Fantasy Aus Novels & Stories

he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.” Tatsuya just shook his head, exhaling. “Be careful. Kouji knows this Dante guy, and I’m starting to think they’re mixed up in something. Maybe even a cult. What nineteen-year-old do you know lives in a mansion and drives a Bugatti that isn’t his parents’?” Taiga looks up at that, "what makes you say that? "

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets A world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darkness A hidden wonder of Terra Australis A world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Austral

Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.

“I’m talking to the guy who wrote the Ruffpunk series on Wednesday.” “I haven’t read that,” Saxon says. “I have,” Kip tells him. “You’d love it. It’s a historical fantasy set in a Tudor steampunk world, where Shakespeare invents a new form of magic using poetry and casts spells with his words. It’s fantastic, and it’s won loads of awards. It’s quite a coup to get the author on.” “I’ll definitely listen in,” Saxon says. “I’d like to read that.” “She did an AMA on Reddit,” Kip says. “She had so many questions.”

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Between Black Shadow and the two closer packs, whom I haven't met, there is about an hour of neutral land between our borders. At the very edge of the water Austin is standing skipping stones. Each one he throws skips at least four or five times. He's not wearing a top and the waistband of his jeans rest low on his waist. Despite how angry I still am at him, I can't help but admire his physical appearance. I'm glad he's my mate. The Moon Goddess at least gave me a good looking one. He's practically all muscle.

Axis pov Axis ran his hands through his black and red streaked hair and glanced across the landscape with his single good eye. Being a nine-foot-tall Scottish unseelie fairy made venturing into the human realm a tedious chore. He would have refused but his best friend Keran, the unseelie king had asked him for the favor of collecting wildflowers from the American state of Montana. Why he wanted them he didn't know, nor had he asked. He had used his glamor to change his height to a more realistic six and a half feet, his hair to a deep auburn, and his one eye a shade of green. He kept his eyepatch, liking the way it made him look like the hardened warrior he was. He realized he had appeared i