wild hunt

"S-Sire?" There were not many things that could make the Shadowsinger tongue-tied but what the Erlking had just asked of him was one of them. He forgot himself temporarily and glanced up to meet those frigid green eyes. They seemed to bore into his skull right down to his soul and weigh it. His...

The Wild Hunt burned in his blood, it sang to every desire he had. Darkness blanketed the woods, gleaming moonlight straining to reach the ground through the trees. His breath coming in short bursts as he paced easily through the trees and bracken. Jago had diverted from his group, they had...

“Dear I really don’t think this is productive..” Rosebury’s gentle words fell on deaf ears as they moved through the forests. Finding the Sluagh wouldn’t be difficult. Joseph had spent enough time with them when his wife was alive, and this was the time of year they emerged in force. To dispense...

There was a myth amongst the humans of a round, jolly fat man who had a list of all the children who had been good and bad that year. On the darkest days of winter this old man with his rosy cheeks would leave presents under trees or in stockings hanging by the fireplace for all those who were...