NOTE: THEY'LL BE OTHER EROTIC SERIES AFTER THIS STORY, SO STAY TUNED FOR MORE. DON'T FORGET TO DROP A REVIEW ON THE BOOK. A frown crossed Greg's brow and a protest was about to leave his mouth. The healer, however, pressed an index finger on his lips, shushing him. "Whatever else might be said, the Draknar alliance is my enemy, you were forced to take your family and run away from your home because of the trouble that I brought with me. Next, you came within a hair's breadth of crippling yourself just to give me the chance to start over on my path of magic. Yes, you might have benefitted greatly from it, but at the time, you had no way of knowing that this would be the outcome. You could have just as easily lost everything and still not succeeded at what you were trying to do. And yet that didn't stop you. You put everything on the line for me. I could sit here all day trying to put the words together, and I still wouldn't be able to capture just how much that one gift means to me, a

What is your name young warrior?" The rotund man bedecked in jewel-encrusted golden rings asked.Greg was currently inside the main tent of the caravan where the leader of the caravan would spend the day. In the caravan, chairs weren't commonly used as they had the nasty habit of sinking in the sand. That's why the man was lying back on a thick pile of pillows to support his prodigious weight, with a thick carpet under them keeping him from sitting directly in the sand. Greg was currently standing barefoot on the same carpet, having been forced to leave his shoes just outside the tent. While Greg did his best to keep his gaze fixed on the man, he could feel the burning gazes of the other occupants of the main tent.As the man's size clearly indicated, he was one to indulge his desires. Which was why the tent was full of scantily clad women all wearing veils and formfitting attire that left very little to the imagination. Unfortunately for the man, his propensity to indulge in one area

NOTE: THEY'LL BE OTHER EROTIC SERIES AFTER THIS STORY, SO STAY TUNED FOR MORE. DON'T FORGET TO DROP A REVIEW ON THE BOOK. Greg could understand why the mage didn't surface even if just for the added speed of not having to wade through sand. The bandits and caravans seemed to have a mutual understanding. Don't bring out the big guns and we won't either. If mages were involved, the scale of destruction would sharply rise. Winning the battle after the whole caravan was destroyed would hold very little meaning for either side. But since when had people abided by rules perfectly? Especially when greed was involved. Both Greg and the mage after him were playing in the grey area of plausible deniability. Greg had been fighting with superhuman strength and speed but hadn't cast any spells, meaning that the bandits couldn't point to him as justification for bringing out their mages. They, on the other hand, had chosen a mage that could remain entirely hidden even as he went after the one deci

No one I've swung it at has ever complained," Greg answered with a confident smile.This time, a burst of laughter escaped the corpulent man. "That's only because the veil separates the living from the dead. If the dead could speak, I'm certain that more than a few would complain," he said looking amused.Greg just smiled, casting a glance at the man before turning back to his wife who'd unconsciously bitten on her lower lip. "Would you be willing to show me?" She asked daringly."I'd be glad to. But I'm afraid that if I pull out my sword here, the men your husband has positioned just outside the tent would cut me down before I can even begin swinging," Greg replied with an easy smile."Skilled with the sword and observant too," the Krethna stated with clear approval in his voice. Not only did he not bother denying Greg's words, there wasn't even a hint of remorse on his face to begin with.But while a casual listener like the man would assume that Greg was trying to convey that he wa

NOTE: THEY'LL BE OTHER EROTIC SERIES AFTER THIS STORY, SO STAY TUNED FOR MORE. DON'T FORGET TO DROP A REVIEW ON THE BOOK. Calyn hadn't been sure what to expect. The fearful part of her had been scared that living with Roka would be like living with a tyrant, someone who expected whatever he said to be treated like law. Reality, however, entirely contradicted this. Not only was he not the kind to order others around, but he made it a point to consult with those close to him when making most decisions. And more than just consulting, he actually listened to what advice the ones he consulted had to offer. That in itself wouldn't have been that odd if those around him were powerful mages with a deep knowledge of either magic or the world at large. However, only two out of five people around Roka had any magic to begin with. The first was his guard, Olivia as he'd called her. Calyn had yet to establish what school of magic she belonged to. The other was the flame-haired young man who was s