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I’ve killed seventy-four vampires in my life. I believe that is a record. People have boasted higher numbers between gulps of mead and ale, but I can always tell the sound of a lie as soon as it drips its way into my ...

The Vampire Hunter’s Lament

Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story I counted nine men. They melted out of the shadows like demons. They were big—Nords, down to a man—but they had some sneak to them. For the first time, it began to dawn on me that I had ...

Claws in the Darkness

Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story I spent three naked days down in Vera’s cave, wrapped in that silk bed and rubbing up against the red-headed sorceress in pretty much every way there was to do it. Being inside of her was ...

The Turtle Hunt

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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 Photo: Martine Johanna Read the Previous Story Loviron was drunk and horny and thinking about going into the woods to masturbate when Valmir's head was suddenly separated from his body. The beheaded sentry had ...

The Calamity Wrapped in Silk

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story “Welcome to hell, cat,” the jailor said. Then he threw a pickaxe on the ground, locked the gate behind me, and walked away. His footsteps grew softer and softer until they ...

Lies and Murder in Cidhna Mine

Short Fantasy Stories

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 Photo: Martine Johanna Read the Previous Story It was dawn by the time I buried the four dead mercenaries. I’d wanted to take their armor—sell it in Ivarstead, maybe—but Vera just smiled and said that money ...

Down in the Sorceress’s Cave

Fantasy Erotica, Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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Photo: Martine Johanna Read the Previous Story Narova woke up in a field of dead grass and wilted flowers. Everything about her physical situation was painful. Even breathing was a form of agony. “There is a ...

Narova’s Mask

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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 Photo: onewayprophet Read the Previous Story My Khajiit heart changed its song when I reached the hinterlands of Skyrim. The pine forests and the tall grasses thinned, gave way to rocks and cliffs that were cold ...

Wrath for Sale

Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story I lugged Narova Black Hair twenty miles to a hidden grove in a mountain valley. One Potion of Extreme Strength and a sled made from cedars was all I needed to make the haul. To hear an ...

The Healing of Narova

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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  Photo: Fantasy Ink Read the Previous Story It’s just like Vera said. Two men in ebony armor. Two in chainmail. The men wearing ebony are huge—both of them almost seven feet tall. Nords or Orcs, I figure. The ...

The Bad Man

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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Photo: Navka Back in Elsweyr, the place I am from, things were not as bad as this. Yet they were bad enough to put my paws to wandering, so I suppose they could not have been that good, either. I have seen many things. ...

Life is Hard for a Khajiit

Short Fantasy Stories

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It had been raining in Falkreath for six days. The smell of pine mixed with damp, rotting wood like a nightmare mixes with a child's fear. Sem rode alone on a black horse, nothing but a sword on his hip and a bedroll on ...

Two Old Friends Meet Outside Falkreath

Short Fantasy Stories