Magic Stories

A The Goddess Story
Arthur was abandoned at birth, his mother unwilling to cope with his deformities. Working as a custodian to a large library he finds a slim book that tells of a ritual to summon a Goddess who he believes can help him. Things don't go as Arthur planned when he tries to gain an unwitting assistant in the ritual.

It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and Sherry was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn't at all what she had planned. With nothing better to do she had retired to bed early, but no sooner had her head touched the pillow when there was a loud banging on the front door of her cottage.

A lost soul remembers a different time and place, and pleasures with a succubus lover.

Catburglar Black Tigress finds herself stuck in a sealed room with the hero Heavensent. Left to their own devices for hours, with Tigress bound so enticingly the whole time, is it any surprise when the evening turns to a little (or a lot) consensual non-con?

Ye Mo, a powerful cultivator from the Luo Yue Continent, opens his eyes not in victory—but in a university classroom on Earth. The body he inhabits belongs to a pathetic young man: exiled from his family, mocked for impotence, and driven to despair after a failed confession to the girl Yan Yan. His master, the enigmatic Luo Ying, is nowhere to be found. Spirit Chi is almost nonexistent here. Yet Ye Mo refuses to accept mediocrity.

An orphan kid - David encounters in unknown past and the family he never knew.

Sue was camped out on her parents sofa in the living room on Christmas Eve. Her best friend Katie had insisted that Santa was real and that Sue would not regret waiting for him. "Trust me!” Katie had said earlier that day, her eyes burning into Sue's. "If you believe hard enough, if you believe with all your heart, this night will change your life." Sue was about to find out if Katie was right or if she was bullshitting her.

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?

A brief history of the New Journeyer's Universe in part.