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Marching Hordes are demons that cause wars.

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Mythical Creature Flash Fiction Tuesday

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Plain as day. There was no denying it any longer. I saw it in the mirror. As strange as it was. As unbelievable as it was, it stared back at me. Two dark eyes. One huge blue eye. Two white teeth hung over my lower lip. Instead of my normal size body a body as large as the wide oak tree that sat outside my apartment building greeted me.

“You okay?”

“Ugh . . . No . . . Wha - -“ Wasn’t sure why I tried to talk, again. Last time I had, the same garbled up words came from him. How could it not? No creature . . . he wasn’t a creature . . . was he? Didn’t matter. It did, but not then. Then was the fact that no one could talk with large ass teeth. Not understandable at least.

“Champ,” his dad motioned Travis to his side. “Try to sooth him. Then he will shift back into his human form and we can both talk to him.”

What was his one night stand going to say to him that would calm him? The two of them barely new one another. Surely not enough for him to be standing there like nothing in the world had taken place. Surely not good enough for him to have known how to contact my father. Nope. Champ should not be doing anything for him. He was a fuck and leave guy. Like I brought home every weekend. His dad knew that. So why did he think some mynear stranger would calm me.

“Come here, Tank.”

I must have shook my head, because my dad put his hands on his hips and snapped. “Don’t be an ass, Son. Do as your man says.”

Champ wasn’t his man. He was a fuck um and leave guy. Just like I was. They’d never seen each other until a few hours ago.

“Sir, give me a few minutes with him. He’s got to be . . .”

“I know what my son is doing? He’s coming up with one reason after another that he is not seeing what he is. He reminding himself that the two of you just met and proming himself that you have not way to calm him. No way to explain what was going on. I know my son way better than you, because there is one thing my son has running through his mind and that’s that you are another one of his conquest. A one night stand. A man to plung his hole for a few hours. It’s all my debacle of a son knows. We have been trying to get him home for the last five months and he comes up with one excuse after another. If he gave a damn about anyone other than his own selfish self then he would not be standing her disbelieving what he was seeing.”

“You - -“

“Course I knew. I’m a Troll as well.”

Last thing I saw was my dad’s short five-five foot self warp into a huge ass green, one eyes . . . man, beast, creature. Whatever it was. It had my mind shutting down and my knees buckling.

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White streaks hit bright blue ones, creating a rainbow effect against the bright yellow wall. Who painted a wall yellow? Why in the heck did it matter? Horton shot fucking white lighting from his fingertips. Blue ones flew from Cal’s palm.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“What the . . .” I balled up my fist and swirled around, letting my body apply more force behind my punch. “Ah shit . . .” I shook my hand. “What the . . . who the . . .”

“Can you not complete a sentence?” The stranger red-haired man crossed his arms. “Horton said his man was a genius.”

“I am.” I huffed. What would he be doing if people were appearing out of nowhere beside you. Your lover had streaks of lighting flying from his fingers and his best friend threw around blue like flames.

“Don’t seem like it.”

“Who are you?” Not that it mattered to me. I had too much else to figure out and like the red-haired guy said, I was a genius. My brain new what I was seeing was impossible, but yet . . .

“Tommy.” The man held his hand out. “Horton’s oldest brother.

Oldest. Crap. Horton told him his eldest brother was a pain in the ass on his best days.

“Guess you are freaking out.”

I wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer. Pretty clear. Or it should have been.

“Guess it’s a shitty way to find out your love is a Witch.” Tommy shrugged. “Better than how my wife found out.”

I’d found nothing out. All I’d seen was sparks and flames being tossed around. Wasn’t sure how, but they were coming from Horton and Cal. No logical . . . “Hold up.”

“What?” Tommy scanned the room.

I wasn’t going to speak to the Tommy guy beside me, because he wasn’t there. None of what I was seeing was taking place. Someone had slipped something in my drink at the Halloween Party. Horton had told me not to drink anything colored. I hadn’t . . . Didn’t mean someone didn’t slip something into his bottle water. Then again . . . I’d not sat my bottle down. At all.

“What are you doing?” Horton’s voice broke through my replay of the party. “You were called here to keep him safe.”

“He is safe.”

“He’s driving himself . . . Fuck. Never mind. Take your ass home if you can’t do something simple for me.”

“Not simple request, little brother.”

“It was.”

Warmth soaked into my skin as Horton tugged me against his body. “Sorry, babe. I wasn’t expecting . . . Crap. I’ve got a lot to explain.”

“Did I . . . Where you . . . How did . . . Why was . . .”

“Okay, babe.” Horton rubbed his cheek against his. “I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

“You best.”

“Shut it, Cal.” Horton’s tone had me winching. “Sorry, babe.”

“he’s right, you know.” Tommy’s tense tone had me shifting my head towards him, leaving the safety of Horton’s chest. “you screwed up big time.”

“not my fault.”

“Don’t care whose it was. You both knew better.”

“That’s right. We both did.” Horton’s soft tone settled around me, soothing my racing mind. If it could only erase the scene that unfolded a few seconds ago. “What happened?”

“Alex,” Tommy’s rough tone made him flinch, “Horton will explain all. Me and Cal have a few things to discuss.”

“I didn’t . . .”

The words faded as a flash of orange light streaked across the room, taking Tommy and Cal with it. That was it for me. The room spun and the lights went out.

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Waves thrashed against the banks, beating the stones until little chips flew from it. Chalchiuhtlicue was in an uproar tonight, of course. Of all nights for the god to be in a foul mood. Or was he? Had Lord Tamor’s Snatchers prayed to the water god to aid them. They would know that my only path to freedom was to chance the jump from the cliff. Normally, the water was calm and safe to cliff jump from. Tonight was an expection. Didn’t matter to him. He wans’t going to spend another night giving his body to some stinky, foul, demon ridden man. Tamor had no respect for the ones he plucked from his family to serve him. If the service had only been to him, then it wouldn’t have been as much as a disgrace, but he sold them out to whoever came to him with enough money.

“Do not do it.”

Shit. He’d wasted too much time. They’d managed to corner him. He knew they would the moment he saw the raging waters.

“You can not survive the jump.” Tamor’s voice flowed over him like velvet. It sickened him, but had his cock surging to life. A response that had happened since the night Tamor came to his house. He’d not understood why, but it didn’t matter. The man had made him a prostitute. He should not be turned on by him. “Come on, Lars, come back to the manor.”

“No.” He took another step back, glancing back down at the raging water.

“There will be no punishiment.”

“Don’t care.” One foot hovered on the edge of the cliff. All he had to do was take one more step back and he’d put his life into the hands of the water god. Was that what he wanted? It was better than going back to the manor.

“Do not do it.”

He made the last step over the cliff, letting his body become weightless as he floated down. I could hear Tamor’s roar and curse.

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Did you know . . .

Nickar is a water monster who drowns people. He comes from the Teutonic mythology.

Fact came from: https://www.deliriumsrealm.com/nickar/

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Kevin gripped my hips and thrust hard and fast, claiming my ass for his own. It was the first time since we’d admitted to each other that we belonged together for life. The signs of mateship had been there since they’d met some five weeks ago, but neither of us would admit it. Fear. Concern. Family demands. All kept them from doing so, but finally they’d decided to take their own lives into their hands. They might be different species, but the fates saw fit to pair them up and no one had the right to separate what fate put together. Not even the ones she blessed.

“Tommy,” Kevin shouted as his wolf’s knot exstened and latched onto my prostrate. “You sure, baby?”

“More than.”

“Then bite.”

We both shifted our heads so we could reach the edge of each other’s neck, the one spot that only blessed mates could leave a mark that the world knew the other was off limits.

“Now.”

I let my jaguar teeth come forward and bite down. Hot spunk filled me to the point that it leaked out between Kevin’s knot. I knew in that moment that he had knocked me up. Another fact that only blessed ones could achieve.

“Omph.”

“Sorry, baby.” Kevin wrapped his arms around me and rolled over, taking me with him. “Better?”

“Much.”

“You know - -“

“I know.”

“You upset?”

“Not one bit.” How could he be? The world would not be able to dispute their mateship. “It is perfect.”

“It is.” Kevin kissed the side of my neck and nuzzled over the mating mark. “Sleep, baby. You need all the rest you can get.”

He couldn’t argue there. In three months they’d be parents to either a wolf pup, or a jaguar cub. He didn’t care which, long as it was healthy.

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I tapped the required letters, praying that I was doing the right thing. I’d debated it for weeks upon weeks. Each pro and con list I made came out with more pros than cons. Surely, that meant it I made the best choice possible to me. What else could I have done? It was do as my father asked, or be exiled from the Coven. A witch could not . . . wrong. A witch could survive on their own, but none wanted to. The group aspect increased their powers. The connection with the Coven was all that gave me the ability to cast simple spells.

“You are wrong.” Ralph wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my head.

I picked up my notebook and communicated the only way I’d been able to since I was twelve years old. A day that would never be forgotten. The day that I became a disgrace to my parents. I’d yet came into my ability to cast spells, but the neighboring Coven did not care. All they cared about was making an example of me. Ensuring that no other child wondered too far into the woods and came across their territory. My punishment had not fit the innocent childlike crime I’d accidently committed.

Ralph tossed the pad down and shook his head at me. “You are wrong.”

Why? I mouthed, knowing that Ralph hated when I used the notepad. He swore I should learn the sign language that most mute people used. My parents had nixed that idea the day I received my punishment. I’d been lucky in the grand scheme of things. They could have disowned me then and there, but they’d swore that the day would come that I’d learn to cast spells with written words. A fact I disagreed with, and openly refused to try when I came into my powers on my twenty-first birthday.

“You do not have to have be forced into using magic at all, although . . .” Ralph pulled the table chair over to sit beside me. “I do believe that your magic is lurking under your skin. It just needs a way to free itself. Written words might do it, but . . .” he cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “Your voice, like everyone else like you, comes in the form of fingers.” He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Put those fingers to work. I know you know how to use them.”

Ralph!

“What? You do. They make me sing every thing they touch my body.”

You really think my voice comes from my fingers?

“I do. Always have. You are just too . . . scared to try them.”

I wasn’t scared. Okay, I was, but not for the reason that Ralph thought. My parents punishment for my failure to obey our Coven’s law was to forbid me from using any form of sign language. Even when I was around other Coven members I was not allowed to use the notepad. I simply was told to stand and keep my mouth shut. It’s what I’d done for the last nine years.

“You have paid enough for an innocent child’s mistake. They have no right to keep punishing you.”

Ralph was right. I had paid long enough. My form of rebelling was refusal to try and cast spell by written words. If I didn’t then I was going to be disowned. Once again punished. A three-fold punishment for an innocent child’s mistake. It wasn’t fair. Ralph had told my dad that if he would allow him to learn sign language then I would be able to cast spells easier. My father’s response was that if I cared about the family that I would prove to the Coven leader that the written word could cast a spell. Other words, I had to give into his desire, or be on my own.

Ralph had tried to convince me to do what I thought best. There was no such option. I wasn’t allowed to use sign language. Wasn’t even sure that it would allow me to cast a spell. Wasn’t even sure that writing a spell would work either. That’s was yet another reason that I refused to give into my father’s order. If I tried it and it failed then the Coven leader had the right to kick me out of the Coven. A Witch who could not give to the collective magic was useless.

“Honey, you do not deserve what they have done to you over the years. Take a stand for yourself and do what would be in your best interest in the long run.”

In the long run?

“If neither method works then at least you have another way to communicate with others.”

Not everyone knows sign language.

“No, but more than you know do. It would be great for you to see how other deaf people live their lives. My cousin, you’ve met him, has lived a normal life his entire life. You could do the same. You do not have to be stuck in this house, working from a computer. You do not have to have me order food for you, because you are not allowed to use your notebook. Not that I like you doing such to start with.”

Was such a life within my grasp? I knew Ralph’s cousin worked as a lawyer. He was one of the top paid one in Kentucky. Could he do such? If he learned sign language then he could attend college like a normal person. Who was he kidding? He would have no money to do so. Least that mean he’d have to reach out for help. Ralph’s cousin had given him all kinds of addresses and names of places that would aid him in finding jobs and educating him. It was doable. All he had to do was step out on faith. Was it worth it? Yes. It was. It was time I stood up for myself, yet . . . doing so did not mean I couldn’t try the written spell. I could try and if it worked then I’d still have my inheritance. Then I could keep my learning of sign language a secret. If the written spell did not work, I’d be right where I was going to be once I tried the sign language.

Okay.

Demon Photo Opening Line

Opening Line: Skin seared; blue smoke rose around what had once been my lover of twenty years.

Photo Came From: https://www.deviantart.com/000fesbra000/art/Israfil-494871075

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Paracelsus, introduced gnomes in the 16^th century. Later recent author, including those from modern fantasy literature, adopted the gnomes.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnome

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Opening Line: There I sat, playing the same four cords, calling the serpent rippling beneath the ground.

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Opening Line: Who cares that the guest and wedding party will all be in solid white?

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Flash Fiction Thursday

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His long, pointed fingers curled as he tapped the wooden arm chair. He wasn’t keen on waiting, but . . . no choice. In that building he had little to no control. He was not the top dog. Soon as he entered the basement of Demon Headquarters he answered to . . . He wasn’t even allowed to say the man’s name. He ran a tighter shift than he did. There were only one or two other people he held so much control over his domain as him, and . . . no name man was ten time worse than him in the control department. No one smiled in his building. No one whispered to one another. They kept their heads down and saw nothing. They simply sat there and did there job. If it included talking then they did so in a softer than a whisper tone. The secretary had been so quiet that he all most did not hear her. He thought his office ran smoothly and some of the workers described his iron-fist control overboard, but they would think they had it made if they worked for . . .

“Davon,” a tall straight back man came out of the office with his hand extended. “Been a long time, old fried.”

Not long enough. It was never good to be called to . . . When . . . you’d screwed up in some way. Problem was, he had not done anything out of the norm for him, and he ensured that he stayed off of . . . radar.

“No hand shake for an old friend?”

Right. Do not offend him. Smile and get to the bottom of his visit request then get the hell out of there. “Hope you are well.”

“I’m fine.”

Davon nodded and moved through the open door as . . . motioned for him to enter his office. Time to face the music.

Did you know . . .

Doing a little factual fact about one of my favorite Magical Stories and movie. Harry Potter. I’m sure any Harry Potter fan remembers Fluffy, the three headed dog that falls asleep when he hears music. But, did you know that in the book Hagrid bought fluffy from Greek chappie. In the movie, he buys him from an Irish Fellow. Neat little difference that I did not catch onto until I ran across the following website.

Fact came from: http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Three-headed_dog

Flash Fiction Tuesday

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Calvin scratched his head. His ears still rung from the loud whistle that had drawn him to the middle of the Richardson Hill. It wasn’t an area people in the community came to. That’s what shocked him most when he heard the whistle. Curiosity surely could kill. In his case, it just might literally take him from this world.

Right at the base of the heel stood a large three headed dog. Drool dripped from the middle head’s mouth as the other two heads’ eyes glowed red and snarled at the . . . was that really . . . there was no way. He was . . . yeah. That was it. He was hallucinating. Someone had slipped something into his . . . couldn’t be the case. He’d made his lunch. A plain bologna and cheese sandwich with lettuce and onions. He’d not put anything else on it. The bread and everything else had came from unopened packs. No one had slipped anything into those items. Nope.

“Who are you?”

The little pixie like man moved so he stood sideways, taking in him as well as the three headed dog. Calvin didn’t blame him for keeping that beast in eye sight. He wasn’t about to put his back to either of those creatures. Men did not have pointed ears and tiny little pointed cute as hell noses. Nor did they go around wearing bright pink intriguing patterns painted across his forehead and around his cheeks.

“What are you?”

Calvin hadn’t meant to ask either questions, but his mind was trying to work the situation out, but without information he could not do so. He had to have the entire picture to understand what was going down on Richardson’s Hill. Then maybe he could rid his mind of this assine situation.

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Juan tilted his head to the left then the right, lifting his hands in the air, letting the wonderous zings racing over his body soar to life. He felt his mate, but . . . which direction was it coming from? Why did he feel . . . razor like spikes mixed in among the wonderful zings consuming his entire body and making his dick throb for release.

He’d been told that coming across your mate was like a rush of fire, but . . . Didn’t fit. Fire would never drive him to the point of spewing his load. One look at his mate and he would snatch him up, throw him against the nearest hardest surface and drive into him . . .it was a him? Wasn’t it? Lord, what if fate gave him a woman. What would he do with a woman? He’d never even see a woman naked. Not even when his best friend got married and his brother gave him a stripper for his bachelor’s party. He’d closed his eyes and dreamed of the day he met his . . . the day he now faced. In his dream he nevre considered he’d have to let the magical pull lead him to his mate. Didn’t bother him, but it would take a bit of time. Time Juan wanted to spend with his mate. Not tracking him. Why didn’t fate just take him right to his mate. Why did he have to work to claim what belonged to him?

“There you are.” Juan leaned his head back, letting the increasing zings flow over him from head to toe. “I’m closer.”

He slowly let his mind stretch as his magic zero in on the direction his mate was. Juan knew the area pretty well, and that particular area was known for it’s hidden caves. Lots of people came seeking them to explore. Most never found them, but his mate was headed right for the cave that the coven used during their monthly meetings. It wouldn’t be good for him to find that cave, but Juan wasn’t concerned about that. All he wanted was to lay eyes on his mate. The rest would work it’s self out.

He eased up to the largest tree that lead to the clearing beside the river and the cave. He leaned around the large trunk, taking in the beauty kneeling at the edge of the river.

Demon Photo of the Day

This week I’m doing a photo a day.

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Did you know . . .

Did you know that a Cambion is a child of a human and a succubus.

Fact came from: http://www.lizaphoenix.com/encyclopedia/demons.shtml

Mythical Creature Photo of the Day

This week I’m doing a photo a day.

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Banish Bad Energy

This week I’m doing a photo a day. One I chose for Witchy Monday is a photo of a spell to rid oneself of Bad Energy.

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