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Whore’s Voyage: Part 13 – A Viking’s Future

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Viking Ship "Lofotr" by Geir Are Johansen

Author's note: This is part 13 and the finale of Whore's Voyage. This part, combined with part 12, was written prior to the previous 11 and was intended as the ending. However, the story does not end here..the epilogue was written this past Thursday and evolves the story to continue as my new Wicked Wednesday exclusive series, Sexton City...this is part two of that series. If I may, part one of this new series is one I am particularly proud of. Alrik clung to the pillar of the church steeple. Glancing around, he confirmed that Koke, Kadlin and Dennis were all secure around their own pillars as well. The church was the tallest building in Unaoss. His cheeks burned from the radiating heat of lava flowing along the street below. It had [Read more...]

Sacrifice to the Volcano

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Volcano by Indrik myneur

Author's note: This is part 12 of 13 from Whore's Voyage. Although this has been rewritten three times over since, this was the first part of the series I actually wrote before writing backwards from this. In the tradition of works such as Harry Potter...I then separated it into two parts (this one and XIII next week). One minor issue...if I may...is that this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "safe sex". I considered throwing a Trojan Horse into the mix, but... The sleepy town of Unaoss sat at the foot of the mountain Lofot. It nestled into a flat treed area just before the land vanished into the sea. Four hundred souls lived in this town normally. This night, however, only one mortal soul remained as he fought his way along side a [Read more...]

Vampyric Hunger

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Lightning by Kevin Burkett

Author's note: This is chapter 10 of 13 for Whore's Voyage. Roman blood flowed as Koke's teeth ripped at the soldier's throat. Her hands gripped around his hand that held the sword impaled in her belly. His hand grew slack on his grip upon the sword. His brown eyes showed the shock that came with meeting an immortal. Koke had grabbed his sword hand and pulled the sword deeper until her teeth could sink in just as lightning flashed through the skies overhead. The town had been ablaze against the night sky as Koke and Dennis stepped from the carriage. With shacks built close together, a single lightning strike and all was ready to burn. Seeing Alrik and the Celts were already to arms, Dennis directed Koke off the road to be out [Read more...]

Roman Law

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Gas Mask by TreyBearArt14

Author's note: Part IX of Whore's Voyage. We have skipped a bit of unimportant stuff, but allow me to fill in upon where we are. Alrik is driving a carriage that was provided by their new Celt companions that ride their own horses as outriders. The carriage, itself, carries Dennis and Koke. However, this is not really where we are beginning... The sign was a week old and announced the building as "The King Edward". A mix of grey and red bricks had been used in construction of the hotel. The lobby was white walls with arched stucco ceilings from which chandeliers dangled lighting the way. In fourth floor room, Koke sat back on the sofa and lifted the wine chalice to her lips. Her brown eyes watched through the large window. The room [Read more...]

Kadlin in Mists

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Copper Goblet by LeadIV

Author's note: this is part seven of Whore's Voyage. Due to this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt being a bit obscure for this series...I was going to ignore the prompt. After a severe rewrite, however, this series needed some humour anyway. Thus the point of view of where this story was originally written from has changed, just a bit. The prompt was to write from the perspective of a glass on the table's edge...well, not sure Viking houses had many glasses, so how about a goblet?...with attitude? The goblet sat on the table. Stoic. Godlike. It watched, as it always did. As happened most evenings, Antone had come into the chamber and poured wine into the goblet. He had then grasped it in his gloved hand and, in turn, poured the [Read more...]

Home to the Fogs of War

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"Grawth!" Alrik screamed. His sword was brandished out in front of his naked body. Koke, to his right, was unsure of the situation. Dennis had vanished and somehow the mortal Viking had sensed the coming Celts before she had. "Alrik? That's you?" The voice came from behind the dark veil of trees. "I knew it would be you, you bastard!" A large shadow stepped from the trees. A man taller and more muscled even than Alrik took two paces forward and stopped. His bald head picked up the orange from the firelight and featured a scar from mid scalp right down to the leather patch covering his left eye. His frowning face looked from Koke to Alrik. "You fucker, why the hell..." Koke tensed for the attack. "...did it take you so long [Read more...]

There Be Celts Here!

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New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum by Ken Lund

Author's note: This is part six of Whore's Voyage, marking the midway point of the thirteen part series. "I'm just lucky to be here," Koke said with a smile and allowed her tongue to lash out, sliding up the length of the Viking's erection. Alrik, though erect, did not stir. Since crossing first to England he had felt ill and exhausted. He continued onward without complaining as he wanted neither of his charges knowing he was failing. The fact that both Dennis and Koke were feeding off him some nights as he slept without him realizing was the main reason for his weakness. Were he to find out both were vampires might have been shock enough to kill him. He had strengthened as the approached the west coast and crossed again as Alrik [Read more...]

Of Vikings and Pirates

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"My love, are you there?" Koke's eyes snapped open. "Alrik?" she hissed. "I hear you, where are you?" Her eyes searched the scattered corpses around her. She had dispatched all without rousing suspicions, but if Alrik saw her like this he would be frightened. Blood from around her mouth was wiped off on the sleeve of the, now dead, whipman. "I am here!" "We are coming!" We? Who was we? She had fed upon his crew. Who did Alrik have with him? She decided that the blood upon her naked body would add sympathy, so left it alone and went to the door. A small window near the top of the far wall showed that sunlight was dwindling. A good thing, as she could deal with only so much light before her energy would drain. These [Read more...]