I've been published in such publications as Suspense Magazine, Lycan Valley Press, The Fictional Cafe, Drunk Monkeys, Red Fez and others. I've currently self published three novels. I plan to release more shorts and novels. Honestly, I'm just a wisp of smoke gliding across the astral plane, purposely creating thoughtful stories to keep you up at night.


In the year 814, the country of Ashovania is reaching a tipping point in a 100-year civil war. Both factions, Avalon, and Alastair, are battling over the illustrious and mysterious Arcane Rune, which is said to bring prosperity to the soil of the planet. However, things go wrong when the king of Avalon is killed, and his son gains control of the kingdom. He is unfit to helm the war, almost dooming Avalon completely.  Not to mention that he's been suffering from hallucinations of a demon. The story revolves around several people in the country, their connection with the rune, and the explanation of what the demon actually is. 

Ashovania's Demon

"Whatever it is, until he calms down, he's not leaving my sight."


...The Queen lies on her side, child-like, with her hands between her thighs. Trying to cover her core. She's dressed in an elegant nightgown and nothing more. Behind her, The Black Knight wipes sweat off his forehead. Five thrusts were the most he could give for the introduction to her sanctuary. No shortness of his perspiration though, as it showered upon her breasts even before entry. 


She remained quiet throughout, and the same after. Staring hollow into the moonlight. Embarrassed, humbled, and unsure, The Black Knight offered his tongue as replacement. The proposal shut her legs tighter than a vise-grip. He is baffled.


"Do you wish to receive any pleasure from me, my Queen? I'll admit, you've caught me vulnerable, and the only people to witness that die by my hands."


Chapter 46