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🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

Haunting Rituals of the Night

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

Haunting Rituals of the Night

Smoke curled like demon fingers. Thick. Greasy. Reeked of grave wax and burnt sage. Smothered the inside of the pink silk tent like swamp rot on a church rug. Made your eyes sting. Made your guts twitch. Made your soul itch. Like it knew it was about to get ripped the fuck out.

Candles hissed. Black wax. Low fire. Shadows danced like they were bleeding.

Circle drawn in blood and powdered bone.

Fresh.

Human.

Quaraun crouched low, resplendant pink silk skirts soaked in dew and something not dew. Hair twitching. Jellyfish tendrils writhing like something was trying to eat his head from inside out.

Belly round.

Uncomfortably round.

“I should not have started this while pregnant,” he muttered.

“Too fuckin’ late now, SugarBisquit,” BoomFuzzy said, laying crystals like landmines. “We already halfway to Hell’s asshole. You wanna stop now, you gotta birth the damn ghost.”

Quaraun growled.

“I am birthing something. And it kicks.”

“Is the haunting beginning?” GhoulSpawn asked, hunched near the chalked edge of the summoning ring. Wide-eyed. Cloven hooves twitching. One hand jittering with numbers. “Because I’m like, picking up residual harmonics. Like really gnarly spectral ones. Real parallel dimension shit. Souls bleeding through thin spots in the veil.”

Quaraun ignored him. Too focused.

This was delicate work.

This was art.

This was necromancy.

Not your Sunday School bullshit.

This was soul theft.

This was communion with what should stay buried.

This was why people feared him.

BoomFuzzy laid the last crystal. Black tourmaline. Blood-soaked. Humming.

“There.” He grinned, silver eyes glowing in the candlelight. “That ghost’s gonna pop out this ring like a titty swinging stripper out a cake.”

Quaraun rolled his eyes.

“Why are you like this?”

“Because yer married me, JellyBean.”

Quaraun did not smile. Just adjusted his wand. Polished glass shaft. Glowing dial. Turned it gold.

BoomFuzzy whistled.

“We goin’ Midas Touch tonight? Hell yeah, gimme that shiny ass hauntin’, baby.”

Quaraun’s pupils shrank to slits.

“Not gold for wealth. Gold for binding.”

“Oh.” BoomFuzzy’s grin widened. “Kinky. Does it come in handcuffs with matching nipple clamps?”

“You are impossible.”

“I’m hard.”

“I know. I can feel it. Back up and sit down.”

BoomFuzzy flopped beside him. Cross-legged. Ready. Hungry. Horny.

GhoulSpawn paced.

“Something’s moving. I can see the air vibrating. That’s not normal. Nothing should vibrate like that. Something’s pushing back. It doesn’t wanna come.”

Quaraun smiled.

“Good. I want to break it.”

He chanted.

Not Latin.

Not any known tongue.

Tongue of Thullids. Wet and writhing. Slippery and slimy. Squishy and slithering. Words that bent light. That hurt to hear.

Candles flared.

Air twisted.

Temperature dropped.

The smoke thickened. Took shape.

Ghostly outline. A man. Maybe. Not anymore.

“I see it!” GhoulSpawn gasped. “It’s like—dude—it’s glitching. Like reality’s rejecting it.”

Quaraun’s hands glowed.

The wand buzzed.

“You shall obey me,” he whispered.

The ghost shrieked.

BoomFuzzy grabbed Quaraun’s gold plated prosthetic hand.

“Steady, now, my sweet deranged necromancer. You got this.”

The ghost lunged.

Hit the circle.

Screamed.

Rebounded.

Quaraun chanted louder.

BoomFuzzy pressed his forehead to Quaraun’s.

“You got this. Take it. Make it beg.”

“I always make them beg,” Quaraun rasped. "I am the Pink Necromancer."

“Damn right.”

The ghost twisted.

Screamed again.

The wand pulsed. Gold light wrapped around the spectre. Veins of magic sunk into its translucent flesh. Held it. Bound it.

“Now!” Quaraun roared. “Take its name!”

GhoulSpawn held up the crystal tablet. Scanning data fast as it came.

“Name’s… holy shit—this dude was a Judge. Like a High Court Executioner. Totally corrupt. Executed over five hundred UnSeelie civilians.”

Quaraun’s grin turned evil.

“Then he deserves what is coming.”

He stepped into the circle.

Ghost wailed.

BoomFuzzy held his ground.

“Need me to grab him?”

“No. He is mine.”

Quaraun raised his wand. Pressed the tip to the ghost’s chest.

“You do not deserve freedom,” he hissed. “You do not deserve peace. You are mine.”

He pressed.

The ghost screamed louder.

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

“Damn, you’re sexy when you torture the damned.”

The ghost imploded.

Sucked into the wand.

Gone.

Silence.

Thick.

Heavy.

Still.

Then—pop.

Candle flame died.

Air cleared.

Only smoke left.

And blood.

And power.

Quaraun fell backward. Breathing hard.

BoomFuzzy caught him. Held him close. Kissed his brow.

“Fuck, JellyMuffin. You alright?”

“I am… magnificent.”

“Fuckin’ right you are.”

Quaraun reached into his bag. Pulled a deck of cards. Flipped one. No shuffle. No thought.

THE HAUNTING.

BoomFuzzy stared.

GhoulSpawn blinked.

“Uhh… that’s not supposed to exist.”

Quaraun smiled.

“It does now.”

He licked the edge of the card.

“Let it haunt me. I dare it.”


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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

  • eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad
  • Kindle, eBook, Print Paperback, & full colour illustrated Hardcover Editions from this series can be found on: Amazon

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Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:

Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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And GumRoad:


Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd

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Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans

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