The dancer in the red dress pursed her lips as she watched us both prepare to fight. “Hold.” The girl in the pink paused, listening to her. “Introduce yourselves.”
“Isaac Hughes.” I bowed, not taking my eyes off pink.
“Tracy.” She gave a small curtsy. The gesture was polite, but anger still smoldered in her eyes.
“Good. You two may begin.”
Tracy was a pink blur as she came at me, but despite her sudden burst of speed, her attack was predictable. She...
2021-09-08 11:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Waiting to see if anybody arrived felt like an eternity.
Each of my women had a soul palace stylized in their own manner. Michelle’s was a castle on a cliff just above the shores. The Hua sisters were a competition in whose could be more richly decorated a display of wealth and power. Thea and Celina’s were quiet and far smaller. Kat’s was a mirror image of my own at the end of the row, as if ours were a pair of matching bookends.
Then of course, my mana beasts were their ow...
2021-09-07 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Up on the ninth floor, women in scantily dressed clothes moved about. The place didn’t seem to have a central attraction like the other floors. Instead, it looks far more like the sects I’d come to know with women practicing cultivation in alcoves and moving about in groups to train.
It only took one look from a woman in a pink gauzy dancers dress to know where I needed to go. “Madam Orchid is through there.”
“Thank you.” I cupped my hands and gave her a short nod.
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2021-09-05 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Charles took me into a side room of the building I still considered a brothel. I expected the polished veneer of the place to vanish the moment we left the public area, but to my surprise, it continued to be a well cared for building. Even the workers’ corridors seemed well designed.
“Here’s our bunk room. Take an empty bed. And I’m sorry about this, but you are going to need to put this on.” He handed me a metal cuff covered in a glowing script of enchantments.
“My ne...
2021-09-04 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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As I prepared to make my move, the doors opened and two men flanked us. I quickly reassessed the situation. While the slavers had been poorly equipped and only able to take me in my weakened state, these men were well armed with simple but well-made swords belted at their hips and chain mail peeking out from under their robes.
The way they moved also made it clear that they had more formal training than the slavers, which was admittedly a very low bar. I’d have to wait for another opp...
2021-09-03 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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As Kat and I dove into the portal, the world bled away around us. The portal felt like some strange area between spaces; I could feel the pull on my void mana even as we were shuttled from our world into the next.
The entire universe was laid out before us at that moment. Encompassing it was a massive tree, and our world was nothing but a small fruit in the corner of its massive canopy. One of hundreds of fruiting worlds among the branches.
As our bodies moved through the space, w...
2021-09-02 11:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Wrapping up one book and moving onto the next, figure it is time for an update.
Things were a little rocky on the start on Mana 4, but they are starting to smooth out. I don’t normally have to delete as much content, but some writer’s block crept up on me and I had to hammer it out by making a few terrible chapters and then rewriting them.
So it is just me hitting the keyboard as hard as I can this week to catch back up to my own schedule.
I should be able to stick to a ...
2021-09-01 13:58:02 +0000 UTC
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The wind flapped at my robes as I stood on the very peak of the floating mountain. The Ferrymen sect lay out below me, sprawling down the mountainside. Thousands of disciples worked dedicatedly to progress their cultivation.
All of them would kill to stand at the peak of the mountain and absorb the rich, pure mana that flowed out from the top and cascaded down to them.
But even this concentration of mana felt diluted to me now. I’d been cultivating the immortal mana from the por...
2021-09-01 11:01:02 +0000 UTC
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We know she was a shy shut in surrounded by piles of books from the few scenes outside the game. This would obviously be after she healed her face.
2021-08-30 12:58:35 +0000 UTC
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“Master. You’ll be back in no time.” Sylvia encouraged at the edge of the oasis.
“Thanks, I’m not too worried.”
However, she shot me a look like I shouldn’t be temping fate with that comment.
“Fine, I’ll take care of myself.”
Kelly grabbed the back of my neck before I could take a step towards the water. “I’ll need you to order me and Lauren to stay behind.”
I rolled my eyes. “I hereby order you two to watch over the oasis while I go u...
2021-08-30 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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The past week had been a blur following Chad’s death. The council had swooped in immediately, and the media spun up stories about a drug that was causing people to go wild. In low doses, it was said to have caused hallucinations, and had proven to have made its way into the city’s water supply.
That story was plastered over the front of every newspaper in the city and on constant replay on every television station.
And then a few days later, it became old news, pushed to the b...
2021-08-29 11:00:03 +0000 UTC
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As I stood, preparing to square off against a massive alpha wolf hyped up on drugs and magic, I once again questioned the choices I’d made to reach that moment.
The fucker was huge. Chad tore through the last of the shaft. Blood seeped from where his skin tore and stretched too far as he worked his mouth. I squinted at the massive monster; he seemed even bigger than the last time.
“Get out of the shaft.” I yelled, knowing it was about to become the sight of a carnage.
...
2021-08-28 11:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Scarlett’s bike slowed down as we got off the highway. We had spoken little during the drive; I made a mental note to get us bluetooth ear pieces if we made it a regular thing.
We had traveled into the suburbs, the very same ones that I grew up in. Things were nostalgically familiar as we drove. I spotted a shop that was still around on old, familiar roads.
Memories flooded back. Happy ones, that included my foster parents, my heart aching with the reminder of what I’d lost.
2021-08-27 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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I felt refreshed and more than a little smug as Scarlett walked with me tucked under my arm. The way she leaned against me felt like I was bigger than I was and sparked something in me that made me want to protect her.
After the second round, we’d taken a break. I’d been happy to just feel her lying against me; it was a high of its own. My beast and I were experiencing a new level of contentment just getting to touch her.
I knew from my studies that there was a cocktail of hor...
2021-08-26 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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The party was in full swing by the time we made it downstairs. Girls were dancing around in bikinis covered by white shirts that I had no doubt were going to get wet at some point. Music pumped out of a tower of black speakers as people went around with red plastic cups, filling the sorority’s backyard around the pool.
I had changed into my mandated swim trunks and t-shirt. I blended right in with the rest of the party.
Based on the guys around me moving a little more leisurely ...
2021-08-25 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Shots continued to pepper into the paper target, which had more holes than paper at this point. I held my hand out for more, but unlike before, Morgana didn’t hand me a filled magazine.
“You’re done Zach. I thought you were going to rest after just a few.” There was a knowing smirk on her face. I had said that, but I had so much unused tension filling my body, and it wasn’t like I could run it off. My body needed to heal.
When I’d found out she had a shooting range, I ...
2021-08-24 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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And just like that, I found myself riding in a beat up minivan, driving parallel to a raging wolf pack while Morgana leveled a grenade launcher out the window and Kelly reached across, holding the steering wheel stable.
I was really starting to question what life decisions had led me down my current path. I’d gone from pre-med student to… whatever this is with Morgana, in just a few days.
But I also wasn’t sure I was entirely sorry. I felt like I’d been able to do far more...
2021-08-23 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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The car doors clicked closed and Morgana’s tires were already burning rubber as she peeled out of the nursing home.
I was taking the vials out of my pockets and trying to find a way to secure them so they wouldn’t rattle and break during her driving. “So, Tee was pleasant.” It came out like sarcasm, no matter how hard I tried.
Morgana barked a laugh. “It’s okay. He’s an old ass. But he’s dependable, and we get along because we both hate the elves.”
“What...
2021-08-22 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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You don't see Scarlett in biking leathers till towards the end. But I wanted to make her a badass on the cover.
Needs wavy hair and two tails. But I think it's a very solid WIP for the cover. Might have to go change the details a little in the book to match.
What do you guys think?
2021-08-21 17:31:37 +0000 UTC
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I watched Morgana turn the van into a parking lot, convinced we must have missed a turn and needed to turn around. But when the van flew into a parking spot and came to a stop, I realized we had hit our destination.
“An old person’s home?” I asked. I’d expected some sort of elven tree house, not something so… mundane.
But this was just an old, nondescript one story building with a simple sign out front designating it as Pleasant Hollows.
“Yeah. Paras get old too....
2021-08-21 11:00:03 +0000 UTC
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It was easier to see Brent’s pack magic now that I was clear-headed and not looped up with drugs. His magic wasn’t as dirty as the pack magic the wolves in the factory had, but it had the same oily darkness mixed into what was once bright, gleaming orange. The part that concerned me, though, was that it was like he was the center of a spider web. The pack magic flowed out from him, and it was the dirty pack magic that was flowing.
He had time for it to have gotten better, but from w...
2021-08-20 11:01:33 +0000 UTC
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Not sure why I'm having such troubles with this story. As my best selling series there's pressure there along with some worried that with how I ending 3, that 4 isn't going to continue the audience.
Anyway, chipping away at the 2nd try at starting this one. Kat and his mana beasts join him in the immortal world in the beginning of the story. However, the rest of the girls are only connected to him via his soul palace. We will still get to see them, but in a reduced capacity at least for...
2021-08-19 21:31:35 +0000 UTC
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Morgana paced behind the well lit bar. Colored lights lit up the hundreds of liquor bottles from underneath, coloring them into a vivid red and attention pulling display. Even under the bright lights during the day, the bar was still the centerpiece of the bar.
I gnawed on a bone from the latest rack of ribs that had appeared in front of me. I was sitting up at the bar, watching Morgana as she hung up from yet another phone call. She turned and saw my expectant look.
“You know, ...
2021-08-19 11:01:01 +0000 UTC
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Scarlett walked next to me, her arm looped into mine as she peered up. “You’ve got this.” She’d been repeating encouragements throughout our walk to Bumps in the Night. I wasn’t sure if it was for me or herself, but it was nice to hear, regardless.
As we walked up, I was struck by how different it looked in the light of day from the night. All the scuffs and imperfections were easier to see, worn and showing the building’s history.
In the strobe lights and darkness, it...
2021-08-18 11:01:02 +0000 UTC
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After dinner, I took Scarlett down to the lower levels of Bumps in the Night. Jadelyn had bowed out at that point, saying she needed to go do homework. I knew it was a lie, but I was thankful for the time alone with Scarlett.
The club had shifted around the time that we wrapped up dinner. Downstairs, the club’s other areas had come alive with bass beats bumping in the night. The warm lights had been dimmed, with the only dim lights illuminating the bars and the wall of alcohol a neutr...
2021-08-17 11:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Phew, Dragon 1 just went off to the editor, spent the weekend editing the back half of the book. Now I just need a cover and a title for it >.<
Interesting journey for sure to write Urban Fantasy. I had to do some research and pacing work for more of a mystery/thriller vibe. I stepped back at one point and said, ‘I could totally make this non-harem’. You know it would probably sell better, longer. Then I said fuck it, I like harem.
Taking a break from writing today, catc...
2021-08-16 16:36:28 +0000 UTC
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Scarlette was staring at me. An eyebrow quirked as she waited for an answer for our lavish dinner. “I swear, one of my friends is just messing with me.” Spreading my hands out defensively. “I’m honestly not a big deal at all.”
Scarlett’s eyes narrowed further conspiratorially. “Who?”
“The owner of this place and I… have a work arrangement. And I guess we are kind of friends now?” It felt weird saying it, but in the few days I’d known her, Morgana had become...
2021-08-16 11:00:06 +0000 UTC
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It looked like a snowy Christmas morning as the air filled with falling puffs of the dangerous, addictive drug. Everything seemed to freeze for a moment as everybody watched the massive cloud spread across the warehouse.
There wasn’t anywhere to outrun it. Despite my effort to hold my breath, I soon was forced to breathe in the drug, and my body started to feel really good. Maybe even great.
Enjoying the wave of happiness, I inhaled deeply, but my breath was cut off as I was lau...
2021-08-15 11:00:04 +0000 UTC
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I was on my third snickers, sitting outside the gas station waiting for my clothes and my phone to dry out. At this point the sun was setting, and I’d seen the same report on my high-speed chase cycle through the news feed two more times. No image of me or an indication that they were looking for me was present. They were still working to find a corpse at the bottom of the river.
Checking the phone again, I nearly knocked the cup of rice off the bench. It actually started up.
It...
2021-08-14 11:01:01 +0000 UTC
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“You may want to hold on.” The jag’s engine revved as Morgana spun the wheel; we bumped up on the sidewalk, scattering pedestrians as she made the turn late and shot down what I belatedly realized was a one-way street. And we were going the wrong way.
Horns blared as Morgana swerved through the traffic, her tires blazed black rubber against the ground as she took the turn, following where I’d just seen the van. But as I scanned for it, it was nowhere to be seen.
She didn...
2021-08-13 18:57:54 +0000 UTC
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