Epic Fantasy Novels & Stories

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

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Fashion Blast, backyard area “You’re f**cking crazy, Jo!!” Vika snapped out at her partner who is busy strokes his hair desperately now. “Vika!!! What do you expect me to do at her??!! Huh!!!” He shouted back at her. “She’s my best friend!! And I can’t sell her off because of some advantages!! Even though it was Robert who summons it!!” “You know how this world works, Jo. Love, friendship, loyalty… those kinds of shits are never existing in this business. They only care about how to be better and get more from others. Okay? So, clear out your mind and beg her to follow your wish…”

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.

It was like an ocean of sensation, whipped by a storm of feeling, tidal waves gathering more and more explosive power. He surged up and laid her back on the rug, his breath a hot wind on her skin as he hovered over her like a dark mountainous wave about to break. She felt the crest of it, poised within her, holding, holding. Then the pounding began, deep, glorious beats that throbbed through her entire body, convulsing it around him, carrying her into intense turbulence—a turbulence that swept her to an incredible peak of ecstatic excitement, and her body seemed to shatter with the fantastic pleasure of it.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.