A Ruin of Shattered Secrets – Magic and Marvels Read Online Max Walker

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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Straight guys. So gross and so fucking sexy all at the same time. What enigmas.

“Alright, dude. There’s pizza on the stove if you want.”

“I’m good,” I said, knowing that the pizza he was offering me had been sitting on the stove for the last two days.

That’s when Lily, my hellhound, must have heard me, giving a deep and guttural bark before sauntering out of my bedroom. She was about sixty pounds of four-legged royalty, or at least she walked like she was royalty, with a little pep in her step. As if she was on one of those dog judging shows, ready to earn first place. Except for the fact that she wouldn’t be qualified since she was half canine and half supernatural, her coat looking like a black-and-white golden retriever’s, but the two spiraling black horns on her head and the arrow-shaped whip tail of hers gave her otherworldly nature away.

“Hey there, sweet girl,” I said, crouching down and getting some good cheek kisses in.

“I already walked her, so she should be good for the night.”

“Thanks, Jared,” I said, appreciative of him for looking after Lily. He may not have been the cleanest of guys, but he did have a good heart. “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Night, man.”

“Night.”

I went to my bedroom, Lily following behind me, nudging my hand as I shut the door. I gave her a few more head scratches and kisses before she went to the plush gray bed on the floor next to mine, curling herself up so that her head rested on her tail, her innocent golden eyes looking up at me as I started to get comfortable.

Damn, did it feel good being back in my bedroom. It wasn’t anything as nice as what I’d seen in the Blackthorne Castle, but it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care that I could stretch out my arms from side to side and nearly touch each wall, nor did I care that I could clearly feel the vibrations of my downstairs neighbor’s television through the floor.

None of that really mattered. It just felt good to be home, falling down onto my bed, not needing to worry about blades of lethal ice or red-robed cultists ready to end your life. I felt safe, and I was comfortable, and that’s all that really mattered. I had experienced nights of the extreme opposite. Of not knowing where my bed would be, or who I’d be sleeping next to, or what meal I’d be eating. That was true fear. That was the kind of shit that kept you up at night, making the next day all that much worse.

But that wasn’t my life anymore. So much had changed.

I settled into my bed, deciding I’d get up later to brush my teeth and shower. But for now, all I wanted to do was lie down. I’d stripped down to just my black briefs, the cool silk of the dark blue comforter soft against my skin. I may not have had a huge bank account, but if I was going to splurge on one thing, it would be bedding. I was a snob for high-quality sheets and a magazine-like setup, with plenty of comfortable pillows and a hand-knit throw blanket, all of the colors complementing each other.

I grabbed my phone and started to scroll, deciding I needed to empty my mind with funny videos or commentary.

My feed was quickly consumed by men, most of them naked. A few videos caught my attention, my briefs feeling way too tight. I tugged them off as I made one video full screen, watching the man jerk himself off as he rode a dildo on the edge of his tub. It was hot, and it was made even hotter by the fact that the man looked suspiciously like Maddox. Not that it was—it was obvious this was a different person—but the two men had the same build: big and strong and powerful. I didn’t know what Maddox was packing, but if it was anything like the eight-inch monster the man in the video stroked, then he didn’t have anything to complain about.

And neither did his partners.

I shut my eyes and started to imagine Maddox, what he would look like riding a dick. I didn’t know what kind of position he enjoyed, but I was sure that he’d look real fucking hot with his ass spread and a cock sliding in and out.

Fuck. I opened my eyes and started to scroll again, the algorithm continuing to serve me exactly what I wanted: cock.

Until it didn’t. Until one post filled my screen and knocked me completely out of my lusty orbit. I read the post once, then twice, then a third time, my dick getting limp by the fifth read-through.

“The Chaos King must never return. Anyone involved in the Crimson Ring’s efforts—both past and present—to release Niazatos will pay a severe price. We are instructing all Enforcers to focus their efforts on uncovering and snuffing out these deviants.”


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