Fantasy Cyoa Novels & Stories

Because of his supid fault, because he couldn't control his hunger, Olgarias was transforming into a Night Walker. "I am sorry, Prince," Ran uttered mutely. • • • • • Celandine covered her wound and wrapped the bandages well around her wrist, her heart racing about what she just heard. Her memories were gone, no idea where to fine her family and then she was almost captured in a castle with two weird creatures alone. Though she didn't give a chance to the feeling fear to take her over, she was still confident and strong deep down in her mind.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Zayn stretched his shoulders. “I would like to complain, but I'm too curious.” Caelan gave a small smile. “Then let's go.” Kael simply nodded. Lyra stepped forward. “I know the way.” Elara looked at her. “You're sure?” “Yes.” Lyra's silver eyes began glowing. “The First World isn't just a place.” The floor beneath them opened. “It is the beginning.” A massive portal appeared. Beyond it was an endless silver landscape. Mountains floated in the distance.

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going

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“That’s strange. I can’t remember him or his father.” “Strange indeed,” Rhobart agreed. “Tell me something else.” Runner stepped over a rock, and Rhobart gritted his teeth. “I like to read fairytales where Paladins rescue princesses,” Ayla said fast, hoping to distract Rhobart from the pain. “But I like to imagine that I am the Paladin that rescues the princess.” “Why?” Before Ayla could think about how to answer, Rhobart pointed at something several meters in front of him.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Maya said suddenly, voice sharp with energy that hadn’t been weighed down by food. “Like?” Dante asked, tilting his head, his voice smooth, careless, but curious. “Twenty-one questions,” Maya announced proudly. “We take turns asking questions. You can pick anyone when it’s your turn.” His grin widened, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “And you can’t lie. You must answer. If you don’t, you drink a nasty concoction, vinegar, rotten eggs and spoiled milk.” Dante raised both brows, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus, Maya. You’re a terrible person.”

A few hours later, when Kyra stepped through the doors and saw what Ali Ahmed had done, she started to think that the books were pretty exciting, too. Ali Ahmed had left her favorite book from college, a collection of fairy tales and myths from around the world, on a small table near the door. Kyra picked it up, smiling down at the familiar cover, and looked around for Ali Ahmed. He was nowhere to be found, so she assumed he must be running late. With a shrug, Kyra crossed to sit in a large armchair, flipping the book open to the first page. As soon as she did, a note fell out.