Fantasy Carriage Company Novels & Stories

“I want an Enigma who has all the control in the world and still worships me.” Tatsuya barked out a short laugh. “Well, you’re in luck. We’re here.” Taiga looked up as the massive gates of Dante’s estate slowly opened before them. The car rolled forward smoothly, tires crunching softly against the stone driveway. The mansion stood as intimidating as ever, towering under the dim evening lights like something untouchable. Tatsuya parked the car and leaned back into his seat. “I’ll be right here. Go in there and sort out your deranged relationship.”

If I’m going to live with a monster, I will see the bed I’m going to lie in. “This way, El,” Alaric directs me, and I pull my eyes away to follow him around the pack house to a carriage pulled by three black horses waiting right behind the house, next to a pile of dead wolves. The carriage is round, made of black metal and red fabric that looks worn, but it’s far grander than anything I’ve seen before. The horses are stunning, massive with white and black fur. Their glowing red eyes lock on me as I walk to the carriage and in those eyes, I see nothing but blood. Something about the horses draws me to them and I reach out, smoothing my hand down the neck of the horse nearest me. The horse nei

~Nadia~ "Oh, wow! What kind of sorcery is this?" I was staring at the model of an automobile with my mouth wide open. Andreas told me it was an electric carriage made by someone from Scotland. Giselle wanted to sit inside the model because it looked like a perfect toy on wheels.

After the fight she had witth her mother, it scares Ariadne for them to fight again. Once her carriage left, Ariadne approach the large dark brown carriage with royal sigil embedded on the door. The horse itself was so different than the one she had. It looks more regal and definitely expensive. It only occurs to her later that the horses has wings strapped on the side and she gasped. "Pegasus? You have an actual Pegasus?" She screeched to Abram. Both Maksim and Nikolai steps outside hearing her raising her voice from shock. They had a wide grin, all three looking similar to each other.

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

Once she is seated, I join her and the carriage creaks slightly under my weight. “Move.” I say and the carriage begins to set off. The hooves of the horses’ clatter against the cobblestones as it sets out of the castle’s perimeters. It serves as a steady backdrop to the silence between us. The interior of the carriage is richly appointed with plush cushions and dark wood accents, reflecting the royal status of its occupants. I had an idea for the carriage I wanted to gift Yeri, there was an art piece that I painted a while back… I was hoping to bestow it as a design.

Why use a gate when I can just fly, right? Now, still clad in her hobo pajamas, Cent stood beside Matilda who was hopping her bony legs. It was basically the crack of dawn and she was half-asleep but Matilda climbed through the walls of her room like a spider monkey and she basically dragged her sleepy ass outside the House of Lamentation just to watch a flock of magical carriages popping out from everywhere through their portals. Though some were not using portals and instead chose to show off by using a Pegasus or a centaur for their carriages – not to mention, there were carriages that used dire wolves and polar bears. Most of them were from the Ambivalent World. So far, the earliest ones

With moist eyes, I gaze at the carriage. Made of iron and cedarwood, it has two open entryways that show off the interior's velvet lining. It's exquisite. At the head, a driver sits and holds the reins of two anxious white stallions that snort and stomp. I approach the coach without looking the driver in the eye. Rather, I dump my backpack upon the velvety purple armchair and quickly dive in.

Cassy didn’t have to guess who she was searching for. She was all alone in an ornate carriage with a fancy ducal crest on the door, and she saw that people stared as they rolled past. It was an elegant carriage, with comfortable velvet squabs, and very well hung. It hardly bounced at all in the rutted streets, and other carriages made room for them to pass.

Edgar gave him a reassuring smile. "On board? Where?" He was puzzled. Edgar knew he would be curious how the people were gathered and convinced. So he drew the curtains and led them outside to see what he was referring to. They marveled at the extensive white and golden carriage parked outside the cave. It doesn't have wheels and only floats from the ground. Gili squinted to see what's ahead. He was surprised to see that there were only two white horses carrying the strange carriage. The windows were curtained with white linens and the people chattering inside were seen through. There were bizarre lamps lighted in every meter of the carriage making the woods blinded by the lights. And it was