1. thief of roses chapter -1


    Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    the occasional hoot of an owl, masking the sounds of the stalker. All in all, an excellent environment for stalking prey. "I have been trailing this idiot for a week," he thought to himself. "At least my woods training did not go to waste, Father," thinking of home. "Perhaps after this mission I will go home and see him," he thought, but knowing he probably would not. Back to the work at hand: in truth he thought this particular assignment from the Guild Council was petty, even for them. There had been numerous small thefts from the merchant trains and the Merchant Guild had complained, and now here he was, tracking the thief. He was Aaron Blackmoon, Lord Inquisitor for the Guild Council of the High City Aithen. He was of medium height; a troubadour's build, but muscle underneath. An unimposing man, that is except for his eyes. The color of emeralds, specked with gold and slightly feline, devoid of emotion, the eyes of Death, staring back at you. White hair, not blonde, pulled back into a warrior's knot, a slight point of the ear and arch of the brow, giving him an almost Elvish look. Although he was not an Elf, at least he did not think so, truth be told his parentage and race were unknown. He had been found as an infant, by the woman who became his mother. He was a master of the sword, being a Warrior and a master of stealth and death, being both Thief and Assassin. That last two to the bane of his father. Truth be told, all three were an embarrassment. The House of ...
    Blackmoon had been Rangers of the Wood for generations, from father to son until now. Although Aaron started his professional life as a Ranger, his anger and his rage had ended it. But that was a story that just brought up old pains and best forgotten. "The matter at hand, Boy!" his Swordmaster used to tell him. Back to this incompetent thief. Aaron had tracked him from the site of the most recent theft, wondering all the way how the lad knew the location of the Guild payroll. "There must be someone else," he mused. "This is most definitely not the brains of the outfit". The thief had made camp in a clearing just ahead of where Aaron laid hidden. The lad looked to be waiting for someone. He did not have to wait long, for a rider approached the camp. "Well, well, well," thought Aaron. "If it is not Geoff Wheatstone, second-assistant to the Merchant Guildmaster." Aaron tested his sword in its scabbard and stepped into the clearing. "Master Wheatstone, I'm surprised to find you here." "Lord Aaron, what are you doing here?" Wheatstone stuttered. "Tracking and catching a thief and his informant apparently," Aaron replied pulling his sword. The thief pulled a dagger and threw it at Aaron, who dodged and buried one of his own in the surprised thief's throat. "Wheatstone, do not do anything stupid, I need to bring you back alive". "No, wait you do not understand," Wheatstone pulled a shortsword swinging it at Aaron. Aaron parried the haphazard attack with his dirk, bringing his sword up to ...
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