Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
 This website is a safe zone for LGBTQAI+, pagans, and BIOPIC communities. |
40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 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. 🌸🦄🌸
 | ||||
|
|
- EelKat Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author & Art Car Designer
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here {TW: Love fucking wins} A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here
{TW: Love fucking wins}
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
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.
Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here
The tavern was warm, a rare comfort in the frozen wasteland of this 40th century apocalyptic world.
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering golden light across the wooden beams. The scent of spiced mead and roasting venison filled the air, mingling with the musty dampness of unwashed bodies and old ale stains soaked into the floor.
It could have been a peaceful evening.
Should have been a peaceful evening.
The low hum of drunken chatter rippled through the room, broken by the occasional burst of raucous laughter or the clatter of tankards slamming onto wooden tables.
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy sat together in the shadowed corner of the tavern, tucked into the same side of the booth, close enough that BoomFuzzy could lean against Quaraun’s shoulder. BoomFuzzy’s arm was draped around Quaraun’s waist, fingers idly stroking the silk of his shimmering pink robes.
“Ghouly’s late, yeah?” BoomFuzzy asked.
“Yes,” Quaraun replied. “Probably got hung up pilfering peasant pockets again.”
“Aye.”
Quaraun, as always, was pristine, his twelve foot long silver jellyfish tentacle hair draped across his shoulders in perfect coils, his mechanical hands folded delicately on the table. He had not yet touched his drink, an absinthe glass placed carefully before him, while BoomFuzzy sipped his own mead, golden liquid glistening in the dim light.
It could have been a peaceful evening. Waiting for GhoulSpawn to arrive so they could order super and make plans for tomorrow.
It could have been a peaceful evening.
Should have been.
Then BoomFuzzy kissed him.
It was not much, just a fleeting thing — a soft press of lips against Quaraun’s, a teasing touch of affection meant to calm the Elf’s ever-nervous heart. Quaraun sighed and leaned into the warmth of his husband’s embrace, resting his head against BoomFuzzy’s wool-clad shoulder.
The room went silent.
Quaraun felt the shift in the air before he saw it. The thick tension, the slow turn of heads. The weight of hostile stares pressing against his skin like unseen hands.
The Humans at the bar had stopped drinking.
Then came the murmurs. Low, sneering.
The room had gone silent.
The Humans at the bar turned, watching.
Then came the jeering.
“Disgusting.”
“Filthy Elf lover.”
“Look at him, dressed like some pink silk whore.”
“Ain’t natural.”
Quaraun stiffened.
A slow, cold rage twisted through his gut, curling like a sleeping snake roused from slumber. He had heard worse.
Much worse.
He clenched his jaw and focused on his drink.
Endured worse.
Tortured, mutilated, exiled.
A lifetime of suffering at the hands of Humans.
His eye twitched. He clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching against his silk robes, but he said nothing.
“We don’t want yer kind here!”
Several vile slurs were shouted across the room at them.
“In a land of men, no one hates men, more then men,” BoomFuzzy muttered to Quaraun.
A Human pounded his fists on the table.
“Did yer hear me? I said we don’t want yer kind in here!”
Quaraun’s eye twitched faster. His tentacle hair lashed out.
BoomFuzzy, however, only laughed, a deep, rumbling chuckle that made his broad chest shake against Quaraun’s side. He lifted his mug in a mocking toast.
“Aye, lads, I heard ya.”
“You didn’t move.”
“Why would I?”
“You take that fancy pants boy toy of yours out of here.”
“Ya hear that, Love? Ya a boy toy. Lucky me!”
Quaraun was gritting his teeth together so hard he could not hear BoomFuzzy’s words.
The Human addressed Quaraun, this time.
“I said get out of here you fucking male whore!”
“Hey!” BoomFuzzy scolded. “If ya got a problem, take it up wit’ me. Ya leave me Elf alone.”
“I saw you kiss him.”
“Ain’t no crime for a man to love his husband.”
The laughter at the bar died.
Gasps of shocked horror were uttered from every mouth.
One of the Humans — a burly, red-faced brute reeking of sweat and stale beer — pushed away from the counter and strode toward them.
“Not right,” he spat. “Not here. Not in a decent place.”
“Well…” BoomFuzzy took another drink from his mug. “Good thing this place ain’t decent then, eh?”
The man grabbed BoomFuzzy’s arm.
Quaraun felt his breath hitch. BoomFuzzy’s body tensed against him, but he did not move, not yet.
“Get yer hands off me, laddie,” BoomFuzzy warned, voice still calm, but there was danger in it now, like the low growl of a wolf before it strikes.
The man sneered.
“What? You like being touched by a man don’t you? Thought you did.”
The others laughed.
Quaraun did not.
The Human yanked at BoomFuzzy’s arm, trying to drag him from the booth. A mistake. BoomFuzzy did not get the chance to reply.
Quaraun moved before he even thought.
His hand shot to BoomFuzzy’s belt, fingers curling around the hilt of the Phooka’s dagger. The blade sang as it hissed free, flashing in the dim light. Without hesitation, without thought, in one swift, fluid motion, Quaraun plunged it into the man’s side.
The laughter stopped.
The man gasped, staggered back, his mouth opening and closing in silent shock. His hands flew to the wound, hands clutching at the wound, crimson spilling through his fingers.
A heartbeat of silence.
Then the room erupted.
“Kill the damned Elf!”
They rushed him.
Quaraun did not flinch. Did not cower. His silver tentacle hair lifted, writhing like living things. His lips parted, and ancient words spilled forth, lilting, rhythmic, terrible.
The air turned cold.
The candles flickered, their flames snuffed out in an instant.
Shadows stretched, lengthening into twisted shapes.
Then the dead rose.
The tavern keeper.
A barmaid.
Patrons who had perished here over the years, bodies left to rot in the permafrost. They clawed free from the walls, the floorboards, crawling out from places they should not be.
The freshly slain rose first — Quaraun’s attacker, his face twisted in terror, the gaping wound in his side spilling something black and rancid.
Screams filled the air.
They clawed free from the walls, from the dirt beneath the floorboards. The barmaid who had died last winter, her frostbitten fingers still blue.
The tavern keeper, long drowned in his own ale, his bloated corpse dragging itself from the cellar.
Freshly slain patrons, their blood still warm, their screams still caught in their throats.
The chaos was instant.
Screams.
Blood.
Flesh torn from bone.
Quaraun watched, his gaze empty, his expression cold. His mechanical fingers drummed idly against the wooden table, and beside him, BoomFuzzy chuckled, sipping his drink, utterly unbothered as the dead feasted on the living.
The tavern floor was slick with blood when the last voice faded.
But the spell was too much. Quaraun was too weak. He felt himself grow weaker. Dizzy. The room spinning around him. The last thing Quaraun saw before the scene faded to blackness was BoomFuzzy laughing, reveling in the carnage.
A short while later…
GhoulSpawn stepped into the tavern and stopped dead.
The tavern was in ruins. Bodies lay strewn across the floor, half-eaten, half-rotted. The scent of death was thick, cloying. Zombies shambled between the tables, feasting on what remained.
The stench of rot and death was thick, choking.
Blood painted the walls, bodies lay in heaps across the floor, half-eaten, their glassy eyes staring sightless at the ceiling. The undead milled about, gnawing on limbs, dragging corpses into corners.
And at the far end of the room, Quaraun and BoomFuzzy sat in their booth, untouched, unharmed, sipping their drinks, hugging, kissing, as if nothing had happened.
BoomFuzzy raised his mug.
“Ah, Ghouly, there ya are. Took ya long enough. Come join us!”
GhoulSpawn stared.
“What the hell happened?”
Quaraun lifted his absinthe glass, clinking it against BoomFuzzy’s mug. A small, satisfied smile curled at his lips.
“We had a very good day,” Quaraun murmured.
“Doing what?”
BoomFuzzy grinned.
“Collectin’ souls.”
More Quaraun:
Looking For The Daily Drabbles?
- They are now found on OnlyFans.
- (NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
 BoomFuzzy |
 Quaraun |
 GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy |
 GhoulSpawn |
 GhoulSpawn and Quaraun |
Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
 |
 |
 |
 |
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. 🌸🦄🌸
- 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
|
Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |Copyright © [oldest articles written 1978],[website founded - 1996] – |
Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 | |||
 |
 |
 |
And GumRoad:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)
On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)
Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle
Not Quaraun:
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
You might like these
Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse
Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse (A ChatBot Plans Global Domination)
The Ties That Bind Us: Alone
The Ties That Bind Us: Alone
You trust that nonsense over a map?
{A Pink Necromancer Story} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 17}
The Howl on Silent Moor
The Howl on Silent Moor, a short fiction story
Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza
Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza
A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub 🌸🦄🌸 (Part 3 of a 4 Part set)
🌸🦄🌸 (Part 3 of a 4 Part set) {A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🌸🦄🌸
Discovering A Floating Castle
Discovering A Floating Castle 🌸{A Pink Necromancer Triple Drabble} 🦄🌸 Dark Fantasy | MMM Romance | Slice of Life | Gothic Horror
At the High Priest's Altar
At the High Priest's Altar
Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts, A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts, A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
Beneath a crimson sky, the silk weaver wove pink silk.
Beneath a crimson sky, the silk weaver wove pink silk.
The Black Sock, Again
a short fiction story (a 4th story about the mysterious black sock)(Part 4 of a set of 4)
Unease
a poem
This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.