Fantasy High Ao3 Novels & Stories

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.

//What an unfortunate and unforeseen fashion complication…// The teen hummed absentmindedly, “If he could have scented my blood, no amount of magic would have saved you; if I was dead he’d have ripped you to ribbons. And if you did manage to come back with some Phoenix hoodoo—magic-do… Ookami would have spent years hunting for you”, she answered simply. “Because he grew up drinking the blood of a High Ranking High Priestess and mine, he has enough mana in him, that killing him would be a very expensive endeavor”, she stated almost bored, as if she had repeated the same thing before, and many times over. Fiona blinked and then nodded, “Duly noted”, she stated eyeing the creature settled betwe

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

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High School Saga (Revolution of Mean) Season 1 Episode 5 Written by Dave 📝 (The deal) Author's POV Cheryl strides into the toxic high school with zero idea of what awaits her. She clad in some casual red crop top and a black denim bum shorts, along some matching black kneel length heel boots, with her lips painted red matching her outfit color. Her mouth she's chewing a gum as she catwalk in the hallway focusing on her phone and not her environment. Cheryl flips her hair mistakenly looking up to see all eyes on her, giving her the ick something is wrong.

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Aurora’s POV The morning sun shimmered over the palace grounds, but it brought her no comfort. Queen Aurora stood at the highest balcony, her eyes sweeping across the horizon as the winds whispered of a war drawing near. The visions—fragments from the past—had grown stronger, more persistent. Something terrible was coming. Behind her, the doors creaked open. High Commander Ross approached silently, his massive wolf form padding across the polished stone. As he shifted, the familiar shimmer of magic filled the air, and he stood tall in his warrior’s stance, awaiting her command.

He just couldn’t address her because of how close Lily was to him. “The auras I feel are those of 19 people. Of the 19, 5 are High Level Pseudo Nightmares, 5 more are Peak Level Pseudo Nightmares, and 5 are Nightmares. 2 of the 5 Nightmares are at the Low Level, one is at the Mid-Level, and another is at the High Level. The last person is at the peak of the Nightmare Realm”

she asked, as a contained massage told itself to the entire of then that wasn’t aware of it. Valentine then became clouded with what she had been trying at insinuating but she gave him no mind than she needed to. Fay then turned to Audrey who, with Hercules beside her, both held up the delusional high mage from his moment of resurfacing and fleeting consciousnes. The high mage had now become a danger to himself as a result of his prior action, but he wasn’t the one being fixed on, even though Fay had a bone or two to pick with him over the death of Eric’s father.