Fantasia Obscura Novels & Stories

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

I would make her feel everything, every sensation amplified by the darkness that was her world, until her very identity unraveled and the only thing that remained was the sound of my name. The fantasy was so vivid, so consuming, that my release was a brutal, almost violent shock. I pulled out, my breathing ragged, the phantom scent of jasmine and vanilla clinging to me more persistently than the woman’s cheap perfume. She rolled over, be breasts bouncing at the action. A sated smile on her face. “My God, Lucian.”

He lifted his head to stare at all the books surrounding the walls, he then decided to pick one from above. He climbed the stairs to be welcomed by big dusty books. Most of them were about Elves or other creatures, he understood it must be a special section to discover more about the ones living in Fantasia. Then, something caught his attention inside the shelf. Lights. He gently pushed the velvet books and his eyes grew wider when he found one that emitted different colours; pink, blue, yellow, red... He didn't hesitate to pick it and wipe the dust from its cover. “Omnes Fere Emius.” was written in large golden letters. From the little Latin he learned at high school, he could understand it

Oh god they are serious three cocks in my pussy at once my hole is already sore from the fingers but the fear is making my clit throb harder the danger turning me on even as I panic my juices dripping more from the mix of terror and excitement my nipples aching stiff in the air. Jovana laughed from where she stood filming closer, her phone held steady in her hand, the lens zooming in on my spread pussy, her voice full of wicked excitement. "Do it guys, make her scream for it. This is going to be epic!" Thalía nodded beside her, her phone focused on my face, capturing every expression, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill, her free hand clutching her drink tight. "Yeah stretch that br

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

She started to chant in a whisper under her breath, her lips barely moving as she uttered some strange words which seemed foreign and sinister. In a blink of an eye, a wild horde of forsaken souls rose from Oribus' river. Her forsaken souls swarmed through the air in a breeze towards Lycans at lightning speed. She seemed to be in deviant but harmonious synchrony with the forsaken army. It looked like she was composing a bloodbath ode. As she waved with her hands in different directions, forsaken seemed compelled by her hand movement and continued to advance deeper amongst Lycans warriors spreading blood and destruction. Her eye pits were of neon crimson colour filled with what looked like el

As they got into the open, his heart began to race as he saw Jessica lying on the floor with her dress torn and Fernando could be seen sitting on top of her. He became flaggebasterd and he began to struggle with the men. Fernando laughed and stood up from her. "Hold on, I haven't done anything yet. How can I let you miss this part?" He asked as he walked towards him. His face became stone cold as he stared into Fernando's face. "I told you, once I'm done breaking you physically, I will come for you emotionally and mentally that you will lose your sanity" he said "You are insane!" He screamed into his face

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

We attempted to shield ourselves, but the force of her magic was too strong, sending us sprawling backwards. She was not just deflecting our attacks, she was dominating us, her magic overpowering ours with an ease that was terrifying. Despite our numbers, we were losing this battle. The scene unfolding before me was nothing short of terrifying. Elara, with her dark magic, had us all restrained. I could only watch in horror as Dante was dragged screaming by an invisible force towards the pentagram carved into the floor at the base of the altar.