The Glade

By Red_Wolfen


The sun beat down harshly upon the head of a lone figure which trudged its way steadfastly down the wide dirt track into Celeste's kingdom. The head belonged to Brom Thatcher, a young man whose slight frame was bent almost double under an enormous rucksack. He was 19 and had spent most of his life working at his father's inn. However, on his last birthday, he had decided that he could not spend another minute swabbing floors and cleaning tankards and decided to

Celeste, The Flesh-Artificer 3: Big Bad Wolf


Author's note: You should probably read the prologue before you read this story for the first time. This part of the story stands by itself, but I split them up because this bit corresponds to the fairy tale I based it on and the prologue just sets the scene. Now, on to the vore!


The great wolf-monster moved silently through the forest, the sun shining through the leaves overhead casting a pattern of dappled shadows on his red fur. His na

Celeste, The Flesh-Artificer 3: Big Bad Wolf-Prologue


The village that rested in the shadow of Celeste's mountain citadel was not a happy place. Around two thousand people inhabited the town and surrounding farmsteads, living in constant fear of Celeste and her creations. Travelers and merchants came and went hurriedly, and the disappearance of residents was a part of everyday life. Stories filtered back about anyone who tried to flee and start a new life somewhere far away. Travelers

Celeste, The Flesh-Artificer: Cream Filled


Celeste reclined languidly on her great throne, readying herself for this evening's performance. Celeste was a flesh-artificer, a powerful sorceress who manipulated life itself to spawn beings of every shape and purpose imaginable from her great, black cauldron. Many of her creations were monstrous soldiers for her personal army, whose blasted countenances and claw-tipped limbs struck fear into the hearts of her enemies. However, she also used

Celeste, the Flesh-Artificer

By Red Wolfen


Perched on a windswept crag in Harkania, a land steeped in sorcery and mysticism, is the black and forbidding keep of Celeste, the Flesh-Artificer. She was tall and stately, with ample breasts; honey-colored skin; long, blue/black hair; and dark, lustful eyes. A powerful mage, Celeste specialized in the magical manipulation of life itself, bringing forth all manner of strange creatures from her enchanted cauldron. There were towering ogre