The Buttface, the Beauty, and the BoyThe Buttface, the Beauty, and the BoyThe Buttface, the Beauty, and the Boy12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was all Rafe could focus on and he stormed through the trees towards the Glade he’d claimed as his home. He was angry. But when was he not? Today it seemed to have been sparked anew by the ‘training session’ he’d held with his eldest son that morn.
Riddick was no better than he was. The Lord had dearly hoped that the struggled with magic would be his, and his alone, but it seemed he’d passed it on. Not even his princess’ light magic could solve that problem.
A growl vibrated deep within his chest as he cast a glance back at the young buck following in his hoof steps. He’d produced a tiny glimmer of magic. . . but only that. Just one. Aidare’s disapproving voice echoed in his mind. That he was a failure. He couldn’t succeed in his training nor could he succeed