September 14th, 2011

half shadow

Call for Submissions: Love spells & enchantments

Deadline: November 15, 2011.

Like Hearts Enchanted
Everyone has experienced some form of unrequited love, but what if you could wave a magic wand or brew yourself a potion to turn things around? Would there be unintended consequences, or unforeseen troubles to overcome? How far would you go to bring love into your own life? Would you climb an enchanted mountain for that all-important ingredient? Or perhaps you’re not the caster of the spell… you’re the target. From singing sirens of the sea to faerie enchantresses, the storybooks are full of mortals being lured by lust, love, and magic. A love spell is cast… you show us what happens next.

All sexualities and gender expressions are welcomed.

LIKE HEARTS ENCHANTED will be edited by Kathleen Tudor and Cecilia Tan.

For more details on how to submit, keep reading:

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.

half shadow

Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words: 11th Night

IncuTales Icon art by HushichoWelcome to a new erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.

11th Night – Help, I’m Alive

This part of the city wasn’t really a proper part of the city. It had been, once, but with the migration–a slow migration, given the general longevity of its inhabitants–it was simply left to deteriorate, to become dilapidated and abandoned. The place had once been grand and beautiful and it still possessed a certain beauty, but one tinged with sadness; nothing new had been built in ages.

The primary reason behind this was that it had become a kind of relic itself, and home to relics. The oldest vampire of the city, the most ancient demon, could not compare to the age of the youngest revenant. Even if physically they remained young, there was something about them… something about their dark eyes, their pallid, cool bodies… the way they moved, the unnatural silence with which they seemed to do everything.

And here Dhiar found himself, in the midst of the buildings overgrown with moss and vine, masonry cracked and split, wood of construction mixed with the slender woody tendrils of the plants that thrived in the underground.

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.