Fantasy Feeder Stories Novels & Stories

"She was definitely crazy. She told me stories about the old days in the old country. Man, I loved that woman and her stories. They got me through some rough times." Ransom nodded. He knew about those rough times, had even lived through some of them with me. "Anyway, GG Simone told me a story for as long as I can remember. About how magical people used to turn into animals. Dragons mostly, but there were some other kinds of animals. Lions, wolves, bears, panthers." I looked at him, my eyes wide. I prayed he understood what I was trying to tell him. "Okay, so you know about some legends similar to The Lost Ones. Great. Again, what does this have to do with Kiema?"

“Tell me.” “They don't just hunt. They are corrupt. Anyone they feed on—even if they survive—becomes a thrall. Mindless, connected to the Feeder's will. Spreading terror to attract more prey.” She showed me an illustration that made my skin crawl—wolf-like creatures with too many joints, too many teeth, and eyes that glowed with the wrong light. “One feeder can turn an entire pack into monsters within weeks.” “And we're facing six of them.” “Yes. If all the seals break,” she set down the text carefully.

Alive. Moving. Connecting. The Darkness surged inside him with terrible joy. Memories crashed into him that weren’t his. Cold caves. Old bones arranged in circles. Voices chanting in forgotten languages. Children offered. Children chosen. Keepers replaced again and again. A chain stretching centuries. He wasn’t special. He wasn’t unique. Just another link. Just another container. “I won’t let you,” he growled. The child leaned closer, though his feet never touched the water. “You are tired.”

That even on the days I wanted to give up, the story—and the characters—kept pulling me back. Thank you for walking this journey with me. Thank you for laughing with them, crying with them, and believing in them even when the odds were stacked against them. There will be a sequel — The Life of Jeffrey and Annitore. If you want to see Annitore the monster who gave up her immortality for the man she loves, who later fell in love with the version of her that he created, and also how Jeffrey's powers are harnessed, please leave a comment and let me know. Your words mean everything to a first-time author like me.

"That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"

“You must never say things like that again. Do you hear me? It’s forbidden, absolutely forbidden. Do you know what could happen if anyone overheard you?” Freya lifted her chin stubbornly. “I know it’s forbidden. I read about it once, back in Silverfang. I went to the ancient library and found scrolls, stories of the human world—how it thrived, how it differed from ours. They said we must never trespass into their world, but I used to dream about it. What if there’s more out there than this endless cycle of breeding and serving packs? What if…” She trailed off, her throat tightening with longing.

When we're not working at the clinics, we typically volunteer to help homeless people and children in foster care. All of us bunnies in the gang were orphans. Our parents either abandoned us or were killed when we were young. Unfortunately, that's common in our species, unlike other shifters. That's how the Biker Bunnies were formed. The first leader wanted us to make our own family. We order some food, and just as it's being served, I hear a couple of bikes pulling up. That's not unusual at a biker bar, but my heart starts racing. My bunny, Tilly, starts hopping around in my head.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I said, pressing myself against the heat of him, "do not hold back just because I look delicate." For most people, a lust-curse was poison. For my kind, it was spring water in the desert. I was not an ordinary woman. I was a high-ranking succubus who had spent years pretending to be human in the modern world, starving and withering for lack of true nourishment. Now I had landed inside a shameless dark-fantasy romance novel, in front of a devastatingly handsome Demon King burning with exactly the curse I needed. Everyone else avoided him as if he were death.

Story Title: Shadow Vows Author: Feylume Genre: Dark Romance, Mafia, Forced Marriage, Possessive Billionaire, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Aurora Vale – 24, strong-willed, beautiful with long wavy brown hair and fiery spirit. Daughter of a man who owes a huge debt to the mafia. • Lucien Voss – 36, ruthless mafia king / billionaire, tall, muscular, black hair, cold blue eyes, extremely dominant, dangerous, and possessive.