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Werewolves On The Nile Chapter 8
Cain brushed off his hands as he turned away. The crocodiles would do their job. Now he just needed to finish off the one who had pulled the trigger then they could put the whole debacle behind them. As he approached the area where he’d left the injured man he the sound of flesh as it tore reached his ears. The crack of bones as powerful jaws crunched them. Cain slowed, the wind was at his back so he couldn’t tell what predator had done his work for him. But as he drew closer he could see the familiar massive shape of Strife as he savaged what remained of the man Cain had shot.
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 7
Some of the men had flashlights and they set them on the ground to point at Cain and Strife as they stopped in front of the temple complex, their backs to the open pit. The Leader stood there as he seemed to take the measure of the two men before he finally spoke in Slavic accented English, “I am told you are soldiers. Mercenaries. Then perhaps you’ll understand this. Tell me where you hid the merchandise and you will be paid. Continue to thwart my men and I and you will both die. It is that simple.”
Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 6)
The sun was low on the horizon when they saw their destination in the distance. The plan was to camp, and the next day explore the ruins. Cain wasn’t certain how much of that would go as planned. At least the oasis they approached looked empty. No one lurked there in wait. He refused to drop his guard though, especially if whoever killed the fishermen were somehow involved with the Libyans.
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 5
Morning came too soon. The spell which had fallen over Cain the night before shattered when Strife crawled over him to get out of bed. One more day of travel. They should arrive at their destination by nightfall. But it still meant another day on camelback. Another day under the hot sun.
Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 4)
Once inside, he turned the lamp down to a soft glow as he waited for Strife to leave and join him. Cain didn’t pace or fidget. He was too old for that. He sat with his elbows braced on his knees, his fingertips pressed together as he looked at a spot on the rug as if he could see through it. When Strife finally joined, he straightened but waited for the other man to speak first.
Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 3)
Outside, the sky was grey as dawn approached. When the sun rose, so would the heat. It wasn’t the guides seeing to the camels that woke Cain though. It was Strife pushing him onto his stomach, lifting his hips, and fucking him hard and fast with his freshly lubed cock. Normally, Cain didn’t mind a good morning fuck, when he wanted and expected it. This, though, had him snarling as he tried to pull himself away from Strife, only for Strife to capture his arms once more and hold them at the small of his back. Cain cursed the man up one side and down the other even as he felt his own pleasure rise in response to the hard fuck. Then… Strife paused.
Werewolves on the Nile Chapter 2
“You want me to ride What? For how long?” Cain looked up at his lover as both wore mirrored shades against the desert sun. He could feel the heat as it beat down upon them, at least the hat he wore kept the worst of it off his head.
Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 1)
The window was open to let in a breeze, but it also let in the sounds and smells of the marketplace down below. His view of the area included scorch marks on the sides of buildings where rioters had burned everything they could get their hands on a few months back. Cain could hear the merchants as they called out to anyone who walked by their stalls. The buyers bartered and bickered over price as sellers tried to squeeze every pound possible out of the sale. The savvy on both sides eventually reached an agreement that met somewhere in the middle. Cain had more important problems than the price of saffron.
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Oh, how Lucas loved the feel of silk sheets. It was a decadent indulgence he fully embraced at the brothel. From the sinfully plump feather bed to his slippery cool sheets. But when did Casey get silk sheets?
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Lucas slept better than he thought he would. Perhaps the role of street rat had reminded his body how to find sleep anywhere. When he finally awoke it was midmorning, the sky grey with rain as it fell in buckets. Oh yes, a street rat would be very grateful to have somewhere dry with the rain like that. He was disappointed that Sergeant Walker hadn’t come by that morning but the man probably had duty back at the Gold Gate. Not even rain could stop the flow of commerce in the Empire. Lucas would just have to wait for him to come by later that evening. It also gave the youth time to plan his next move.
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The shadows of the night lengthened as the sun dipped below the western horizon. One by one, as their poles fell into shadows, the lights that illuminated the better maintained streets of the Gulch at night flickered to life with the power of magic. On avenues, less frequented by Guildsmen on business and traveling Nobility, they had to make due with oil lamps hung from poles, or nothing at all. The lights gave the citizens only a semblance of safety, an illusion of security thanks to patrols by the city watch. In the alleyways and shadows of the labyrinth like streets of the Gulch men and women waited for the unwary to wander by. Whores lingered in the fitful pools of light provided by those oil lamps as they sought to separate men from their coin. Moans of passion as well as groans of pain could be heard from the many narrow alleys. Children of the street, called Minnows, snatched purses and begged for coin under the watchful eyes of their Sharks.
Empire of Shenendril: The Blue Chronicles 0: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 There were multiple routes to leave the House of Sighing Shadows. Lucas took the one that would keep his face from being seen by any of the clients who wandered the halls of the brothel. From his room he opened the hidden door that led into the servant’s passages behind the walls. It allowed the servants to go from room to room unseen by clients, and it also allowed for guards to keep an eye on the courtesans and their clients. One never knew when a client might decide that their wealth and influence would allow them to get away with more than was contracted for.