Fantasy Female Novels & Stories

Li Wei asked incredulously. Female blinked. He waltzed in his long shirt, made of silk. The cleavage is high, showing off her white thighs. That face is petite with big eyes. The nose is like a sharp knife. The lips are full, red as a cherry. With golden hair, complete with a flower crown, she looked too beautiful for the size of a human. "Don't you know who I am?" The woman asked softly. As an inexperienced young man, Li Wei thumped at the unnatural beauty. He did not realize that he had fallen into an illusion, an intoxicating magic enchantment. The beautiful woman is a Nymph.

Who is this mysterious voice behind those words? Shortly afterward, a gentle touch graced my head, its warmth spreading to my right cheek. It seemed to restore my heartbeat to a steady rhythm, echoing loud in my ears as if I had just returned to life. Driven by curiosity about the identity of this person, I attempted to open my eyes, only to find my fingers moving instead. The unknown figure tapped my forehead thrice, and as if by magic, my eyes fluttered open. Before me stood a female creature, a mirror image of myself. With perfectly white hair and swan wings, she wore a crystal crown, adorned with a water drop pendant on her forehead, and a dress crafted from a blend of lace and silk, pur

It was never meant to be inside the female, there was no one alive that could contain that power but her. Four powerful males sprung between her and the Female, their lips bared in a snarl. Her eyes narrowed on them and The Wild Hunt emerged from behind her. "Kill them." She ordered and the Wild Hunt eagerly obeyed. They clashed, and the clash attracted more warrior fae who came running to defend the female. Shinay called to the roiling ball once again and it lifted out of the female's chest and came to her. Some Fae warriors were running for her, but without that power, there was little she could do.

To me personally, age is not an issues at all, especially in Fantasma, this medieval fantasy world. Here age is irrelevant at all, with a lot of long living races all over the places, and for many of those races, even at considerably old ages they still looked really young. Like my lovely Meret over here, even though she was already over 50 years old, her body were still very much young, and she is very magnificent in serving my lust and calming my passion. Her looks back on earth on can easily passed her as someone at her prime age, if back on earth she will have no problem at all, being a gravure model. Her skin were still supple, her giant breast still defying gravity although already sl

Ban: So… Lord Drago: I was really trying to keep this a secret but… Come Forth! Spier! (Night sky) A crack in space just besides Lord Drago appears and as that pitch black crack widens, a creepy hand holds the edge of the crack space and a figure creepily appears out of the crack space. A shadowy figure that sent chills to my spine but somehow I kept my cool. It was tall and had wings that were incredibly torn and scary. It grew horns and had long hair. Its figure seems to be that of a woman but that creepiness is insane. If I had to really compare it. I’d say it's similar to a forest fairy you see in movies that got bitten by a zombie and a vampire at the same time and now it's a Fairy Zomb

The ground beneath our feet sparkled with crystalline formations, and distant mountains echoed with the call of unseen creatures. As we took in the awe-inspiring vista, a figure materialized before us—a being of ethereal grace and ancient wisdom. Faelan, the fairy guardian who had revealed our destiny, hovered in the air, wings aglow with the magic of the Heartwood. "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera," Faelan's voice, gentle as a breeze, echoed in the air. "Welcome to the Nexus of Unity, a realm shaped by the convergence of supernatural energies and the extraordinary love you bear."

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

The elders of Legora strongly disputed the new movement, but with the hunter’s overwhelming power nothing could be done. Well, that is all about to change, I am the first female hunter and I am no child. My name is Alessia and I will change this world, whether they like it or not.

“Just like you. And more.” Aurora stepped forward, whispering, “What of her lycan?” A silver-blue glow lit the area, and the goddess extended her palm. “I offer you the chance to choose her lycan. There is one who waits—the spirit of the first female lycan, a warrior of fire and stars. She is old, wise, powerful, and has waited eons to be reborn.”

“Ahem—now, let’s welcome our next assistant guest!” From the doorway, a stunning young woman walked in gracefully. She had twin ponytails and was dressed in a pure-yet-seductive blue outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. Jezin stared, completely dumbfounded. This was none other than Jevon’s famously rumored girlfriend from the entertainment industry. In truth, she was Jevon’s bonded thrall in his first fantasy drama—a hare-shaped bonded wraith. Bonded wraiths were always cast as docile and loyal archetypes, yet this hare-shaped wraith bore an ethereal yet alluring vibe, utterly captivating to behold.