Romans & histoires Fantasia Obscura

Suddenly it seemed to suck us very fast so I was nervous, I even fainted, when I looked at Sephtis Kali he just closed his eyes, I was nervous because he might have lost consciousness, but he felt that I was looking at him so in turn it spoke. "Close your eyes, let's trust the Supreme Dea, I will be your brother, so trust my words." He said which relieved me so I closed my eyes, and I felt like drowsiness visited me so, I fell asleep... ... THIRD PERSON P.O.V Meanwhile in Mundo Da Fantasia, Material Plane, Fey Wild, Floresta Encantada, the magical home of the Legendary Holders, the sky is peaceful, other children are playing peacefully, when suddenly the whole circle lights up, it is dazzlin

Chapter 103 – The Crimson Fortress The portal’s crimson and black swirl spat them out onto a jagged cliff, the air thick with the scent of ash and molten iron. Before them loomed the fortress Jessica had glimpsed in the mirror’s shards—a towering monstrosity of obsidian and bone, its spires piercing a sky choked with storm clouds. Flames licked the walls, casting an eerie glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. At its center, a single tower rose higher than the rest, its peak crowned with a golden light that felt wrong, like a mockery of the nexus’s starfield.

If her ultimate fantasy shocked even Jack, she must be totally, terribly wicked. Morgan resisted the urge to close her eyes and cry. She’d done that once before, after Andrew slammed her. Tears didn’t do any damn good. Shedding them over this particular fantasy and all the associated problems wasn’t happening again. Jack himself had been swearing to her that her wants were perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Liar, she wanted to shout. She saved her breath. So much for all his assurances. Damn it, these fantasies kept screwing up her life, wracking her with guilt, chasing men off. She had to move past them, get them out of her head. Somehow.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

A waitress passed by, and my fingers clutched a glass of champagne, taking a sip. Awareness tickled in the back of my mind and my gaze drifted to the lone tall figure standing in the furthest part of the room. My glass halted at my lips. Broad shoulders. Black suit. Smooth lines. Black mask. Lean muscles. The intensity of his stare made my knees weak, the atmosphere was magnetic, and it was as if I was under compulsion. I felt a part of me awaken, the feeling was familiar, yet unease coiled around it like a snake wrap. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t break our eye contact, and it was as if there was an invisible force of attraction pulling us together.

Lowena asked. "Same as yesterday, to celebrate you. It is rare to have hybrids, especially ones not deformed or warped in some form." "Really?" she paused. "Of course, cyclops, ogres, dark fairies that are so heinous you'd rather cut out your eyes once seeing past their glamour," he continued. "Glamour?" Lowena questioned. Before he could respond, a stunning, young, slender woman in a pink, ballerina-like outfit giddily pounced on Caspian like a little girl.

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.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

“There are fifty concubines, but only ten truly matter. The rest are shadows—whispers in the hall. But those ten? They are power wrapped in perfume.” Cassandra, Witch Princess of Obsidia — Cunning, confident, and convinced the crown already belongs to her, Cassandra walks the corridors of Qombinia as though fate itself has laid out a silk carpet for her feet. Her blood-and-mirror magic can coax secrets from silvered glass and turn whispered wishes into binding oaths. Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim.

Persephone whispered, making a disquieted face. “Scared?” Freya smirked, teasing her, but she growled at her, “Shut up, This is literally the greatest advantage for me.” “Only if you are not afraid to use it.” She smirked, pissing her off but she scoffed, ignoring her. “These sights made me intrigued. What exactly is Katastrofi?” Tabit asked, turning to Huzefa, who pointed at the light in the corner. “Who knows? Could be hell, could be its ruler. You never know.” Gerald shrugged his shoulders.