Fantasy Feeder Stories Novels & Stories

Dave said I think am gonna faint again, wait a minute, what the hell am I saying "Me too, I felt that way too"... Ally said and they nodded "OK am not gonna question you further because I'm really hungry"... I said "Don't eat too much and eat your tongue too frogie"... Jake said I'm not gonna swear but if Jake pushed me, am gonna unleash hell on earth. "Let's go now and stop arguing"...mom said We walked back to the dinning room, and I quickly ran to dad to ask him about his promise. "Dad, you said you are going to get me a cat"... I said

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head, continued walking, and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. There was nothing though. That’s it. Gramps' stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on a fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer.

Fane sighed, doing his best to not have anyone hear him. "I do, but only two of them. The one on the right seems like a three-legged golden bird beast. It's called a flying quill. The one in the middle is a fire and ice wolf. Those two beasts are normally in second-grade worlds." Rudy was surprised at Fane's words and said, "I was just asking, but I didn't expect you to know. Fane, you really are amazing. You're not just strong, but smart as well. You even know beasts from second-grade worlds."

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Tessa had asked herself, while Vida shook her head. “It’s possible those are literal.” “Well, you tell me, honey. You’re the expert in literary tropes like these. Try to think of all the books you’ve read and what they mean.” “What the hell, Tessa?” Vida muttered; stung at the way her best friend slammed her fondness for fantasy novels. “I’m not fucking around here, Vida Vance. If you don’t want to, then let us at least warn prince charming!” Tessa said, Vida agreed and they both left her apartment.

the real story. My name is Seren Sloane, and I'm an Extinguisher. That will mean nothing to you, I'm sure, so let me go back a little further. No one knows the true origins of the Fey—I don't think even the Fey themselves remember—but theories abound. One has them evolving alongside us, but where we advanced in groups—banding together to become stronger—the Fey evolved from those outcast predators who were too wild for a pack. Those who don't believe in evolution, think instead that the Fey issue from the Divine; angels fallen from God's grace. Yet another tale insists that they were gods themselves, or demi-gods; led by a mother goddess named Danu.

I wanted to feel helpless and desperate, I closed the journal and left it on the nightstand on purpose before morning. Jax woke up early and made coffee. I heard him open the journal while I was in the shower, when I came out in my robe he was sitting at the kitchen table reading. “Morning,” he said and looked up with a smile. “Read your new fantasy.” I poured coffee nervously. “The tying up one?” “Yes. You want your wrists bound tight. Me edging you until you beg.” I nodded. “I do, a lot.” He closed the book. “How many times do you want me to stop you from coming?”

"A lot of people don't know about this because they never got to bond. Her name was Greta. She was a sweet soul who worked in a bookstore. It came as a shock when she discovered she and Jaris were mated. Jaris, at this time, didn't really care. It was during this period he and Caden had a fallout due to their beast issues. "As you know, they're Alpha Feeders. Feeders are greatly avoided and if the people knew this fact about Jaris and his brother, they never would've let either of them take over leadership from their father. Jaris and Caden were meant to keep this a secret. Unfortunately, Caden got out of hand. He developed an untamable beast with insane bloodthirst. People were beginning to

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.