Fantasy Feeder Stories Novels & Stories

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she sighed. “I agree. And that’s why Chasing Kitsune is already doing so well on that app Forrest is posting to. People are really into the story. They want to know what happens. Unlike us, the readers don’t know they are still happily together.” I smiled. “Yeah. Though this all makes me wonder if someday people will want to hear our story.” she sighed.

Not certainly candles but they burnt like one. That was certainly the source of the smell. Feebly, the creature was panting. I had always heard there were different creatures aside from humans but I had never believed it. I wrote stories about them but it was purely from my weird imagination. It couldn't be Werewolf, right? Lissa, you must be insane! As I was figuring it out, my dense brain began to function speedily... Was... Was... Was I kidnapped to be a feed to it? Did I just walk into the pit of death prepared for me?

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days. It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stories of old times and older places. Of nights when the moon was red and wolves danced in the snow, of witches who wove their hearts into stones to keep their people safe. Fyre listens, eyelids fluttering, sometimes offering a story in return: of her childhood in the wild lands, of her daughter’s laughter (Aradia, though she does not name her), of mistakes she wishes she could undo.

he says. Then he was gone, leaving only silence and the sound of Inojin’s quiet sobs. ... Dante met with Rei in a dimly lit lounge. Rei poured himself a glass of wine,the liquid swirling in the light. “You’ve noticed it too,” Rei said smoothly. “Taiga is planning something. Gathering my pact mates. he is building his own pack inside mine.” Dante leaned back, smirking. “He thinks he's clever, he should have know i would find out .”

Forbidden Fantasies

"If you don't give it something to work with, it’s going to grind us into pulp!" I looked at the Legend of the Brave Dog. This was the story Mina had saved. The story that was supposed to go to the Lighthouse to tell the world that the "Variables" were still alive. "If I feed it to the dragon," I realized, "the story won't just be told. It will be Reprinted into the land itself." I ran toward the beast. The heat radiating from its iron chest was intense, it smelled of hot oil and ozone. I found the "Feed Tray" near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use.

Ban: How were you all taught? Feyla: Well for starters we were first shown how to do it right before our eyes. Next we were given a few books with Familiars’ images to give us a slightly vivid imagination of how the beast looks like. And the next is up to our preference. For example, if I want to have a better chance of summoning a flight type familiar then I would first study or look at pictures of flight type familiars but the best is really seeing one up close and even better to experience it in a fight to know of its characteristics. This is just so when we call out to the beast, the main key for summoning the creature that we want to get is how detailed our imagination is. This is why s