Astraeus Collection, LGBT Characters, Short Story

Cat and Mouse

An assassin never forgets his first kill, or the only person he couldn’t.


Keeping watch from outside the lively villa as the promise of warmth and the smell of roasted meats taunted his senses, Hart was keenly aware of the night chill.

Laféron was a city of nobles, and if there was one sinfully excessive thing nobles liked to do, it was party. Lavishly dressed lords and ladies stepped out from their carriages and, linked arm-in-arm with their companions, headed into the manor. Their decadent jewelry glistened teasingly in the moonlight, but Hart restrained his greed. Pale, blue eyes waited patiently for the mark. The man would be hard to miss.

Esperance Valois. The son of, and now heir to, Lord Aurélien Valois. A strikingly handsome felidae adopted into a society of rich and affluent elves. He always stood out, if not for his looks than for the trouble he caused.

Lord Esperance was as charismatic as he was eccentric and he liked to spend his time at gambling houses, theatres, and brothels, much to the chagrin of his poor father. Politicians hated him because he liked to toy in their affairs, but the Church hated him even more. Hart could guess why.

A vain nobleman with a blemished reputation and, usually, a stomach full of wine.

It should have been an easy job.

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Astraeus Collection, LGBT Characters, Short Story

The Joker and the Thief

The stone wall of the musty cell felt cool against his bruised back. Slumped over in the corner, he tried not to think about the way his knees clattered together. Anguished wails ripped through the air from somewhere down the hall, filling him with terror anew.

Before long the door threw upon and jeering guards shoved a moaning prisoner inside, tossing him as if he were a heap of trash. Without even the strength to fight back, the quivering man let himself be shackled. Then he curled up into himself and sobbed.

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Astraeus Collection, LGBT Characters

Star-Crossed

As morning broke, the observatory had all but cleared out.

Working under dimming candlelight, Yao Yu sketched the impression of a falling star into an aged ephemeris. The comet had soared across the last night’s sky and would not again for another seventy years.

Leona weaved into view from behind the rows of bookshelves. “Calling it a night?” she asked.

“In a bit. I have water boiling for a tea that encourages sleep.”

He caught a swish of her fluffy tail as a gleam flashed across her emerald eyes.

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Astraeus Collection

Dragonborn

This is part of the Astraeus Collection. Though these stories won’t be chaptered or written in chronological order, they take place within the same narrative.


The stone walls of the barracks carried the echoes of brusque voices plotting slaughter. It was strategic massacre, and Yao Yu was the architect.

The war had already taken so much from him but he knew that without it he would be dead. The Lord Commander held a special appreciation for divination; when others wanted to cut the captive Dragonborn down where he stood, Ser Michial said that doing so would be a waste of talent.

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LGBT Characters, Short Story

It Gets Better

I’m not like other girls.

I don’t listen to radio pop, I listen to alt rock.

I don’t wear skirts, I wear zebra print skinny jeans.

I don’t watch Teen Wolf and Glee, I watch anime and Doctor Who.

I don’t read Twilight, I read yaoi.

I don’t whore around, wear makeup, or date normies like other girls my age.

Wait, that’s not right.

I’m not a teenage girl at all.

I’m a twenty-six-year-old gremlin who lives in the basement.

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Small Things

light and dark

“When the Nations came down upon the dragons with their fury, those of us with obsidian scales felt it the hardest.

People harbor the illusion that white is good, black is evil. That dark is destruction, that light is holy. This is an empty dichotomy. I witnessed a village wiped out by radiant flames, hundreds of lives seared to ash in a blinding instant. Light is just as wrathful, just as sinister. It matters not which kind of magic you conjure, but what you do with it.”

This is a prototype design for Draekai, a plane-hoppin’ Dragonborn who broke away from the order he once served to embrace the Abyss. He’s got a big sword and some crazy ass magical powers.

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LGBT Characters, Short Story

You People Are Monsters

Having sex with a werewolf just before the full moon’s rising was not Allen’s smartest idea. Matters were made worse when the obnoxious ghost from next door floated in.

“What’s up, bros?”

Romeo died at a frat party. Freak accident. For him, the party never ended.

“Hey, deadbrain,” growled the lycanthrope currently pumping his hips, “we’re in the middle of something.”

“By all means, carry on. How about I order pizza and we can hang out after you guys finish. That cool?”

Allen lifted his head up from the pillow to say, “Pizza would be great, actually.”

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