The Pilgrimage: Hosannas in Extremis (4)


From Vampires to Atlach Nacha, Baphomet and Witches, your travels since rescuing the Countess Maris and seeing her Consigliere Marcus returned to health have been anything but uneventful. The Sabbath seek a new home beyond the restrictive governance of the Four Empires, a task which you were singularly unequipped to assist with.

Driven forward by the Mysterious Song, you and Doyle, an itinerant Bard and one of the few naturally born sons of Human and Mamono parentage, left Albany, hoping to complete her seemingly unknowable story. All the while in the back of your mind, you feared the mumblings of the Witch Tina, who had forseen your death at the hands of yet another song… The Secret Song at the Centre of the World, whose sound was as of teeth in flesh.

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day27)


“Are the Wonderland children acting up again?” Katy asked.

“About as usual as any other time…which is all the time~” Fubuki said.

“They’re really putting out caretakers to work…hopefully some new hires will alleviate the work-load, though I do worry about the newcomers” Katy said.

“Speaking of which, so far so good on Anon right? Kids seem to like him, and they’re showing much more self control than we thought” Fubuki said.

“They surprised me as well…I can’t believe how smoothly things are going…well hopefully he’ll have another easy night shift” Katy replied.

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 22)


“First night, think he’ll be okay?” Fubuki asked.

“He’ll be just fine, now then, any updates on our Wonderland problem?” Katy asked.

“Our ambassadors have arranged a meeting, we’re just waiting on you” Fubuki said.

“Right, well let’s get to it, the better we can understand each other, the faster we can help the little ones” Katy said.

A Love Stronger than Death


The darkness was pervasive, all-encompassing, all-consuming, and every other word or series of words that he could use to describe where he currently was. He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t know where he was, and he certainly didn’t know how to get out.

In fact, he didn’t even know who he was, but he knew for a fact that he was a he, that one fact seemed etched into his very being. He tried to piece together anything, but the wisps of memories he still held onto seemed to slip and slide around in his subconscious, unable to form a coherent thought. Even simple thoughts, things that should be easy to recall, seemed to allude him, any train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds seemed to derail into nothingness, much like the void he was in.

Mistress of the Crypt: Halloween Special


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Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 18)


“Hey Mizari, what’s up with that boy I almost jumped on the last time I met? Heard you two were hanging out more often” The Ghoul teased her caretaker.

“M-me!? A-and Anon? N-no it’s not…w-well he said hi to me…” Mizari murmured.

“That’s cool…hey want me to do you a solid, and follow him around…maybe find out what he likes, and tell you?” The Ghoul asked.

“T-there’s no need! I-I can handle this, we’re already friends!” Mizari assured.

“Wow…did he ask to be friends?” The Ghoul asked.

Mizari nods her head quickly.

“That means he likes you! Now I have to talk to him, I bet he’s really cool!” The Ghoul realized.

“J-just don’t bug him, and be sure to have your extra candy ready too! I don’t want you to do…anything rash” Mizari said.

“No problem Mizari, he’s all yours!” The Ghoul assured.

The Diary of a Chimeranologist: Fragment Three


After a sojourn in the desert, many would consider an island getaway to be ideal. But in the dawn of the 19th century, such tropical paradises often harbor the barbous moments of man’s history. Can the intrepid kikimora explorer, Sashenka Demidov, overcome the darkness of man or will she be devoured by a darkness from beyond the stars?

The Diary of a Chimeranologist: Fragment One


“The Hybridus Humanoids or ‘Monster Women’ that we write about are but a shadow of this planet’s immense biodiversity, as all across the globe there are species just waiting to be discovered.” These are not the sentiments of some wretched Fantasy author in the Modern Era. No, this is the 19th century, and the proverbial determination of one aristocratic Kikimora to travel beyond her home to discover all that the world has to offer.

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 7)


“Oh? It’s rare to see you topside like this. I hope this is good news” Katy began seeing one of her star employees enter her office.

“Katy…I-I had heard rumors that you have hired a b-b-boy here?” The Oomukade asked.

“Hm? Oh! You’re talking about our Anon. Yes he is the new employee, in fact he’s going to be showing up any moment now. If you want to you can stay and say hello. I’m sure he’d love to meet-” Katy began.

“He’s coming here! Now!? B-b-but I-I’m not ready! I-I don’t even have a topic of conversation! I-I’m sorry! I-I have to go!” She quickly began to panic.

“Please you need to calm down, I bet you two could actually click if you just-and you’re already running away…” Katy said watching her employee run away.

There’s So Much Pleasure in Pain


You sat down with your collar and leash still held by the dark elf, sipping a Bulmer’s. At least you were clothed now.

The dark elf had teased and threatened you with consequences of your defiance by dragging you outside without any clothes on and letting everyone see your state. Your face burned and you swallowed down the feeling of humiliation as you thought about being dragged out naked with a huge hardon and being dragged along like an animal. You almost dropped to your knees and pleaded with her not to be so cruel, but decided to retain a semblance of dignity and not just bow to her will. She kept taunting you for what felt like hours, occasionally stepping out and forcing you to follow with a tug on that leash which you were itching to cut in two. She would step back inside and laugh at you mockingly, caressing the sides of your face and leaning in to press her nose against yours while making kissing motions.