“Okay, Hazel, you’ve got this.” Hazel took a deep breath and leaned forward, holding her arm outstretched in front of her, palm facing upwards. Almost without her bidding, words began to flow from her lips in a language that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The magical language as a whole was terrifying, in a way, like it held something she shouldn’t be meddling with. Havoc had assured her the sensation was normal and also that it would fade.
However,

Hazel awoke with her head pounding so fiercely that it almost knocked her back out again. Seconds later she also realized that she was freezing cold despite resting beneath the thick fur blankets that covered the bed she shared with Fury. The chill assaulting her from within was such that she found her body attempting to curl into a ball of its own accord but the action was immediately stopped as a torrent of pain washed through her muscles and a sharp gasped escaped her lungs. Though she stoppe

“I don’t have words to describe how wonderful this is,” Hazel murmured as she desperately tried to fight off sleep. She was resting her head against Fury’s large, soft bosom, her body draped over her lover’s torso like a lopsided blanket.
“You’ve said that three times already,” Fury responded with a chuckle.
“Because that’s the only thing I can think to say about how this feels!” Hazel replied, groaning loudly and adding in a big

It was a warm summer day, one of the first since winter had finally relinquished the land from its harsh grasp, but the villagers marching through the woods had a solemn air about them. Perhaps none more so than the youngest among them, a girl only a few days past her eighteenth birthday with no clothes other than the simple white dress that showed off her long legs and a pair of loose sandals to protect her feet from the forest floor. There was almost something formal about her attire when pair