Fantasia Oscura Novels & Stories

“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.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man checked her out. She continued to sip her drink as Alisa returned to the seat next to me. Let’s go.” I took Lisa by the hand and walked toward what they called the Cloud Room. It was a massive space with nearly twenty king beds When I pushed open the French doors leading to the space, Lisa let out a gasp. “They're really getting it in here!”

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.

He stopped scrolling and read the full poem, his skin growing cold with gooseflesh as he did so. Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

The threads of fate trembled, drawn taut, preparing to be rewritten by hands that had not touched earth in centuries. Fiona lay in her small bed, her body restless, sweat dampening her skin despite the coldness of the night. Her mind burned with strange visions—silver light flickering through the darkness, a woman’s voice whispering promises, and the warmth of a presence so overwhelming it felt like both comfort and fire. Her lips trembled as if speaking words not her own, syllables her tongue should never have known.

With the fact that she happens to be a mortal who is much stronger than anyone with her senses heighten and couldn’t even be compared by any psychic. She chanted. “Sanguis in tenebris, videam quid capias in tempore.” Granting her permission from the family of Gomez, and as of the Maiden’s trust to hold and take care of the Obscura. Which are the clan’s treasure and one of the most powerful ones. Her blood serves as the connection and deal that link her presence to be acknowledged by the camera itself. With the hue of neon yellow light that draws the lines and symbols. The Obscura prints the photos themselves where a particular one caught her attention.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

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.