Fantasy Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."

She had wanted to write a Fantasy novel to break away from her writer's block or rather the huge boredom she had developed from writing too much romance. Well maybe the strange creature lurking in her dreams may have also inspired he rash decision but was she going to tell Ray? No. She was going to write Fantasy gor sure. Maybe about a Werewolf? She wasn't sure but it was time to do her research.

I have never wanted to be anything more than a Beta, just like my dad. “You don’t understand Goldie,” Matty says. “No, you don’t understand. I will graduate from Beta Academy and the goddess herself won’t be able to stop me.” I answered, getting annoyed with him now. Matty, of all the people in this room, should know how I feel about that. A man’s loud laugh came from behind me. “Well, I may not be a goddess. But how about a Wolf King stops you?” I glared at the man I had never met before. Who is threatening to take my dreams away from me?

She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world. Once she had the Word document open, however, she found she couldn’t concentrate. She sat there, staring at the screen, staring at the last few sentences which were waiting for her to continue the tales. The words didn’t come. Her mind was blank. No, that was a lie. Her mind wasn’t blank.

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.