Anime Fantasy Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. Amy's able to communicate with all beastkind, but it was months before I could link with Marcus and his entire clan." Zenya's eyes looked everywhere but at his incredible body. He almost smiled knowing he affected her. He didn't miss a beat over the revelation about Amy communicating with more than one breed of beastkind, different vampires had different gifts. Zenya communicating with the wolves was different and opened the possibility of different beastkind sharing telepathic speech. "You are able to communicate with wolves?" "Yes." "Interesting. I guess we don't know enough about cats and wolves to understand our differences, much less the similarities."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Marcus said carefully, “you don’t hate it as much as you should.” The silence that followed was heavy. Because Marcus wasn’t entirely wrong. Adrian turned away first, pacing the small room. “You don’t understand what it’s like there.” “Then explain it to me.” “I can’t.” “Because you won’t—or because you’re afraid to admit you like standing next to him?” Adrian spun back, frustration flashing. “You don’t know anything about him.” “No,” Marcus said, voice hardening. “But I know men like him. Powerful. Untouchable. They take what they want and call it fate.”

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

He was no longer pretending he wasn’t interested in me. “You’d go to jail for a girl who looked like she hailed from a Japanese cartoon movie?” He winked at me. “I have always been an anime fan. And this could just be a page out of my teenage fantasy.” He paused, and then he looked down on my lips and said, “And while we’re on the subject of living fantasies…” he trailed off. The look in his eyes suddenly turned hot and heavy. And before I could begin to process any thought at all, his face descended toward mine, and he brushed my lips with his.

We took the bus to her shared apartment, and the moment we were inside her room, I threw my bag onto the floor and sat down on the chair behind the study desk. Jess’ room was pleasantly neat and tidy, with stacks of textbooks, and of course, BL manga and light novels, sitting on the desk. On her single bed were a few soft toys. Naturally, they were of male characters who had strong gay undertones from famous anime such as Sebastian and Ceil from Black Butler, Yuu and Mika from Owari no Seraph, Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan, and Yuuri and Victor from Yuri on Ice. I knew the characters because I had to suffer countless hours watching the anime with her.

“They’re all so skinny!” “Right? In anime, muscles don’t translate to power. The MC could be the most normal-looking and unassuming person and still beat a roid head into a pulp. In anime, strength comes from things other than body frame; things like Chakra or Reiatsu. Kind of like Neo in the Matrix. It’s also worth noting that the average age of an MCU character is 42.6 while that of an anime character is between high school age and...”

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

"If we turn left up ahead, it takes us to the children's wing. If it worries you, it might help to see them." "Oh, could I? Bastian wishes me to stay out of his humans' lives and I haven't pushed it." We turned left. The rooms we entered were quiet, and I saw toys on the floor before I noticed a large table where five children sat coloring. I walked closer and one looked up and smiled. She drew a tree with a bird flying above. The picture startled me when I realized it was a purple dragon like Sarn, not a bird at all. I smiled at her.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.