Fantasy Female Novels & Stories

Yet the eyes of the sorceress lying on the ground were fixed on me, filled with surprise and confusion. "Who are you?" she asked trembling, her voice a desperate whisper. "Why are you always in my dreams?" "You can see me?" I frowned, confused, moving closer to her and crouching in front of her. "How is that possible?" Then suddenly, the entire scene froze. Silence fell over the battlefield, and I studied the young woman with intriguing eyes, a golden-orange color like the sun. Her hair was copper-red, straight at the top and wavy along its length. Her pale skin and striking expression gave her a unique beauty, almost divine, like a goddess.

“Just get on with whatever you have in that ‘reports’ of yours.” She exasperatedly demanded from her assistant. Venus Mabel Gracia. The Spaniard beauty was a Maleficent you couldn’t make an invitation list without. Trendy, glamorous, and proficient, she was an enigma. At the age of 25, she was an idealist feminist fantasy.

She looks like a princess waiting for her true love's kiss. "Hey! Stop daydreaming water waiver!" The woman in ash chiton exclaims, and that is when I just realize that she's fighting with innumerable Cetus by the shore. In every Cetus that attacks her, a magic circle would appear behind her foe and a ghoul will materialize. "Hey! Those are ghouls!" I shouted back at her, and this time, she looks pissed. "I know because I'm the one who summons them! Do you mind using your element?" She said while endlessly summoning underworld creatures. Goodness!

There were also creatures that resembled human women but with skin the color of moss and lips like purple wine. Then Ruslan saw a young girl about his age. She had the most beautiful white-gold hair and skin that appeared to shine moon-bright. Her face, too, was otherworldly beautiful as her hair. When she turned, her brilliant pale blue eyes met his for the longest time. At the sight of her, Ruslan thought of the sorceress and Cassandra. He wondered what they were doing now. The demons walked him through the other sad, brilliant eyes. They reached an empty golden cage. Ruslan took a deep breath and stepped into it. He didn't bother to look at the label on his cage. It was probably read: hum

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

She felt a strong force of energy get into her and she saw different visions, and different places she recognized, she let out a loud scream and felt every part of her be filled with strong energy and a sense of completion. Strong powerful wings emerged from her making her look huge she opened her eyes and heard the words of her mother Queen Fiona ring in her head. “Make me proud my daughter and restore everything that is ours”

I have made a point in keeping our females up to date and part of everything . Let's face it, our females are not exactly typical females , we have a high witch , a healer , and my Luna the legendary Golden Wolf with the power to save or destroy our world . Nope our females are our equal if not superior if I am completely honest . My nose twitches as Len’s scent hits me even before the door opens , her face lights up into a huge smile as she makes her way around my desk and plants herself on my lap . I nuzzle her neck then give it a small bite , she moans ever so slightly making my dick twitch .

Like she was an imposter or something. A Dreamer. Even the name sounded made up and weak. The door opened and two people came in. A male and female. The male was a wolf. Raven knew that right away, but the female. She wasn’t as easy to identify. Though Raven wasn’t one to hobnob with many mixed species, she realized this female must be some other supernatural creature. Not a shifter of any kind. Maybe a mage or druid. But there were others she could be. So, it would make sense to be respectful, because this might be the Oracle who summoned her.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"