Fantasy Aus Novels & Stories

Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans. “And does it help; the seclusion?” I ask as Sir Brak opens the front door to usher me. Katelyn once made me picture Japanese buildings to be low and thatched, but with my eyes, I could see that the demon lunatic adopted Australian-styled buildings—not what I expected to see. “Seclusion does little or nothing; once in a while Xaulfur bursts out of his den and attacks. Thankfully, we have the witch, Marretje, to keep him in check.”

One was below him, one was above him, two were in front of him, two were beside him and one was behind him. Azalias felt immense power building up inside of him, he chuckled darkly and tried to imitate the Ausar's actions. But to his misfortune nothing happened, he still couldn't use any magic. His smiling face turned into a sour face. Ausar was getting up, so he didn't think further and rushed toward Ausar. He was an expert in martial arts, In the last five years he traveled around the whole world searching for magic, but he also learned various types of defense and attacking techniques in various countries. He learned judo, aikido, kung fu, jiu-jitsu, karate, taekwondo, boxing, etc. Althou

“Alright, fine. Cards on the table. The real team building starts now. We’ve got these hot toddies, spiked just enough to loosen tongues. No judgments, no HR bullshit. We’re confessing fantasies around the fire. Dark ones. The ones we bury under spreadsheets and sales calls. Who wants to go first?” The room got quiet for a moment, just the pop of the logs in the fire filling the air. My heart started picking up speed, that tingly warmth turning into a buzz that ran through my whole body, making my skin feel electric. What the hell was in this drink? It was making my thoughts race, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, feeling a heat start

“Pack business ends at the gate. You crossed into mine.” Kieran’s stare sharpened. “Who are you to claim territory?” Dax exhaled once, slow, as if choosing whether to spill blood or history. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said. The name hit Kieran like a blow. His face drained. “That’s impossible.” “You tell stories to your pups,” Dax replied. “So they don’t ask why your elders burned a rogue line to the root.” I blinked, heat rising under my skin. “Burned?”

“You will regret looking down on me. Both of you. Soon.” I held off one more time, breathing hard, hand barely moving. My balls ached. When I finally let go I stroked rough and fast. Cum shot out in thick ropes across my stomach and chest. I groaned low, hips jerking, milking every drop while the fantasies played behind my eyes. After it faded I lay there sticky and breathing heavy. The rage was still there, deeper now. Mixed with a clear plan forming in my head. Cilia was already cracking. Audrey would be next.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

Laura The next day was our field trip in school, and I’d been really looking forward to the art projects and classes that would be held. However, I couldn’t go because I was still in shock and hadn’t gotten over the trauma. Moreover, after so many years of missing my crush and wishing I could see him one more time, I don’t think I’m ready to leave his side anytime soon. I just want to be around him always and thankfully, I have the perfect excuse to have my wish.

A U T H O R Aurelialis, Fae Empire. Thomas flicked on the torch as he stepped through the portal, its harsh beam cutting through the dim glow of the Fae realm. With a heavy sigh, he swept the light across the sprawling empire of Aurelialis, its towering spires and twisting vines bathed in an eerie luminescence. The air hummed with magic, thick and cloying, pressing against his skin like an unwelcome touch.

, in which they had many stops. Friedrich Hans Ingo, a wealthy businessman in the mining and export business between human and magical regions, based in Germany, in a subdivision of the mystical city of Bremen, a magical region of Germany, which became one of the entrepreneurs and partners of Andreas Delphos, who was now alone in a small grey-padded compartment, where his dragonhide suitcase was also found, which he did not kill, only died of old age. It was even a gift from his uncle and foster father, Consul Heinrich Klaus, whose name should be mentioned right away, as well as the winter coat, dangling from a hook, and the rolled-up travel blanket.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.