Imagine a life form traveling between worlds as a parasite, changing the host to something grossly different. Imagine being a wealthy man that bathed in an isolated warm pool and his loss of control as he is consumed from within...
This is the sequel to my other story titled 24 Kills for Shelly. This 80000 word story finishes the end of man what the Norse (Vikings) called Ragnarok. I haven't finished editing the last couple of chapters so please don't get hung up on the grammar and spelling errors.
Jaime is an English cabin boy on a Dutch merchantman in the Caribbean in the early eighteenth century when piracy and sea dueling between the Spanish and English flourished. Jaime was well versed in the duties of a cabin boy, and he didn’t mind doing them too much. He would welcome any master who came through the captain’s cabin door and demanded that he lie on his back.
In the movie "The Mist" a woman leaves the store after the mist surrounds it to walk home to her young children. What happened to her? Spoilers for the movie.
In the unforgiving deserts of the Wild West, legends are born from gunfire, grit, and the scars left behind. Mika Thorn—petite, charming, and sharper than the sting of desert wind—was once one of the finest headhunters alive. But after a string of brutal encounters with outlaws and a mysterious teacher who trained her through pain and humiliation, Mika’s body bears the marks of every fall, every near-death, every lesson.