’m going to go use your bathroom.”Ken studied Justin. He didn’t look up, head lowered. More bruises and cuts covered his back and neck and chest.Ken spared the bathroom a glance and then rose. He moved around his desk and sat in the chair. Justin flinched, but didn’t pull away, when Ke
The Senator
They finished the run in silence, Ken contemplating that. It wasn’t until they returned and Meer dropped to the floor to stretch that Ken asked, “Why haven’t you killed me and made a run for it?”Meer had his legs spread, almost in splits. He leaned his upper body to the floor and stretched his arms out. “That would be dishonorable.”“Why?”“Okay, so it wouldn’t be. But it’d be stupid. Because honestly, where am I going to go?” He lifted his legs off the floor, moaning, and Ken had to swallow against a sudden dry mouth. He could only imagine how stretched Meer’s quads were right then.“You’re staring.”“You’re flexible.”“Part of the training.” Meer sat up, winked at him and then lay on the floor. He pressed his hands flat by his head and then pushed his body into an arch. “You should be stretching after a run like that.”“Probably.”He kicked his legs up, effortlessly moving into a handstand. He held it and then bent his knees. He did a couple of pushups and then let his feet fall to
It's Saturday
Meer woke him up at five-thirty.“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”“Very well, Master.”And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”“Stop it.”“Stop what, Master?”“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”“If Master would tell—”Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”“Do what, Master?”Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a
No Idea
“What?”“Justin. It’s Justin.”“What’s Justin?”“Bosy’s …”“You know Bosy’s new slave?”He nodded. “We were … not friends. More like rivals, I guess.” Meer sighed and sat up. He played with the buttons on Ken’s shirt, not looking him in the eye. “Our families were allies. Our kingdoms shared a border. Justin and I are First Sons, heirs to be king.”Ken gasped.Meer smirked. “I know, right? Hence the irony of life, thing. Anyway. Our rivalry mainly stemmed from our birth status. Technically, we were the same rank, but Justin was a First Child, First Son, and I had eight older sisters. But I am older than he is. It seems stupid now, but then, it mattered a great deal. We competed in fairs and mock battles and for women.”Meer stopped, finally met Ken’s eyes and then climbed off his lap. Ken followed him into the kitchen. “I always mocked him. Told him one day, he’d be my slave and he’d have to wash my feet while I sipped champagne from his family goblets.”When he started making tea, Ke
What's A Justin
“I’m not here for me, Yong. I don’t know if rumors have circulated yet, but I bought a slave and he needs clothes.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “There are stores for—”“Considering his status as my first slave, I decided that he should only have the very best. I can’t have him running around looking like an uncivilized foreigner.”“This is completely unprecedented.”“Yes, I realize that. But I’m sure you can find a way to compensate the inconvenience.”“Of course, Might Ken.” And Ken was certain there’d be a hefty “service charge” on this final bill. “We’d be happy to supply you with everything he needs.”“Thank you, Yong. He needs everything, all the way down to socks and underwear.”He called over a couple of other associates.“Hero, stand up,” Ken said, voice shaking when he said ‘Hero’. Meer stood immediately. One of the others took Meer’s measurements and Yong shouted at the other one to start taking clothes to the dressing room.Ken and Meer locked eyes. Meer had that look again, t
