Fantasia Oscura Novels & Stories

Redirecting my obsidian fog for the Calypso Alpha, I swirl the black mist around Blaise, blocking out all his surroundings. Helene is busy trying to counter his spellcaster, but my own vindictive fury eggs me on, pulling ghosts and monsters straight out of Blaise’s nightmares and manifesting them in the black veil surrounding him. I can hear his cruel laughter fade to a nervous grunt, and then his howl pulls all the attention in the room.

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

Naomi The wooden boards of the seaside promenade creak under my restless steps, sending a symphony of eerie echoes into the night. God, it’s unsettling. In my hand, I’m holding a small figurine - Odette, now transformed into a solid stone by dark magic. My dark magic. I can’t help but trace the intricate dips and curves of the figurine with my fingers, feeling every detail of what I’ve done.

Rosa was saying, “sometimes I feel I don’t belong here. The people still look at me and see the ghost of her—the mother you took from them.” Zerach’s reply was heavy with pain. “You are not her, Rosa. You are mine.” “But she haunts me,” Rosa whispered. “I dream of her face. I hear her voice.” Daphne froze. Her blood turned to ice. Fatima’s voice? The serpent had already begun to whisper. Far beyond the fortress walls, in the hidden cottage cloaked by mist, Fatima stood before her mirror. Her reflection stared back, older, sharper, more furious. Around her, strange herbs burned, and the air shimmered with faint magic.

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His tailored charcoal suits fit like they were made for sin, and his voice—deep, precise, commanding—had been the soundtrack to her filthiest fantasies all semester. Today she’d worn the skirt he liked: short, pleated, black. Paired with thigh-high stockings and a blouse one button too low. She’d caught him glancing at her legs more than once during his lecture on Renaissance symbolism. The door clicked shut behind the last student. The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the projector cooling down. Sophia stood, gathering her books slowly, letting her pen roll off the desk and clatter to the floor. She bent to pick it up—slowly—knowing the skirt would ride high enough to flash the

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

The best decision is to manipulate the shadows instead of those in the shadows. La Oscuridad had always been a shadow to me, and one this I kept at a distance until now. But the time to bring them closer was now and use them to my advantage. Halo Oscuro wanted something from me or he wouldn't have invited me and kept on pressing in and I have every intention of using his desire to execute my own wishes.

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

It felt really nice to be held in his arms, to be so close to him, to be able to smell him with every breath, and to bury her head on his chest whenever a scary scene came on. Before she knew it, it was already 2 AM in the morning and they were on their second Halloween movie of the night, Edward Scissorhands. Sierra, still in her dress, was sprawled on top of Colton. There were glasses of alcohol and all sorts of snacks scattered all around them. She was getting delirious due to the alcohol and the lack of sleep, and she started slurring words without having control over them. “Hey, Colton,” she said. “Hm?”