Fantasia Oscura Novels & Stories

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

The air felt heavy with power, thick and charged with an unnatural energy that made the hair on Lara's arms stand on end. Thana’s minions, creatures born of darkness and ancient curses, stirred from the edges of the clearing. Their twisted forms emerged from the shadows, hunched and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with a sickly yellow light. They moved like shadows themselves, their elongated limbs barely making a sound as they gathered in a wide circle around the altar where Lara lay bound. The eerie quiet that had lingered over the clearing was shattered by their sudden, discordant noise—a grotesque symphony of guttural growls, snarls, and hisses.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

"Why do you keep hurting one woman to please the other woman? Aren't you the one who's the biggest problem here? See? I told you that you're not Finnie. Finnie wouldn't do this. He would also recognize me at once. You're not him." Finnegan was rendered speechless. "Did you know? That chapel in the mountains is a very sacred place. All wishes hung on the tree will usually always come true," I continued to write. "I made lots of wishes there when I was looking after Finnie, and all of them came true. "I made another wish when I was there again, when you made me climb up the steps on my knees. It was my final wish." Finnegan choked on his tears. "What was your wish?"

Sweet's eyes roamed the dance floor, appreciating the beauty in every movement, when suddenly, they fixated on a mesmerizing figure. A woman with cascading ebony curls and an enigmatic aura spun like a whirlwind, her energy magnetic and captivating. Her graceful movements held him captive, drawing him into a trance-like state. Sweet couldn't tear his gaze away from her, as if an invisible thread connected their souls across the pulsating space.

The winter fairy spirit asked, trying to take back the crystal. “Doing something really crazy. I may regret it but would regret it more if I didn't try.” Elena said, holding the crystal with her two hands enchanting loudly. “Siprotia dumosum! Siliciu dumosum! Silistra dumosum! Sumter volterra bilinus esterapotria! A great wildfire, ice, and black dark goo comes out covering up Elena. Elena completely changes into a dark and light fairy of chaos and order with her eyes lighted up in flames and her wing's completely changed in the form of flames.

he whispers darkly. I close my lipstick and carelessly toss it inside my purse. My whole outfit has been completely changed. Elio has chosen that I wear a straight white dress, cinched at the waist. I purposely accessorized my outfit with an oversized scarf to hide my throat. But I didn't anticipate that the bottom of the dress would ride up so high on my thighs, nor that the silk fabric would slide over my elbows during the car ride: "That's none of your business, Santo." "Me ne freggo (I don't give a damn*). It's against the family motto," he says with disgust, still looking at the red marks on my wrists.

beautiful, glossy, excitingly sensual. 'You think I'm...exotic?' The husky lilt suggested that Jasmine's mind had only just caught on to that word and didn't know how to process it. 'Uh-huh...a rare, exquisite creature with glorious hair and golden eyes.' He stepped around to face her, smiling over the truths he'd just spoken. He lifted her hair up on either side of her face, then let it slide through his fingers to float around her like a living fan. 'Perhaps you don't know how rare you are, Jasmine, but I do. I do,' he repeated as desire surged again at the soft, hazy wonderment in her eyes...such asensuous look, fringed by the long thick lashes that brushed his face when they kissed.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

“You are falling so beautifully, little witch. Your mortal mind is breaking. Good. Let me show you what real pleasure looks like.” Shadows exploded around us again, thicker and more alive than before. But this time they took form. Three perfect clones of Azrael materialized from the darkness, each one just as huge, just as hung, cocks throbbing and leaking that same glowing precum. The original Azrael stood before me while his shadow copies circled like predators. My heart slammed against my ribs. Fear and raw, animalistic lust crashed together in my chest until I could barely breathe. They descended on me all at once.