Fantasy Feeders Novels & Stories

Even in the world of cultivators, they would generally use fedulings as currency because the spirit stones were mostly used in cultivations. The fedulings covering the river were too numerous to count. If the Blue Feather Sect removed all the fedulings here, it might be enough to cover the daily expenses of the sect for ten years. However, these fedulings could only amaze Caspian and the others. If the elders and leaders of the six major sects saw it, they would probably not bat an eye. After all, even though there were many fedulings, it was impossible to mold an outstanding figure of the sect even after converting them into resources.

“I don't know exactly how they fed from you. If they did it slowly to pleasure and seduce you, or if they did it fast and hurt you. When I drink, I do it slowly so that it doesn't hurt the humans. By doing this it's pleasurable for them, and me. This leads to sex, which I have participated in, but never against their will. The humans here as feeders are here on their own free will and can stop being feeders whenever they want. They are treated very well and are very well taken care of. They volunteer themselves for blood and sex… but the thing is… I have you now… It turns my stomach and disgusts me just to think of feeding from any of them. I fear losing control. I don't want to have sex wit

“Find another way to be fed.” There is no other way. Her power calls to me. I cannot ignore it. “Then take less. Stop making her dream of you.” The dreams are not my doing. They are hers. Her power reaching for mine. Seeking connection. “Can you block it?” I could. But then the feeding stops. And I grow hungry. And when I am hungry, I wake. You know what happens then. Kaden did know. Had seen the grey spreading. Had watched it consume everything.

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

Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life, or s it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes. Midnight Feast 2020 FULLY SERVED! Midnight Feast is set on an imaginary world mainly within a place called the continent of Aghar. It encompasses the danger in the lives of humble citizens of Loire kingdom- especially the young orphan Layla, who fell in the hands of the ruthless nobles whose willing to sacrifice others’ lives in exchange for their own safety. Midnight Feast is a dark fantasy story with werewolves as the main characters. It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil inten

They tilted their head, observing, almost amused, as the Dark washed over their siblings, testing, probing. Sipho stepped fully into the clearing, the shadows retreating slightly at his command, coiling around him like obedient snakes. “This is only the beginning,” he said, voice soft but commanding. “The Hunger watches. It sees. It tests. And it will not stop until it knows what you are.” The eldest child scrambled to their feet, clutching the charm tightly. “We… we don’t understand. Why us? Why now?”

—a nutrient-dense, iridescent green fluid that leaked from the shattered organic pillars of the Seventh Peak's reactor. ​I watched as the Sky-Wolves, their light-wings dimmed to a soft, comforting amber, hovered over the pods. They weren't soldiers anymore; they were Biological Feeders. They used their hollow primary feathers to "Drip-Feed" the sap into the infants' mouths, the violet-eyed babies latching on with a desperate, predatory instinct.

He has also been feeding my magic slowly throughout the days since after I drained it all trying to escape. Feeding on the sexual energy that Adam exues when he goes into incubus mode does not fill my magic up very much, but it has been enough to keep the two of us fed these last few days, which is something we desperately need. Even if the only thing I am able to conjur up is the same bowl of soup three times a day, and sometimes a side of bread to go with it.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Like something inside was expanding and my body couldn’t hold it. I couldn't stop shaking. My skin stung like it was trying to tear itself open. My heart wouldn't slow down. I barely ate. Everything tasted like ash. My throat was too raw to swallow, and water did nothing but make me throw up bile. And I was alone. Except for Ronan. He never asked if he could come in—just knocked, then entered quietly. Left water. A little food. A folded blanket. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t ask questions. But sometimes… I caught him watching me like he was afraid I might die before morning.