Fantasy High Ao3 Novels & Stories

Clementine POV A few days have passed and Fin and Creed are still not getting along, the two twins are also involved. I don’t know why they are fighting. All I know is they all hate Fin. Every morning I see Fin across from our room, waiting for me while carrying red roses. Sometimes I wonder if he has eaten or not because he was there too early so every time I see him I let him into our room and feed him even though it is forbidden and against the room rules. I wonder if Fin is happy with what he is doing to propose to me. I'll admit that I like him but I still don't want to let Fin know because I'm afraid that he might just play with my feelings. There are rumors that ... Fin was a great Pl

Chapter 157 Breeding Ceremony. Lila’s POV The portal pulled me through darkness and fire. One moment I was on my apartment floor, leaking Azrael’s cum from every hole. The next, scorching heat wrapped around my naked body as I landed hard on smooth black stone. The air here tasted different. Thick. Sweet. Like incense mixed with sex and brimstone. Crimson skies stretched endlessly above me, and distant screams of pleasure echoed from obsidian towers. I was in his realm.

The wind screamed past us as we fell, but all I could focus on was her—the way she fit perfectly against my chest, how her arms wound around my neck with desperate trust. Her scent, even through whatever magical concealment she'd used, called to something primal in my soul. As we tumbled through the clouds, something extraordinary began to happen. Visions, clear as daylight, flashed before my eyes. *I saw myself standing on a marble balcony overlooking vast territories that stretched to the horizon. I wore ceremonial armor of silver and blood red, a crown of twisted metal and precious stones upon my head. Below me, thousands of warriors knelt in submission, their heads bowed in reverence.*

A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest. High Lady Demeter sat by his left; tall and gorgeous was the Fae Parliamentarian. Her wavy, dark green hair had an exquisite golden headpiece that framed her round face. Her pink eyes were soft, and at each corner was a small pink flower tattoo. High Lord Blaze, the Phoenix Parliamentarian, was on the other side of her. His hair and eyes were as orange and fiery as the fire, and his face was scrunched in disgust. Each of them represents a species from their world.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

AURORA’S POV I couldn’t have imagined such a death even in my darkest fantasy; suspended in the air, surrounded by candles with weird fragrance. My death meant the return of someone very evil. It also meant the death of my little girl. I tried to use my magic but it was all in vain. My body was drained of all strength. Despair had taken root in my heart and had grown like Cuscuta engulfing my heart; draining it of the tiniest bit of hope that was left.

Alpha Atlas Andino stood tall, his eyes locked on Aralia as he finished his transformation into the next High Lord of the Water court. Aralia's scream was one that brought frost and ice, cold destruction that splintered throughout the room. The fountains in the garden exploded, emitting a sound that rumbled the ground. The water that spewed forth turned to jagged shards of ice that speared the ground and cracked the marble.

"But, on my life, I am certain it won't be." A soft chuckle from her side made her risk a glance at Beckett. He and Tobin were doing their best to maintain their composure. Aoife drew herself to her full height, glaring down her button nose at Bailey. "Halflings don't belong in Faerie. You should be home, slaughtering the masses."

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.