Flash Fiction Thursday

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

M/M Content

* * *

Lucifer thrust in, hitting his lovers prostrate, drawing a howl from him. Werewolves were so vocal when it came to sex. It’s what drew him to them. After his first time with Howler he’d been hooked on the man. No one else compared to him and I made him mine for fifteen years. Last time I saw him was the day before the Thrashers Rebellion. Many good werewolves had fallen to the Witches who deemed themselves the Thrasher of the Supernatural World. Little did they know that all they did was shorten their lives when they attacked Howler’s compound.

“Baby,” a warm hand came to rest on my cheek, “where’d you go?”

Right. He was in the middle of his daily romp with a nameless face wolf. Since Howler died, he’d tried to replace the deep feelings he felt for the man, but no other werewolf fit the bill. Wasn’t for lack of trying. Werewolf after werewolf offered themselves up to him, just for a taste of Lucifer. More like they deemed him to be their protector, their safeguard from any other upcoming rebellion that came their way. Little did they know that the only reason he attacked the Thrashers was because he felt deeply for Howler. No one could replace him. That was for sure.

“Baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” Two more deep thrust had the nameless man exploding. Lucifer slapped the man’s hip and slid from his body. “Take a shower and leave.” Rude of me, but it was more of an offer than he normally gave whoever he brought home. He usually told them to leave, not bothering to offer them use of his shower.

“Don’t you . . .”

“You hear me. Shower. Leave.”

The man huffed as he sat up and slid from the unusually high bed that I’d placed in my room after the second time I took Howler to bed. That sexy as sin man stood seven-feet tall. Sex on a stick. One irreplaceable.

“Fine.”

He flopped back on the bed, looking down at his still hard cock. It had not had relief in so long. No one seemed to be able to give him what I needed. Would anyone else? Or was he doomed to walk around with a hard-on for the rest of his life.

Did you know . . .

Did you know there were demons called Watchers who took wives among the daughters of men.

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

Flash Fiction Tuesday

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

* * *

Calvin slid into the booth, latching his eyes onto the man who hovered above him. It’d been three weeks since the tall, muscle bound, god-like man had taken him from his home. I’d tried to free myself, but . . . he bore some kind of inner troll like persona. At first I thought it was a mask, but the one time I got him on his back I’d yanked at his hair, but all he did was scream and knock me across the room. Lesson learned. Man out powered me even when on the ground from a sneak attack.

“Do not move.”

I nodded.

“I’ll be watching and you do not want to make me out myself while I’m among all these humans. It would not be good for them, or you.”

Bet so. “Learned my lesson.”

“Good. Remain seated until I come back with food.”

Least he was giving me food as he drove us across country. From my recollection we’d driven half way across the states. I watched him as he walked up to the counter. Won’t like, standing up and running out the door, or screaming for help crossed my mind, two or three times, but each one I squashed. No sense in brining others into the mess that landed on my doorstep at four in the morning. Whatever that mess was.

“Here. Eat.”

Flash Fiction Monday

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

M/M Content

* * *

Been a long week. Boy had it. Time flew by, yet crept. Never in my life had I felt as bad as yesterday. Who knew a migraine could sideline you for an entire week. Not me. Not any of my kind. We did not get sick, unless . . .

Lack of magic. Meant being away from my magic for a year was starting to take a toll on me. Next I would be catching common colds. Never understood why my kind shortened their life expectancy if they stopped using their magic. I knew it would happen, but . . . part of me thought it was some kind of fairytale. Boy was I wrong. But it was worth it. For sure.

“Jonathan, you feeling better?” Ray stood in the middle of the doorway, refusing to cut the overhead light on.

“Come on in.” The sweet endearment hung on the tip of my tongue. Couldn’t say it though. He made it clear when he moved in two years ago that he did not tolerate magic. Wasn’t sure why, but I knew that moment that I would have to take care of my magical abilities somewhere else. A year ago Ray realized what I was doing each Saturday when I was supposedly going out on dates. As if I could have done that. From the second week Ray moved in, my eyes had been fixed on him. No one else came close to the warm-hearted, caring, giving, loving man. Not like he saw me as anything more than a very close friend and roommate. Still I would not disrespect my feelings for him. Nope. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

“Headache gone?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Ray came into the room, taking a seat beside me on the bed, patting the top of the comforter that covered me. Warmth soaked in with each bit of contact. Soothed my heart and made the sideeffects of not using magic more than worth it. “I know why this came about.”

Shit. “What then?”

“Don’t play coy with me.” Ray sighed. “You stopped using your magic. For me. Didn’t you?”

Lying was another thing I could not do to Ray, so he got a small nod.

“Thought so. No one . . . not something . . .  Why?”

Silence was my answer.

“I’m just a roommate. Why stop living your life?”

Silence answered for me again.

“I know why. Not sure why I didn’t see it before now.” Another deep sigh. “Yes I do. I’ve kept you at arms length since I found out you bore magical powers. It wasn’t fair of me. Wrong of me to let my . . . history with magic to control you and my life for so long.”

Was I finally going to discover why he disliked magic? Hoped so.

Ray ran a hand over his face, groaning. “I do not want you to forgo your magic because my brother made my childhood hell.”

“How so?”

“He was the only one in my family who bore that talent. The rest of us were . . . just . . . normal. He never tested his skills on my parents, thankfully, but I wasn’t off limits while he was being taught his newfound powers.”

No wonder. Learning wasn’t meant to be taken out on others. It was supposed to be done in theory until you made it through all the materials. By then, you were taught what was good and bad usage of magic. I’d known some though my learning that practiced their skills, but most of them came from magical families. Had expectations to live up to. Like I did. Me not using mine had caused a huge stain on my family, or so my parents swore.

“I do not want you to stop your magic. You are not my brother and I . . . I . . . ca - - care too much for you to do that to you.”

“Care?”

“You know how I feel for you.”

“I don’t.”

“Then let me . . .” Ray’s lips were against mine before I could ask him to finish his thought.

Fun Fact:

Ronove, aka Count of Hell, controls 19 legions.

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

Did you know . . .

Did you know Daevas as the false gods, gods that are rejected. Deva is the Sanskrit word for god, demon. Interpreted as spirit demi-god, celestial being, and angel

Fact came from: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Daeva

Mythical Creature Fun Fact

Fun fact:

Aesir is one of two sects of gods in Norse Mythology. Aesir are the gods and goddess of war.

Fact Came from: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Aesir

Witch Fun Fact

This week is a week of interesting facts. Hope you find them as enlightening as I did.

Fun Fact:

First recorded Witch came about in the Bible. According to it, King Saul sought out a witch between 931 B.C. and 721 B.C.. The story tells us that he found the Witch of Endor, who summoned the dead prophet Samuel to help him destroy the Philistine army.

Fact came from: https://www.history.com/topics/folklore/history-of-witches

Flash Fiction Part 6

“If you are not aware,” Clan Head Roberts walked in front of the line we formed. “The selection contains two parts. Magical Abilities.” One I can manupliate in my favor. “And . . . Physical Aspects.” What? Was he going to study our bodies? How? I will not get naked. “Each task is designed to test each of your abilities. I know more about each of you than even you know. Or admit to yourself.” He nailed me with a stern look. “I will be able to tell if you are not being honest with yourself or me.” He made his way over to the chair that Alex the Grand had sat in front of us. Might as well said me. Clan Head Roberts had placed me in the middle of the line. “We will start with Tex Granfall.”

Damn. Granfall was a very strong and powerful family among the magical world. He would make a great mate for Clan Head Roberts. There was no way Clan Head Roberts would chose someone with less power and fame than a Granfall. I was perfectly same.

“Come forward.”

Tex did as instructed, letting his hands fall to his side. “Sir.”

“Easy.” Clan Head Roberts lifted one of the wands from the table beside him. “I desire to see how well you can protect yourself.”

“This is not my wand, Sir.”

“Does that matter?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Each of us have by now created a bond with our wand. It is the best way to protect ourselves. Using someone elses wand will weaken our talent.”

“In some cases.” Clan Head Roberts passed the wand to Alex the Grand. “Give this to him and begin.”

Damn. This wasn’t going to be good. I didn’t need to know what Tex said was against the grain. Any magical being should be able to quickly adapt to using any wand within their reach. In a battle you could not promise that your wand would be the closest one. Nope. If you are disarmed then you reach for the first weapon at your side. Any wand would do. Damn. Clan Head Roberts was looking for something specific in the one he chose. Not being the first gave me a bit of insight into how I needed to handles thing.

One by one, each guy came to face off with Alex the Grand. None disarmed him. They tried, but they held no true power behind the wand they were given. The results might have been totally different if they had been able to use the wand they grew up with, but . . . not the point of the test that Clan Head Roberts gave them.

“Quinn, your turn.” I walked up and took the wand from him. Let it hang at my side as I walked back to the taped X. “Face Alex.” I did as told and before I could even blink Alex threw a knock down spell. I could have escaped the simple attack, but I didn’t even lift my wand. Simply let it hit me and fell on my ass. “Quinn, you are way stronger than that. Now show me what you can do.”

“Sir, this is not my - -“

“Do not give me that. Do as instructed. Again, Alex.”

A streak of red scored the airwaves between me and Alex. Heat Searing spell. Would hurt like shit, but I had to make sure that Clan Head Roberts saw what I wanted him to. Since I’d been admonished for not lifting my wand, I cast a simple counter spell that I knew would not detour Alex The Grand’s spell. Once again, I was on my ass.

“I’m growing tired, Alex.”

“Not my fault, Sir.”

“You are playing with him. You know how much I hate that.”

“If you are sure, Sir.” Alex the Grand nodded at his leader and then sent a streak of electric current searing down the air between us. It hit me full force in the chest. Before I could get back to my feet I was hit with another one, except this one put me a couple of feet back. Not sure what angered me the most. Being attacked and letting it happen, or my rash reaction to defend myself from Alex the Grand’s suspend spell. Soon as I saw the complicated swirl of his wand I knew what I had to do. My wand was in the air and copyied his motion, sending my own streak of green haze his way. It nailed him, sending him into a ridged stance for a second before he landed on his back.

“Great job.” Clan Head Roberts snapped his finger and my spell was undone. Alex the Grand stood, wiping off his shirt as he snarled at me.

“Lucky shot.”

“Afraid not, Alex.”

“Was, Sir.”

“Then shall we try it again?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ah . . . I knew you were trying to hide what you are. I knew if Alex kept on goading you with one spell after another that you would get fed-up and show your true power. It takes someone with major skills to counter a spell before it is even cast. Join the others.”

Damn. I’d done the one thing I did not want to. Crap. I was in major trouble.

Clan Head Roberts stood and walked a line in front of us again, stopping at each of us. There was no questions asked. No task placed in front of us. He simply stood there and stared at our heads. When he got to me, he winked and walked past me.

“You skipped him, Sir.” Tex replied.

“I know him all ready.”

“You have never seen me.”

“That is where you are wrong.” Clan Head Robert moved to stand in front of the last guy. “I’ve watched over you since the day you was born.”

Did you know . . .

Did you know that Dragons are broken down into two main areas. Eastern  and Western. Both hold forms of serpentine and other reptilian traits. Both contains strength, powers, and physical features.

Fact Came From: https://www.mythical-creatures-and-beasts.com/dragons.html

Flash Fiction Part 5

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

M/M Content.

* * *

The meal was consumed with conversation. Not mine. Nope. I kept my mouth shut and head down. I ate all the veggies, but left the nasty fried food. Not going to poison my body for someone else. One of the things I could control while I was going through this degrading selection.

“Is there something wrong with the chicken?”

Another attempt at Clan Head Roberts getting me to talking. Wasn’t going to happen. Nope.

“If it is not done . . . I can have them fix you some more.”

“Clan Head Roberts,” Tex spoke from the end of the table. “I do not think there is anything wrong with the chicken.”

“Your might be fine.” Clan Head Roberts sighed. “Quinn . . . Is there something wrong?”

Damn it. He made it a question. No way to avoid talking. Then again . . . nope. Alex the Grand was ready to jump.

“It is fine.”

“Then why are you not eating it?”

“I am full.”

“You only ate your veggies.”

“So.”

“Watch it.” Alex the Grand took a step towards me, only to be stopped by a lifted hand from Clan Head Roberts. “Sir?”

“I asked him. Let him answer as he sees fit.”

“He is disrespectful, Sir.”

“I am the one who decides that. Not you.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Quinn, would you like me to fix you something else?”

“No, Sir.”

“You do not have to address me so formally.”

Right. Alex the Grand was here to make sure none of us stepped a toe out of line. I was all ready pushing the limits. Not eating what was put in front of me. Refusing to speak to the Clan Head. Sharp tone when I did. Yeah, Alex the Grand wanted to stick a knife through my chest. Didn’t need him to tell me that. Nope. it was written in his eyes as plan as the desire was written in Clan Head Roberts’s chocolate covered eyes. Alex the Grand did not think I was fit to be chosen. I agreed. Wished Clan Head Roberts thought that way. Nope. His mindset was on the complete opposite end of mine and Alex the Grand. How did I change that? Make a complete fool out of myself? Disrespect Clan Head Roberts to the point that Alex the Grand was ordered to teach me a lesson. Then again . . . if I went too far then Clan head Roberts might give Alex the Grand the order to eliminate me. Not something I wanted. Nope. I simply wanted to go back a couple of hours and never read the summons. Never have heard Shamus contact his father. Never heard him take the head of the Irish Mob. I simply wanted my typical, boring, love filled life back.

“If you are done . . .” Crap when had Clan Head moved behind my chair? “The allow me to get your chair for you.”

“I can get it.”

I went to scoot my chair back, but Clan Head Roberts took control of tugging me from under the table and held his hand out to me. I shook my head and stood, walking around him.

“Time to get things started.” Clan Head Roberts waved towards the end of the dining room. “Join the others and I’ll get this selection ceremony going.”

Flash Fiction Part 4

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

M/M Content.

* * *

Where they right? Had they been chosen because of me? Magic forbid. All I wanted was to get back to Shamus. If that was even an option. Most likely wasn’t. He was the head of the Irish Mob. He would be expected to take on all the roles that go along with that. It would change him. For life. How could it not? He would have to live up to the reputation that his family has built over the past two generations, including have a child. Like him, I could not stand the idea that he had to be with anyone else. Nope. Shamus and I was . . . over. Not only because he would have to be with a woman, but because he would have to turn his soul over to his position. He would have to commit crimes. Mabye even murder. Such actions would destroy Shamus. Make him into someone . . . make him into his father and grandfather. Not people Shamus honored or cared much for. Oh, he loved his family, but disliked their way of life. It was why he refused to take his father’s spot. Refused to step into the throne like position. Nope. And he’d given his life for mine when . . . it didn’t work. Wouldn’t have worked from the get go. Nope. Shamus threw his life away and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Gentleman.” Clan Head Roberts glided in, pausing beside his chair, giving each guy a nod, but me. I got a huge smile and a gentle tilt of the head. Crap. The other guys had been so right. I was doomed. I would never get to see Shamus again, even from a distance. “Alex,” Clan Head Roberts motioned to the table. “Have them serve our meal.”

“Yes, Clan Head Roberts.”

Alex the Grand did some kind of marching step and spun on his heels, before exiting the room. What was up with the man? He was supposed to be a killer. A major boogie man, but . . . He gave the same air as Shamus. Strong. Stubborn. Determined. Demanded people listened to him. Do as he said. All the great . . . Crap. He remined me of Shamus because Shamus had always been ready to step into his father’s spot, even if he longed for a life far away from the mob world. Crap. Shamus might have thought he would be able to outrun the long reach of his father’s arms, but . . . there’d been no way. Something would have drawn him in at some point. Least it wasn’t a death that drug him into the life he despised. Just a . . . love.

“I hope . . .”

Clan Head Roberts’ voice vibrated through the dining hall, but it seemed to circle around me. Warmed me. Soothed me. Why? Was he . . He was.

“Stop that.” Shit. What in the world?

“Adams.” Alex the Grand snatched the back of my shirt and jerked me out of my seat. “Respect your Clan Head.”

“Alex,” Clan Head Roberts smiled at me, making my stomach plumment. “I believe I deserved his outburst.”

Boy did he. He was trying to manupliate my emotions. I might not be an active member among the Clans, but I knew my magic. New it well. Could cast it when I needed to. Most thought me useless, but that was only what I wanted them to see.

“You are better than people have eluded to.”

Damn. Gave myself away. Play it smart. Not let your emotions run wild. I scolded myself. If I had any chance of coming out of this not under the thumbs of Clan Head Roberts I had to  be the me I showed people. Not the true me. It was the only thing that would get me through this.

“I knew you would be.” Clan Head Robert winked at me then retook his seat. “Let him be.”

I shrugged my shoulder, straightening my shirt back in place as I sat down. “I am nothing.”

“As you wish to tell yourself.”

It was. Not that I would tell him that. Didn’t need to give him a reason to continue down his line of thinking. Wanted Clan Head Roberts to see how weak and unstable my magic was. Not that I can handle myself with the best of them. Not even Shamus knew that. Wasn’t what I wanted others to know. If they did . . . I’d end up like Shamus. In a life that I despised.

“Let’s enjoy this wonderful smelling food.”

I leaned back as the servant sat a huge plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans with a side salad. Healthy food. Sort of. Could have been broiled instead of fried, but I didn’t cook it. Didn’t mean I had to eat it.

Flash Fiction – Part 3

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content

If under 18 leave site

M/M Content.

* * *

The rich brown paneling did little to make the grandious dining room . . . okay, more like a dining hall, comfortable. The air among the room was filled with hushed whispers. I didn’t care what the other five spoke about. What I cared about was finding out who each was. Which one would be chosen. I hoped if I spoke to them that I would discover more about what Clan Head was looking for.

“He’s here.” A soft tone male came up to my side and wrapped an arm around me. “We was wondering where the fifth guy was. How come you came so late?”

I glanced at him and stepped out of his reach. “My business.”

“It’s our now. You’ve been summoned just like the rest of us.”

He had me there, but that did not make me these . . . crap. Where was the women? Head Clan had chosen five men. Why? I mean it was his right to chose from all the people under him, but . . . why would he limit himself to only men. Surely the man wanted children. Men sure coulnd’t give him that.

“Did I . . .” A lanky brown haired man came to stand in front of me. “See Head Clan Roberts show you to the dining hall?”

Okay. Four other men. All looked . . . like me. They had my slender jaw line. My brown eyes. My thin lips. My height. My weight. But at the same time they were totally different. Not one of them stood up tall. Not one of them held animosity about being summoned. Nope. They wore huge, goofy smiles that showed off white teeth that sparkled. Ick. What was going on?

“Why do you think he chose you?” A third man came up to stand beside the one in front of me.

“Don’t know.”

“Course you do.”

“Whatever.”

“He doesn’t know.” The fourth man huffed. “I bet he doesn’t even know when or where he first saw Clan Head Roberts. Do you?”

“Why you say that?” the guy who’d wrapped his arm around my shoulder asked.

“His look. He was measuring us up. Wasn’t you?”

“Then he thinks he’s going to be the one chosen.”

“No he doesn’t.” the fourth guy said. “he fears being chosen. He has a life that he wishes to get back to. Can’t you tell?”

What did I do to give off that vibe? Whatever it was, I hoped Clan Head Roberts picked up on it.

“He might as well forget that.” The third guy huffed. “He will be chosen. He was chosen before the invites went out. It’s why us four looks so much like him.”

“Right.” I snorted. “I looked like you guys. Not the other way around.”

“You are right, Tex.” The second said shook his head and spun around, marching away. “How’d you know it was him?”

“He’s the only one that Clan Head Roberts showed to the room.”

“Ah . . .” The third guy’s face fell flat. “You are right, Tex.”

“Not to mention Clan Head Roberts had hold of his hand and he wore this love-sick look. It’s him. He is the reason we were summoned her.”

“You are wrong.”

“Then explain why he brought you here himself.”

I quickly recapped what Shamus had done. Or part of it. There was no reason for them to know that Shamus involved his father. That Shamus would be taking over the Irish Mob. Nope. Not their business.

“Gentleman,” A rough voice had all of us looking left, taking in the one man that the entire Witch World feared. Alex The Grand. “Take a seat. Clan Head Roberts will be here in a minute. You must be seated and waiting for him.”

One by one we took our seats. I was going to sit as far away from the head of the table as possible, but before I could get to the last chair, Alex The Grand took hold of my arm.

“Quinn Adams, your seat is right here.” He marched me to the first seat right of the head of the table.

“Told you.” Tex muttered soon as Alex The Grand left the room.

Damn. This wasn’t good. How had this happened? Why? I kept my wand down. Did the least I could to be involved in the Coven. Why was that backfiring on me? Was that why it backfired on me? Crap. All I wanted was to be back at my house, cuddled up with Shamus.

“Gentleman.” Clan Head Roberts came in, smiling from ear to ear. “I appreciate you joining me, let’s eat before we start the selection process.”

* * * Another Installment Will Be Up Next Monday * * *

Did you know . . .

Did you know that the demon named Charon ferried souls across Styx.

Fact came from: https://www.demonicpedia.com/demon-quick-list/