Superchica

Diana’s POV I wrung my hands together as I made my way down the hallway, fingers lightly dragging down each of the gauntlets on my forearms. I had decided that wearing them at all times was completely necessary with the power I saw emanating from some of the other godly captives. My dark locks bounced as I walked with conviction to my room, deciding I needed a moment to sit and meditate on my current situation. It was an unfamiliar feeling to be at the mercy of space and time, a feeling of vulnerability that I quickly decided I had absolutely no taste for in the least. I walked into my room, turning to shut the door behind me, my forehe

Music for This Chapter: Howlin' at The Moon by Blues Saraceno Eric Northman clutched the handlebars of his new blood red Harley Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle, a pair of sunglasses resting across his face. He rolled his shoulders lightly, the leather jacket he wore creaking in response as he lifted up a hand to point in the left direction, signifying to Pam on the motorcycle following him to turn left. Pam sat clad in leather pants, leather jacket, and a red corset seated upon her new Tiffany Harley Davidson just as Eric had promised her, she realistically would not have settled for anything less. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a low pon

Tath paced back and forth, as his hand absently rubbed at the smoothness that was his completely baldhead. His head turned quickly to the door when he heard the light knocking from the other side. He trotted over and whipped open the door, a wide grin spreading across his face. Behind the door stood Aphrodite and two other women. One woman was very short with pitch-black hair and a black gown to match while the other bore no head. “Ladies, yes please, do come in,” Tath started as they all sauntered their way past the doorframe and into Tath’s humble abode. Tath closed the door behind them and rubbed his palms together anxiou

Chapter Song: Down to the Bottom - Dorothy Charming, California Sookie Stackhouse strolled down the street of the small town’s main street with a new hitch in her step. This was the first time since she was born that she aimed to live anywhere else but the south of the United States, anywhere even outside of Louisiana and she viewed it as another adventure. An adventure away from supernatural beings, away from drama, and most importantly, a town where absolutely no one knew who she was, what she could do, or what she’d been through. It was time for a clean slate. She dressed herself in a modest, yet “charming” blue sun