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The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Feast Part III
Rowan stood from the stars. For just a moment, this moment, he was content. He was about to avenge the love of his life, it brought him back to the time before all this, before his life had gone from messed up to uncontrolled chaos. There were smiles around the room and everyone seemed to be in a good mood or, at least, a better mood than they had been the day before. He remembered when all the Celestials were still alive. How he and his mated pair would enjoy their day, and some days they would guide the humans. But then… his trance was disrupted when he heard a faint sound. A sound that came from the land of the Sorcerers. It sounded like a prayer. Like a cry for help.‘Rowan!’‘Rowan, help us! Help us please!’‘Rowan, he’s alive! The Dark Druid is alive! He escaped, help!’ From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Chaos on the Land of the Sorcerers. “How could this be?” Rowan asked, himself. He looked around and saw how hundreds of Sorcerers are dying in a snap of
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The End of Golind The Giant
As the dark druid stands up, Daimon concentrates his power into a single location. He puts all his concentration into making the water sharp, strong, sturdy — like how the other Sorcerers turned water sturdy. Like mud, like blood. “Pierce.” Daimon murmured. And soon he was able to conjure a water thick, flexible and much like blood. Red and black. And soon, he turned it into a sword. "Now you die..." He said as he stared at the dark druid. He pushed his hand and the blade pierced Dah from the Frey, hitting the chest. The sword digs in deeper, drawing even more blood. “GAH!” The dark druid shrieks as the blade pushes against his chest, the tip of the blade bursting from his back. “YES!” Gwendolyn cheered. But then, the dark druid did something unexpected. Doing something that turned their battle around. He absorbed the sword.Daimon released the power, so that the dark druid wouldn't be able to absorb the entire sword.Gwendolyn gritted her teeth and looked at Dah from the Frey on
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Beginning Again
The traumatic sight made the Giant quiver in horror as he let out a shriek. With a malevolent sneer spread across his features, Ezizh said: “Your impudence and blasphemous ways have spawned those creations that I conceived called invertebrates. From the soil they were created and possess no skeleton. They are to devour you until you are but the size of only one of them, the maggot. Hence, you will feel shame by being reduced to a negligible form for all eternity by insignificant boneless critters.”It took five tedious days for Granit to be degraded to the size of a maggot by a terrifyingly elongated ribbon worm followed by snails, leeches, arachnids, flies, scorpions, beetles and many more invertebrates that filled the deceptive cave. Following the Giant’s torture, Hermes visited the earth and eradicated all indication of Granit existence in The Land of the Giants such as the temples that were built to worship the Giant of pride and vanity and the written forms of his doctrine. Furth
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Levi Shaldan
How many years has passed since blood rushed through his veins? For a long time, he felt dead and forgotten. No one is talking about his power and magic. No person alive is talking about how he single-handedly defeated eleven of the Celestial beings. Today, he's known as a man who does favors. Man has forgotten his legacy, but he doesn't want to display his power by terrorizing weak---powerless humans. What euphoria will he experience if he stomped his feet against a helpless human? What joy will that bring to him? Nothing.For a thousand and hundreds of years, he did nothing but stare at the sky and curse at the cowardice of the remaining Celestial who lives in his house up in the stars. He sent fireballs and crafted potions that can create a humongous thunder storms and cyclones that could damage anything on its path. He created a plague, just to get the Celestial being's attention. But in the end he got nothing. Still, he felt nothing. He thought of his immortality as a curse and n
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Kane, The Wonder Boy
Loud cries for help and plea of mercy resounds inside a small damp and dark room. A young Sorcerers named True had been held captive here for days without food and water. He's naked, hungry, scared and confused. One thing is for sure, before he lost consciousness there was a big explosion on the Fortress of Scorpio, he was one of the soldier's in line.He can still feel his limbs trembling and his body ached everywhere. "Is anyone there?!" Again and again he screamed, yet he could only hear his voice echo inside a room. "Please, help me!"He tried to stand up but his feet were bound and so were his hands. He tried to wiggle himself up and tried to stand up but he couldn't find anything to lean on for balance. For days he has not heard a sound other than himself. And then the door suddenly opened, showing a small stream of light from the outside."Hello?!" He shouted with all his might, hoping that it was someone who heard his cries for help. "Please help me..." He begged until his th
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Kane, The Wonder Boy part II
For the first month, Kane can only last three seconds in the air. In the second month, he could stay up there for a minute.In the third month, he could last for 15 minutes until he completely burns down and loses consciousness and ends up falling and hitting a tree. If he's lucky... he'll end up on the grass fields with a few cuts and scratches.Now they have been training for almost a half a year. Rasmus's skin is dark from exposure to the sun, yet Kane's skin remains as pale as a ghost. He noticed that Kane's body grew faster than regular boys his age, and because of this the boy eats triple the amount of food boys his age would. Kane is only 17, yet his build is of an adult male. His muscles are slightly defined and his mind matured as well.He learns quickly, and easily picks up from his mistakes so that he knows how to correct them. And now with his hard work, he easily flies 30 minutes in the air using half of his power alone."You're doing a great job, Kiddo." Rasmus screamed
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants A Newfound Power
The three of them were standing six feet away from Kane. Since there was no cottage or trees big enough to shade them from the sun, they had to stand in a fair distance so the three of them can spot if the boy is doing good, but not too far that they can't rush into Kane just in case he needed help.And though Rasmus absolutely told Landon it's unnecessary, the other male still insisted on bringing along a hand carry fire extinguisher.Rasmus was forcing himself not to laugh at the horrible situation his friend is in. Tahani had no plans to warm up to Landon so soon. Her ego was so horribly stained, only a punishment could be accepted as compensation for his harsh words. He was tasked to cover her with an umbrella from the sun until she said so, a grim expression remained on his face, while Tahani pretended as if nothing happened.With the sound of a whistle, Kane knows it's time to practice. The boy's feet are close to the shoreline, warm water from the ocean was almost hitting his f
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The New Flame
During lunch time, Keeper's usually eat side by side in a cafeteria-like enclosure. A first come first serve basis for the line of food, and a person can sit anywhere while enjoying their meal. Half of the people will take their lunch earlier than the others, then the last half will eat later. This system was created so the rooms, halls, catacombs and the control room of the fortress would not be left empty and without someone guarding it.The bell rang loudly, indicating that the first batch's allotted time to eat lunch was over. They left the cafeteria and cleaned as they went. Soon the room was filled with people, lining up to the food serving area.Zebedee, Elly, Aiziah and True were lining up side by side. The four of them got their usual favorites, Shakshouka, couscous, a roasted lamb cooked to perfection called Mechoui. And for dessert, they never miss Morocco's best Chebakia--is a chewy, crunchy, and fragrant Moroccan pastry made by arranging strips of dough into a flower shap
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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
