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Demon Stones (COMPLETED)

Novel By: writinglover
Gay and lesbian

A young noble meets and falls in love with a thief, and later learns there is more to his Noble father than meets the eye. He decides to join with the thieves, and help them. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 22, 2010    Reads: 229    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

The months dragged on slowly, and Jarin buried his pain in his training. Though the act of picking up a sword reminded him of Breely, it also helped with closure. Jarin knew his first love would always have a place in his heart, but he also knew Breely would want him to continue on as best as he could.

His father never found out about the relationship he had shared with Breely, though he wasn't as concerned about that now. His personal interests seemed to be so trivial, compared to recent events.

One of the soldiers tried to keep Jarin's attention, and Jarin gave it all the effort he could, but they never got any further than kissing. The soldier understood and backed off, respecting Breely's memory. It took an entire year and a half for Jarin to be able to touch someone else. When he did, there was not commitment. It was just sex.

Jarin's father never found the spell book he had been looking for, and his soldiers eventually stopped searching. To him, it was now too dangerous to try a mission like that again.

The years passed, and Jarin became much more skilled with the sword. He had made a vow at Breely's grave to find the wizard who had killed him and get revenge. He was not sure how he would do that, but he was determined to do so.

One afternoon, Jarin went for a ride by himself. He was feeling down, and did not want to deal with anyone except his horse. He took one of the familiar trails, so he would not get lost. As he rode on, his mind wandered to the past, and what should have been. If only Breely had survived, things would have been different now. He felt an ache in his heart, thinking about it.

As he rode on, the trail seemed to darken, and Jarin stopped Shadow, his mare. Listening and looking around, he started to become increasingly nervous. Stroking Shadow's neck, he urged her on. She continued, though on edge. Further down the trail, it got dark again, where there were not any shadows. This time, Shadow snorted loudly, dancing around when Jarin stopped her. He was considering going back, when Shadow neighed and reared up. Jarin was not ready for it, and fell from her back.


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