RileyThoughts on Spooked in the Woods: With her career on the line (and an ex who has profited off her ideas and it sounds like she very much wants to throat punch him), Riley is going all out on her podcast about the entity haunting Whistling Pines. She's determined and really has nothing to lose at this point so she's in it to win it. She's also extremely open minded and willing to do whatever needs to be done to make this the podcast to end all podcasts.
Ghost hunting rule #1: Don't screw the haunts. But here I am, lost in Whistling Pines with dead batteries, a useless compass, and a shadow man who can literally pass through my clothes. My podcast needs this episode, even if I have to camp in this creepy forest for a week. The locals warned me about the entity that stalks trespassers, but failed to mention he's got magical hands that can touch me in places—and ways—that should be physically impossible. Now we're being hunted by very human killers, and my sexy shadow is the only thing keeping me alive. If we survive, this will either be my most downloaded episode ever or the world's kinkiest ghost story. Maybe both.
Ash
Forty years scaring away humans, and this mouthy podcaster just keeps taunting me to "bring it on." She thinks I'm a hoax. I'll show her how real I can be. I didn't expect her defiance to strengthen my manifestations or her touch to awaken sensations I thought died with my body. Now I can solidify enough to pin her against trees, trail shadow-fingers across her skin, and make her moan my name into those microphones she loves so much. I need her alive to expose my killers. She needs my protection from the men hunting her. What neither of us planned on was how addictive it would be when a creature made of shadows learns exactly how to make a skeptic believe.
I did not, at any point, believe this spell would produce a demon.Thoughts on The Demon's Prey Thing: The final D&D girlie is about to meet her match and Roxanne NEVER expected it would be a demon who did it for her. To be fair, the demon didn't expect to fall so hard for a human, so they're both dealing with this surprise.
I was halfway through summoning a mild-mannered demon when I'm interrupted by a demon roughly ten times its size—with nothing “mild” about him. Apparently there’s a coven across town with no self-control and a truly appalling wish list, and he is desperate to avoid being dragged back into their ritual.
According to him, the only way he can get a moment’s peace tonight is if I bind him to my soul with a bargain. Which would be fine—except I cannot, for the life of me, think of a single thing I want.
Unfortunately, he takes one look at me—a woman too horny to function—and informs me he already knows exactly what I’m trying not to ask for.
"i'm either going insane or i just discovered a new cryptid... and he gives the BEST head"Thoughts on The Monster's Prey Thing: Sabine is the next D&D girlie to find her special someone and he's a monster who REALLY enjoys giving. He's also eight feet tall (maybe taller?) and doesn't speak. But he's a giver. Such a giver.
That was the title of the first post written about our city's newest urban legend, a giant himbo running the streets at night and giving people orgasms like he was engineered by the state tourism board. I, for one, cannot sit in this bar for a second longer without finding out just how good this monster really is.
My vampire best friend promised to turn me at thirty, then vanished for a decade and left me human, horny, and heartbroken. Now I spend my birthdays roleplaying the pornographic version of our friendship with strangers—and the masked man I brought home tonight is very good at pretending to be the vampire I never got over.Thoughts on The Vampire's Prey Thing: Ina is the next of the group to have her world rocked and she's kind of a wee bit haunted by the ten year absence of her best friend. Who happens to be a vampire. No matter how hard she tries to forget him, Samson is in her thoughts.
It’s a tale as old as time: your self-exiled, over-protective vampire best friend disappears for a decade, then comes back as an unapologetically predatory lover with the moral compass of a starving cat. Next thing you know, you’re tied to your own bedposts being sexually and emotionally edged. Birthdays, am I right?
Here’s a tip: when your vampire tells you he wants to wait twenty years to turn you because he “likes MILFs,” do not—under any circumstances—trust him with your eternity.
My crush works at a game store, but looks like he was developed by a team of horny scientists. I collect werewolf minis and it shows. This is a look-don't-touch relationship.Thoughts on The Werewolf's Prey Thing: Tabitha is the next D&D girlie to find her special someone and he's a werewolf with a strong protective instinct. Fortunately for everyone, Tabitha REALLY likes werewolves (the same way Agnes REALLY liked gargoyles) and she's not at all put off when Ram appears, saves her from some bad guys, and then goes furry.
Ram was supposed to be a fantasy—the kind of guy you daydream about, not the one who shows up to save you. But when the full moon rises, the gentle giant I flirt with becomes unrecognizable… and the werewolf who’s been secretly protecting me starts hunting me instead.
There are desiccated frat boys in the streets, a gargoyle just stole my best friend, and the wolf who carried me into the woods says I’m safer with him than anywhere else so long as I don’t run.
Rules for surviving the night:Reader, I ran.
- Don’t run.
- Seriously, don’t run.
- If you do run, expect to be caught.
This Halloween, I didn’t just meet a wolf—I triggered his mating frenzy. If I survive the night, I’ll wake up claimed—heart, body, and soul—by the predator who used to be my protector.
I’m the girl who tries to seduce gargoyles at D&D night. Here's hoping practice makes perfect—because the one outside my window just woke up.Thoughts on The Gargoyle's Prey Thing: I liked this one. It was a short and sweet little nugget of a story with a lady who REALLY likes gargoyles. To the point where if a gargoyle (or gargoyles) pop up in her D&D game, she can't help but try to seduce them. Unfortunately, her seduction attempts don't tend to end well, but Agnes is undeterred. Her love of big, winged monsters will not be turned aside so easily.
The stone guardian overlooking my bedroom was clearly carved to torture me. Four years of pining have spiraled into an obsession no human can sate. I can't even convince one to rail my character in D&D.
But when something inhuman stalks me through the night, my fantasy shatters—literally. The statue explodes into life, and suddenly the protector I adored is a predator driven by an instinct to claim his mate.
One daring stroke along his horns unintentionally ignites a frenzy neither of us can control. Desire turns feral, and devotion turns to something far more dangerous.
Now I can't tell if I’ve been rescued or marked… and whether I can handle what this gargoyle is about to give me.
