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Many years ago, Zagan, a vampire, loved his sister. Tetsu, an elf, loved an abuser. Together, they’ve formed a bond that is often questionable because of the many secrets between them. When these dark secrets come to light, one of them involving the novice vampire with too much enthusiasm for blood, they begin to realize just how unhealthy their coping mechanisms are. For Tetsu, it’s masochism in a way that only Zagan can deliver. For Zagan, it’s hiding the pain caused by PTSD behind intimate encounters.
While trapped in a Wonderland Hell due to each following their own figurative white rabbits — the ghosts of their past lovers — they must take an oath of purity given by a blind demi-god, and they are greeted with several trials that will test not only their mental strength, but the walls they have built to keep their pasts at bay. They must confront the ghosts face to face they tried so hard to erase, and they must repair the now crumbling partnership that has helped them survive if they want to see their home ever again.
What happens when part of your brain decides to become conscious, yet, you’re still dreaming? Or at least, you think you are. Your eyes are open. A sense of dread envelopes you. Your heart rate increases and you aren’t sure if you’re awake or dreaming, or if what you’re seeing sitting at the edge of your bed is real or not. And you can’t move a muscle.
That uncertainty is existing in a strange liminal space you’re not supposed to see. It feels forbidden, and as much as you try to find a way to escape it, that shadow at the edge of your bed begins to take shape, and it’s staring at you. It wants to keep you there, and you’re paralyzed as a prisoner in your own body. All you can hope for is to truly wake up.
This is a short story collection inspired heavily by my nightmares.
Late one night, Zagan, a vampire, finds himself searching a cemetery while wrought with grief. He doesn’t expect to find a spirit resting atop a grave — a spirit no one but the dead should see.
This being has no name and his identity is vague, but his touch brings emotional turmoil. He is equally distressed with the vampire’s need to befriend him and help him find happiness. Death is not meant to be happy.
Nor is he meant to have a name or leave his post, but after being kissed by a persuasive vampire in a mausoleum, anything just might be possible.
Guthryn just wants to live peacefully among humans. As a demon with a curse of one of the seven deadly sins, he finds solace in the nightlife in L.A. and settles down with a lavish lifestyle. His personal lawyer and love interest, Karen, is the only person he needs. She’s the only one who knows his truth.
He should’ve known he couldn’t live in peace forever. When a late-night phone call from his lawyer turns into an exploration of an abandoned house, Guthryn discovers that the brother he’d left for dead centuries ago is still alive. And he isn’t human like Guthryn had thought, but he isn’t a demon either.
The ancient teenager is an abomination to both worlds, and he is none the wiser. Guthryn and Karen must calm his volatile temper and gain his trust before Hell comes to destroy him. Maybe if the boy can wake up, he can finally find a semblance of the family he spent over a hundred years looking for.
A collection of short, emotional, and queer erotic stories with my alters and spirit guides.
Being transgender and autistic can be sexy. And often, my guides and alters, some being demons and a fallen angel, have to remind me of this about myself in a way no one else can. When their sultry energy comes on strong, there’s no denying what’s been set in motion. It’s as heavy as the bassline from Erotica by Madonna.
And sometimes they interact amongst themselves, giving me something to aspire to when it comes to being sexually confident.
Varbuk isn’t like most orcs. He’s a loner, wants to learn magic, and has none of the aggressive traits he likes to tout. When he meets the charming Vallewida at a pub one night, something about the young man tears down every defense he carefully built. And Vallewida has some interesting secrets of his own.
Adonis thought his ventures into lucid dreaming would be harmless, especially with the help of his friend Sirchade, who is a pagan witch. He doesn’t expect to be confronted by a terrifying entity that enjoys toying with him night after night — with the goal of killing him and taking his soul.
Adonis’ lucid dreaming techniques save his life at first, but the dream he reaches for to shift control isn’t exactly one you’d want to manifest with a clawed entity…
Adonis soon finds himself indebted to a cruel devil, stealing souls for him by cursing the people of his choosing. He woos them, slips a little black magic into their pocket, and they become trapped in their nightmares just like he did. Only they don’t survive, and Katan, the entity, is growing stronger with each one his pet gathers.
All the while, Adonis’ reward is a forbidden pleasure only Katan can give. And it comes with a beautiful pain. It’s a love worth dying for.
A queer, erotic horror story, Sleepwalking is not for the faint of heart or easily offended.
**Currently a work in progress**