Hereafter

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C15 - Apex - DRAFT

Reforming my eyes, I found myself back in my usual state—goo! However, this time, I awoke luxuriating in a pool, bathing in a feast of chimera. A gory landscape surrounded me: blood and chunks of meat scattered across the ground, melding seamlessly with my darkness. It resembled a sea of blood in the aftermath of a shark’s feast on a surfer, mixed with the aftermath of the Valdez oil spill....

PATREON EXCLUSIVE - BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C14.5 - SMUT 2

Niamh’s fingertip pressed against the priestess’s lower lip, subtly pulling it down before sliding it down her chin. Pausing for a few heartfelt seconds, the two gazed deeply into one another’s eyes. Their lips met, exchanging a long breath that was filled with desire and desperation. But to Heather’s gasp, the succubus pulled back, leaving her desiring more. Niamh traced her finger alo...

UPDATE

Hello Everyone,

Things are progressing, albeit slowly. I had a surprise visit from my sister and nieces, who flew down, making things a bit hectic right now. I'll continue to write as much as possible in the next two weeks, but please be aware that releases might be sporadic while they're here. Sorry!

Regarding the projects I've been working on, progress on the animation fron...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C14 - The Power - DRAFT

As dawn crept closer, the horizon blushed with the soft glow of the rising sun over Völuspá. Its pink and blue hues contrasted with the matching auroras in the darkness of space, illuminating the sky as the sun edged around the crest of the massive gas giant. Amidst the dim light, a deafening, mighty roar erupted from the towering chimera, sending shockwaves through the battlefield before the...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C13 - The Core - DRAFT

My night took a nosedive pretty fast. I kicked things off trying to master flying, but instead, I ended up splattered all over the ground—too much gravity, not enough airtime. After scraping myself together from that debacle, I figured maybe flying’s not my thing right now. Next brainwave? Weaving myself a skeleton. Sounds bizarre, I know. It’s like, I’m trying to give my life—well, m...

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C09 - Admin Access - DRAFT

Herman

“What the hell?” Korban muttered, gazing off into space above his head.

You Have Entered The Marshcrypt Grotto Dungeon!

It was utterly baffling! I’m no fool—I know what a dungeon is. They’re staples in novels and anime, not real life. Yet here we are, wrapped in events that rival any high fantasy tale, with a dungeon materializing before us. And let’s not sk...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C12 - Into Darkness - DRAFT

With a gooey yawn that emerged as a little squeak, accompanied by a wide, sticky stretch, I reignited my orange eyes only to find myself as a tiny blob of tar. You’d think I’d be accustomed to waking up like this by now, and... huh, you’d be correct. Shrugging off my situation, I focused on figuring out where I had respawned.

I was in a massive, dark chamber, the only illumination b...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C11 - A Raging Toad - DRAFT

Aurelia

Everyone dreams of ruling, but they never mention the endless bureaucracy that comes with power. It’s a major reason I often fantasize about torching this entire empire I’ve built, running away with my beloved, and living a carefree life akin to forest nymphs or, better yet, dryads, surrounded by countless felines in some secluded paradise. But no, I want only the best for my ...

UPDATE / FYI

I'm really wracking my brain with Birthright this week, having hit a wall. I don't want to rush the story, but it's feeling a bit slow to me. It's definitely a story that will need significant editing and rewriting later on. I think I'll take a bit of a break from it for a week or two as I play around with ideas on how best to move forward. I suspect my issue is that I'm taking it too ...

UPDATE - Google Docs

Hello everyone!

I’m new to Google Docs, and I’m sure there are going to be tons of mistakes early on with this, but I wanted to try a more interactive approach to my writing with the final draft of the first book on the horizon (fingers crossed)!

I would like to make this exclusive for Patreon members, but I don’t know how to do that without constantly adding and removing emai...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C10 - Dreaming As One - DRAFT

“Fuck, I’m dead,” I uttered, the words emerging in two distinct voices.

Was this place the Dream Realm or Realm of Dreams? Or perhaps Purgatory? I haven’t settled on an official name yet. Honestly, all three seem fitting, and I’ll probably keep switching between them, much like a politician flip-flops on promises or how Aurelia constantly enjoys switching positions—be it on he...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C09 - Bones - DRAFT

After my umpteenth attempt at gravity manipulation, I again found myself splattered into goo across the courtyard. The overwhelming urge to scream in frustration was almost unbearable, along with a deep-seated desire to commit an atrocity against someone or anyone—preferably something endearingly cute, but not Phantasia. She’s adorably dangerous in a way that makes her utterly non-murderabl...

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C08 - Into The Looking Glass - DRAFT

Korban

Herman glanced back at me, his expression turning to one of growing panic as his hand continued to disappear further and further into the dark liquid. The surface around his hand rippled, emphasizing the liquid appearance against the otherwise ultra-black surface. In an oddly timed throwback to old movies, my mind likened it to a Stargate, although its shape was more akin to an arc...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C08 - The Gathering - DRAFT

Aurelia

Hand in hand with my beloved, we stood before one of the many courtyards, her hand warm against my cool flesh. Despite my usual frigid touch, my heart throbbed intensely. I’ve waited an eternity to be united with my love. Now, at last, I have her—well, him in a past life, but such details of reincarnation fade into insignificance—she’s mine!

As I leaned into Blake, o...

UPDATE

Hello Everyone,

Here's a quick update for all of you.

I think I've finally got my shit sorted out—well, as much as any self-proclaimed insane person can. My game plan is to roll out four draft chapters each week: two for "Blake" and two for "Birthright." I won't commit to specific days or a particular order for their release because, let's face it, my brain just doesn�...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C07 - Eye of the Tiger - DRAFT

“Well, that was interesting,” I murmured into Aurelia’s shoulder, my gaze following her subjects as they hurried out of the throne room. Their movements quickened by a palpable fear of me, avoiding my gaze as they scattered.

“You were a bit ruthless at the start, wouldn’t you say?” Aurelia remarked, her voice maintaining an oddly even tone.

I pulled back, slightly taken ...

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C07 - The Crystal Towers - DRAFT

Korban

Leaning against a parked car, I caught my breath, captivated by the mesmerizing dance of pink and blue hues within the crystal in my hand. Its beauty was enchanting, yet its power was terrifying. My gaze drifted skyward, drawn to the aurora’s similar swirl of colors, sparking an exhilarating yet unsettling realization: I had wielded magic—real, undeniable magic. This was not me...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C06 - Vampiric Court - DRAFT

Led hand in hand by my stunning vampiress, we halted before towering gates, which dwarfed any set of doors I had ever seen, including those within the dungeon. Flanked by six vampires in dark plate armor, imposing on each side, the gates were crafted from a dark, metallic substance. This material resembled metal but gleamed with an icy or obsidian sheen, lending them a sculptural aura. Adorned ...

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C06 - Sanctuary? - DRAFT

Zoe

Try as I might, I cannot hide the slight trembling of my hands. I cannot say if it’s fear or whatever is going on with my health—sadly, I doubt I’ll ever get the doctor’s results with all that’s happening. Do I have brain cancer, a tumor, or, hopefully, something as stupid as a vitamin deficiency? Seriously, the world is ending, and I’m worried about my health; how silly. ...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C05 - Blissful Awakening - DRAFT

As I slowly blinked my eyes open, awakening gradually, I found myself pondering my surroundings for the briefest of moments. My gaze lifted to a chiseled, dark stone vaulted ceiling, reminiscent of what one might expect in a cathedral, not a bedroom. And the bed—oh, the bed—it was colossal! Envision three California king-sized beds merged widthwise, then extended with six more in length. Th...

PATREON EXCLUSIVE - BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C04.5 - SMUT

Disclaimer: I’m not entirely confident about my skills in writing explicit content. Therefore, I’m hesitant to include smut in the final draft. While I appreciate a twisted and warped narrative, I often find myself rolling my eyes at novels that incorporate sex—it’s challenging to execute well, and most authors seem to miss the g-spot—I meant, mark. Often sounding lik...

UPDATE - Posting Changes

First off, I'm going to pause posting Birthright this week(end). My mind is racing with too much, and I can't focus properly—sorry!

An update about some upcoming changes. I contemplated creating a poll for this, but I've already decided on the direction I want to take.

As many of you know, I'm an aspiring author with delusional dreams of grandeur toward publishing. I em...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C04 - Lost Holiness - DRAFT

Blake

I felt like a schoolgirl with a massive crush. Seriously, Aurelia was gorgeous! Have I mentioned that already? If I had, it still hasn’t been enough. That’s probably why I can’t wipe this lust-filled smile off my face.

Dream, you’ve got us drooling.

Oh, shit!

With a nonchalant twist, I glanced away from Aurelia, who was lo...

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C05 - A Believer - DRAFT

Korban

Following these three soldiers felt like a lapse in judgment. If I had any common sense, I should be making a beeline for my car, heading straight home to my kids. Yet, if these soldiers held even a sliver of hope that demolishing those crystal-coated steam stacks could halt the chaos, then wasn’t that the surest path to securing my children’s safety? The presence of goblins as...

UPDATE

Just a quick note before you dive in: MILD SPOILER ALERT AHEAD! 

Dear Benevolent Monsters and Esteemed Readers,

I wanted to share a brief update on my progress. The journey of crafting these chapters has been slow but entirely positive. Typically, a chapter takes about two days for me to complete. However, I've been dedicating extra time to these fir...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C03 - Reunited - DRAFT

Aurelia

Flexing my fingers, I felt each one pop as I gazed down at my long nails, my claws, their blood red polish fading to black—a constant since the day my soul awoke in this body, in this farce of a reality. I was torn from my home, from my love, by a gruesome death at the hands of foreign invaders, the Romans. Time, it seems, has marched on in my home realm; two th...

Blake Pudding's MidJourney Art Collection - 5

BIRTHRIGHT - B01:C04 - HALO - DRAFT

Raymond

As I eyed the keys casually resting on the dashboard, I fought the urge to groan. They were in plain sight, mocking my earlier resolve to hotwire this relic of automotive history. The car’s interior screamed “work in progress,” with Mr. Jefferson evidently yet to tackle the upholstery. The driver’s seat stood solitary, its comrades banished to the elements outside, the onc...

BLAKE PUDDING - B03:C02 - Feeble - DRAFT

I was plummeting toward the ground—not as a clichéd meteor, though. That simile's been done to death. A comet? Still not quite right. Then, it hit me! I was on a pinpoint descent to the ground below, akin to an American cruise missile zeroing in on what's purported to be a harmless Middle Eastern village. Imagine, the villagers, blissfully unaware, perhaps engaged in the daily dance of their...

Aurelia's Narrative Poll

Hello, My Dark Lovelies!

I've got an idea I'd like to share with all of you. Understanding that many of us are on the quieter side, I've decided to present this idea through a poll, which you'll find pinned at the top of our Patreon page. The poll will be open for a bit—anywhere from an hour to a few days, maybe a week. Just a little suspense to keep things interesting! 2024-02-07 19:08:12 +0000 UTC View Post