A.S. Etaski

Tales of Miurag

The Sister Seekers begins deep underground, its residents living and dying in dayless night.

Sirana leads the reader through much of the tale, but there were always others around her with their own stories to share.

Etaski has written many side-stories from the view of characters who crossed paths with Sirana at some point in their own journeys. These stories are all interlinked, yet most can also be read on their own.

“I am so very thankful for these side-stories. Sirana’s journey was a pleasure but reading these books was pure exquisite indulgence. I absolutely loved very little bit of detail and backstory. Thank you so much.”

– Patron on Discord

 

Etaski writes dark erotic fantasy stories intended for mature audiences.

A dark, hooded figure, holding a glowing magic ball in the right hand, facing dark buildings

The Deepearth

Tales of Miurag

Beliza took a deep breath and looked at Ilka, who was perched with wings drawn down tight, watching them unblinking, the very tip of her tail flicking back and forth in front of her forepaws. The magical animal only waited for Beliza to follow through on her convictions, whatever they may be. The runaway mage from House D’Shea looked at her Aurenthin bua’s eyes and signed simply, “I’m pregnant.”

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The Desert by A.S. Etaski Fire-orange sand dune landscape with the white spires of a palace on the horizon.

The Desert

Tales of Miurag

“Wruzdiin has seen this possibility and is deeply disturbed by it. He Sees only blackness, hears only the distant screams of your entire race. It never ends, but the Davrin are no more. He held out in his Vision, waited to see if it would go quiet. It never does. It almost killed him this last time he tried to See that far. You are the caller of that fate, Ishuna. Of this he is sure.”

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Mourn, a dark scaled dragon man with wings spread out, standing within a yellow magical light burst

The Dragon Child

Tales of Miurag

The Davrin creature released her wrists and stepped back, his face one of disgust as he bit out further harsh words she couldn’t understand. The Dark Language sounded unreal. Like out of one of their ancient stories yet it had changed, instinctively she knew this. It had evolved from when the ancients spoke it; unlike within their texts and scrolls, this was a living language.
They still exist. The Queen should know.
But she’d never get away to tell them.

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A human skull partially embedded in stone with chalky watermarks flowing down vertically

Death

Tales of Miurag

She kneeled behind him, placed both her hands upon his shoulders. Gavin shuddered on a gasp of shock as his Greylord’s essence suffused his very skeleton like a horseman seizing bridle and reins. She had him; if she wished, She could make him dance for her until this citadel eroded away, or stand guard in one place for ten thousand years without the will to move on his own. As when he reanimated a corpse, so could She command his whole being for any petty entertainment or minor duty.
But She did not, because She did not have to.

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Thornback

A Tale of Miurag
by Dark Pulse

Victren blinked, trying to see clearly through tears. “Who… who is this man? Are there more?”
The old man nodded, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth to match the flow from his stomach. “That is a Hellhound, boy. If the siege of Manalar taught me any… he’s one of five. And the rest are going to be out for your blood.”

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Shattered Chains

A Tale of Miurag
by Dark Pulse

His hands were flaring hot, sweat rolling down his back as his bloodlust started clawing at his vision. Memories of a hundred dreams and night terrors alike crept through his thoughts at the mere prospect of long-sought revenge.

Or at least, the beginning of it.

“I hope you’re still waiting, Dalene. I hope you still love the person I’ve become.”

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