What was this, the sixth time now? Seventh? I'd lost count. I didn't even feel tired anymore—I felt bored. Like, capital "B" bored. You'd think being nestled inside the cosmic womb of a massive galaxy-sized woman would keep a guy entertained, but nope. Turns out, after about five naps, even floating in a glowing pink cavern starts to lose ...
None of us moved. Not a breath. Not a twitch. Just ten poor bastards standing in the shadow of something none of us were ready for.
A giant.
I mean, we knew there were things on the other side of Varkor. Legends, whispers, tales passed around campfires or scrawled in old journals no one believed anymore. But nothing—nothing—could've prepared me for her.
I looked down at myself, my arms, my chest, everything. Still glowing. Still blue. It was like my skin had turned into stained glass and someone shoved a lantern inside me. But as the seconds ticked by, the glow flickered and started to fade, dimming like a dying bulb.
"What the hell?" I muttered, my voice trembling. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be terrified or impressed with myself...
The heat was unreal. Like being roasted alive inside an oven made of sunlight. I had my back pressed against the side of Penelope's neck, hiding under the curtain of her thick brown hair like it was my personal tarp. My shirt was already soaked through, my legs stuck to each other, and I swear my lips were starting to taste like dried salt.
Meanwhile, Penelope? Just casually stomping acro...
The creature rose with the tide of its own fury, flying upward until it hovered just before Faylina's chest. The sheer nearness of it sent a tremor through her, not because of its size—it was no larger than her fist—but because of the energy rolling off its body. That terrible purple glow throbbed in rhythm with something unnatural, something wrong.
Cain's world had turned into a chaotic nightmare of fabric and flesh. The pressure of Yuna's body moved like shifting mountains against him, each step she took vibrating through her frame, rumbling like distant thunder. Her skin was warm against his back, the smooth wall of her flesh pressing into him, and the black fabric of her uniform pinned him from the other side like a relentless current....
I hovered there for a moment, suspended in the vast nothingness of space, my body still tingling faintly from the soul merge. My hands rested over my lower stomach, the same place where my soulbound—my sweet, beautiful Scott—was resting. I gave the spot a gentle pat, the same way one might soothe a child or a dear pet curled up for a nap. But he was no child, and he certainly wasn't a pet. ...
I pressed the needle through the fabric, pulling the thread taut, but my hands were stiff with frustration. The stitches were sloppier than usual, uneven and rushed. I sighed and set the half-finished tunic on my lap, rubbing my forehead. It had been a full day since Sydney told everyone that Victor had left town.
The following morning, Thron found himself once again beneath the towering shelves of the library. The place smelled faintly of ink, dust, and parchment, a smell that felt strangely comforting despite the sheer size of the room. Books thicker than houses lined the walls, their spines glinting with golden symbols he couldn't hope to decipher.
Kerren walked down the narrow dirt road that wound its way from the heart of Eldermere back toward the outskirts where his home sat perched on its hill. Evening was falling, the sky stained with streaks of gold and violet, and the air had that sharp edge of coolness that always came before night settled. His hammer hung heavy at his side, swinging with each step, but it wasn't the weight of the...
The sun had barely crested over the jagged ridges of the rocks when I pushed forward, my boots crushing shale and stone beneath them. The terrain wasn't kind—not to me, not to Braden. But I couldn't stop. Not now. Not with the full moon so close, humming like a drumbeat just behind my ribs.
My strides were longer than usual, more urgent, barely giving m...
He stood barefoot upon a jagged, writhing landmass of steel that seemed alive beneath him—iron plates shifting and groaning like the breath of some buried machine. The ground hissed when he moved, threads of purple light webbing across its surface as though the very earth answered his presence. His body was a broken husk, skin charred into a slate-grey cru...
Krelzor's knuckles were white against the splintering wood of the porch handle, his body rattling with every quake that rippled through the land. The boards beneath his boots groaned as though the farm itself were about to be pulled apart. Dust spilled from the rafters, tools clattered against the barn wall, and still he clung on.
The sea was so far away—miles upon miles beyond the roll...
Her fists, still trembling from the aftershocks of training, hung loosely at her sides as she stared forward at Yuna. The towering woman stood there, wrapped in a blazing blue aura, its light licking at the air like fire, bending the space around h...
Elara drifted silently through the endless void, her colossal frame cutting across starlight like a drifting continent. The shimmer of galaxies passed in her wake, but her eyes were distant, unfocused. She hadn't heard Conrad's voice since the destruction of the planet. Not a word.
Tristan's palms pressed flat against the grain of the wooden table, his arms burning as he forced himself down for the thirtieth pushup. From his perspective, the table stretched on like a field of polished earth, its faint ridges and knots like hills and valleys beneath him. He tried to keep count, tried to push through, but his mind wouldn't quiet.
Kael's legs carried him faster than he realized, Breno stumbling behind as he was yanked by the wrist. They darted around a bend in the narrow canal path, out of sight of the other workers scraping and hauling wax. The faint echo of dripping fluid was the only sound left when Kael finally stopped, pressing his back hard against the damp wall. His chest rose and fel...
The great doors of the throne hall shut heavily behind them, the echo rolling down the marble corridors. Rowena's strides were long but careful, her hand raised with practiced steadiness as she carried both Kerren and Elric. Even so, Kerren could feel the faint tremor in her fingers, the tension carried in her movements. From where he sat crisscrossed in her palm, he had the perfect view of her...
Valok wiped the condensation from his brow and looked outward, his chest heaving with awe as much as exertion. Before him stretched an endless plain of living flesh, smooth and faintly gleaming with a natural sheen of warmth. The ground beneath his boots shifted subtly, a steady rise and fall like a continent breathing beneath him. To him it was the very surface of the world, and yet he knew—...
The campfire crackled softly, filling the silence with little pops and flares. I stood there, hands stuffed into my pockets, eyes glued to the glowing embers like they could somehow answer the thousand thoughts running through my head.
I'd never known this about giantesses. Hell, most of us human men did our best to keep clear of them. The ones who didn't ended up as pets... or worse. Tha...