Crashed Into Fantasy Novels & Stories

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

Her trembling body leaned against the door, no longer able to support herself on her shaky legs. "ANYONE HERE! SAVE ME! P-please s-save m-me" Her voice merged into whisper at last, feeling her hopes getting crushed. Hiccups were leaving her mouth continously. Her body flinched hearing playful whistles from her behind. "Done with your adventure, baby?" Edward chuckled, sauntering down the staircase with taunting smirk, his hands dipped inside his pockets, buttons of his shirts open yet the navy blue shirt was on, giving peak to his toned chest.

Ultimately, after leaving two crooked tire tracks baked into the asphalt, the van managed to squeeze into the emergency lane in front of me and run into the sand pit. The front wheels drove straight into the sand. The rear end of the van was raised in the air, and the van finally slowed to a stop at the edge of the pit. White smoke and a pungent, burned smell billowed from the hood. Billy scrambled out of the shattered window, completely covered in blood. He fell to the ground on his knees, gagging a few times, before looking up and meeting my gaze. He froze for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up.

The sky fractured with it, the horizon bending until light itself bent wrong. The scent of sulfur and ash filled her lungs. The metallic tang turned choking, cloying, as though she inhaled death itself. And from the cracks came a voice. Not words. Not even language. But hunger. It poured through her, shaking her to her knees, her fingernails digging into the soil until they bled. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed, devoured by the roaring void. Then—silence. The vision shattered. Mirra collapsed against the oak, her body trembling, sweat streaming down her temples. Her breaths came ragged, her chest rising and falling like a bellows. The earth beneath her still trembled faintly, thoug

POV EMMA BELLE The impact was not a kinetic explosion of dirt and fire. It was a Displacement of Reality. When Félix and I arrived at the crash site, we didn't find a crater; we found a mile-wide circle where the golden grass had been turned into liquid glass, and at the center sat an object that defied every law of Northern logic.

“This realm will try to split us.” Suddenly, the ground beneath them cracked. III. The Fracture The party was violently separated. Bain, Cassie, Aragorn, and Vulture landed in a narrow canyon dripping with black rain. Petrov and Sokolov fell into a ruined palace filled with weeping statues. Elias, Seraphina, Malthea, and Cassian found themselves in a maze of mirrors, each reflection twisting into horrific versions of themselves. The realm was alive — hunting them.

Cassandra didn’t appreciate that her friends didn’t respect her car, plus they both relied on her and her car most of the times to take them to wherever they wanted to go. “Hey guys, what's that?” Cheryl questioned lowly, a shocked expression painted on her face. The animal ran out in front of the car. By the time Cassandra saw it, it was too late. The Volvo slammed into the creature's body, sending it flying into the air. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The enormous beast crashed over the hood and roof of the car, causing the metal to be crushed in. The animal then landed on the ground with a sickening sound that not even the sounds of the rain could cover.

They were face down in the sand, eyes open and blood splattered on their faces. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to search for Ria's mother because she wouldn't stop crying. There were at least twenty bodies on the sand, but none of them belonged to Ria's mother. "What should I do?" I sobbed and clutched Ria's body. The plane had crashed into an island and split in half. I had no idea how I had survived without dying, but I knew I couldn't be the only survivor, so I walked back into the plane in search of Ria's mother and possibly other survivors.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Dante spoke up over the groan and screech of metal and PVC. Thalia could only watch in horror as the caravan was ripped from its foundations as if by some invisible giant hand. It hovered for a moment before the walls and ceilings seemed to start collapsing in on themselves, glass bursting into shards under the pressure. "No!" Thalia screamed frozen to the spot as the caravan was suddenly thrown towards the forest, smashing into the trees.