Fantasy Feeders Novels & Stories

"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!"

"What kind of supernatural attention?" Gabriel's expression grows even more serious. "Shadow feeders, most likely. They're attracted to places where the veil between worlds is thin, where supernatural energy is concentrated. They feed on fear and confusion, growing stronger as they spread nightmares and anxiety." "Shadow feeders," I repeat, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "Are they dangerous?" "They can be," Gabriel admits. "Especially if they're allowed to establish a foothold in this realm. Right now they're just testing, probing for weaknesses. But if they sense a significant supernatural presence—like a goddess consciousness—they might decide to make a more aggressive move."

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

"The barn. Alright. That doesn't sound too bad. Tell me, what animal am I working with? A goat? Sheep? or a cow?" The dhampire tsked at her ignorance, "not that kind of barn. Here, feeders are placed in a place called 'the barn'." "Wait. Hold up, feeders? As in human blood bags for vampires?!" She exclaimed. "Yes. If you're kept as a feeder, it'll not only lead to your eventual demise, it also tampers with your sanity. Even powerful hunters cannot bear the bite of an elder vampire." It was a fate far worse than death for any hunter.

The Inivisibees quickly flew toward the millennium-old herbs, clearly tempted, and what happened next baffled Adrian. The Invisibees quickly scarfed down more than half of the celestial herbs, leaving the remainder insufficient for their next feeding. Adrian couldn't understand how such small creatures could have such enormous appetites. He had no idea when the next feeding time would be, but newborn beast familiars usually needed a lot of nutritions, much like human babies. Adrian knew he had to hurry back to Lumia Isle. Without the celestial herbs and medicines from the Exile Realm, the two little ones might go hungry. And having brought these adorable creatures into the world, he couldn't

“Me can tell Nim to go look for it.” “No need, I will go.” I sighed, increasing my pace even more. “We have no idea if the human will be aggressive or how strong she is. It is better that a Galdrian goes after her.” The Farnders are a species that are fairly weak and fragile. They are not built to hold themselves in combat as they are actually one of the few intelligent species that are completely vegetarian, meaning they are not predators but prey. Out of the intelligent species known to The Intergalactic Committee there are only three that are classed as prey.

Who got rid of my stupid brother who was always leading them on? Everyone just woke up one day and discovered their problems were gone, and they thought they went away on their own? I did so much to make those problems go away. "I understand how serious and dangerous it is," I relaxed even more in my chair. "I wouldn't bring it here if I didn't. But more of our people are going to die if we don't get it handled." The meeting lasted for almost an hour. Everyone kept throwing in suggestions. The Feeders were the wolves' nemesis. The reason they were quite strong was due to the fact that they sucked off the blood of other wolves.

If he could take her pain, he would. Only mates could feed from each other without special circumstances. Small children could feed from a parent or guardian, because they weren’t old enough to hunt on their own. Right now, George wasn’t sure if this would fall under the special circumstances. If she fed from him, the bond they felt now would only grow stronger. He feared what that would be like for them. “Ana, you’re injured. I suspect worse than we know. You need to feed. Do you understand?” George held her up against a damp brick wall under the old building’s overhang and tried to ascertain if she understood what he was saying.

Cracks spidered across the obsidian floor, glowing faintly, and a sound rose up through the stone. Not a roar. A whispering chorus. Aunt Dee swore under her breath. “Hunters,” she said. “Not Azrael’s. Worse.” Sarai’s breath caught. “Worse than the Starved Ones?” “Yes,” Dee said, and her hands moved faster through the sigils, but her voice stayed steady. “These ones don’t feed on hunger. They feed on prophecy.” The word snapped something awake inside Sarai. The baby reacted instantly. Heat surged through her spine, sharper than before, but controlled focused. Images flashed across her vision: figures cloaked in pale armor, faces blurred as if reality refused to remember them, weapons etched w

Magnus explains. I pass between the first few identical cells, the brittle-haired prisoners inside gawking at us with sunken eyes, but they don’t charge at us even though I expect them to. They don’t seem to have the energy left in them. They barely look alive. A shiver runs through me. “Why do they look like that?” Magnus doesn’t answer immediately. “Some of the cells are a special type. They siphon the life out of the captives, adding to the source and keep the magic working. Feeder cells, Morgana calls them.”