Fantasy Feeders Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The legends I have read on the Far Darrig are confusing. What exactly is it?" Jameson looked at me this time. It was a look that made me uncomfortable. "What's the matter?" Guinivere cleared her throat and began to answer for him. "The Far Darrig is a fear eater. They create nightmares in the minds of their targets, so they can feed off of the fear they caused but furthermore, they have an appetite for the flesh of women and their unborn children." "Now that's just morbid!" my mind protested. I tried to shake the intruding image from my mind.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

“A feeder is a human captive kept as a continuous source of blood. The host drinks the feeder's blood regularly, never biting deeply enough or taking enough blood to turn the victim vampire. The blood is allowed to replenish itself before the vampire drinks again, giving him or her a personal, never-ending well of blood. I would think it to be a nightmarish existence, caught between the world of the living and the world of the undead.” Leesa shivered. The thought chilled her own blood.

"Then we need to hurry, I don't want to think anything has happened to Emily. May's voice was shaky and her heart filled with guilt. They turned to head back when the sound they had heard initially came louder suddenly, they reflexed a turn at the direction of the sound and had not gotten enough time to settle on it when a huge bird flew across them, pushing them to the ground. It went straight for Glenn, trailing it's thick claws against Glenn's body, ripping part of his shirt, he began struggling with the bird unable to get a full view of the creature above him, summer and May had tried crawling up to his aid but they had been hit the most when it flew across them, and for some strange rea

“Fey?” I’d never heard of such things. What does that mean? He chuckled harshly. “I’m not the only of my kind, Saria. There are others like me. Though not as powerful. Because I learned to shuck my skin and feed on the magic of others who carry similar blood.” “What is a fey?” “A creature constructed of magic, land, and blood. Powerful.” That sounded to me like I’d have described a witch. “I don’t understand why you ‘feed’...?” I swallowed. Finding the word uncomfortable to say.

’ Tapping on a microphone caught our attention, and Lord Pramble was on the stage in front of us. “Welcome! Tonight will be filled with pleasures beyond our wildest dreams and tastes so exquisite that you will feel that you died and went to Hell. The auction is about to begin. Remember that there is a three-purchase limit for feeders. Once the bidding has completed on the feeder, the amount will automatically be withdrawn from the account provided. Once that is confirmed then the feeder will kneel beside their owner. Then the feeding room will open for one hour before the Main Attraction begins. The feeders have been certified for their pure blood and body. Let us begin!” I took a steadying

“Just keep that in mind. I can help you to mimic realistically if you need it, but none of you will be feeding me.” “Won’t you get sick if you don’t feed? I heard you saying the dragon had to feed Poppy and the Vasili at least once a day. I remember learning that concubi need to feed more often than succubae and incubi. If you die, the bulk of us get sent back to the camps.” Garrett said. Madison glanced over at some movement in the grass. She put her left hand out in the direction of the rustling grass which stopped after a few seconds. Walking over, Madison picked something up and when she returned, she tossed a dead rabbit in front of the group.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

I saw Cool shifted his eyes when he saw me shivering. 'What's wrong?' he asked with his brows furrowed, I just shook my head trying to make the image go away and to assure him at the time. "Well, don't take it literally," Hailec interjected that caught back our attention. "Fooleys don't literally gobbled up mundanes. As I've said before, we must mask Sassy's scent because these creatures feed up with mundane souls. We, Fantasians have a different scent from the mundane in a Fooleys' perspective." he explained but Sassy and I just stared at him in confusion.