Fantasy High Ao3 Novels & Stories

It seemed like hours that I was locked in a pleasure so intense that it was beyond description or even my voice's ability to do homage to even via the gasped screams of ecstasy that were emitting from me. Finally, its grip on me loosened and as it did I collapsed forward onto my face literally losing touch with everything. ********* Breathing heavy Taino stayed buried to the hilt in the beautiful rear of an equally beautiful woman. Managing the breath to finally speak even as he enjoyed the orgasmic fluttering of her ass that was still constricting about him, as if still locked in proverbial orgasm, “Is she okay?” Both of his wives smiled up at him. Wenzou spoke, “She just fainted.”

CHAPTER 158 •••••Third Person POV••••• {Slight Mature Content Ahead} Aurora moans feeling soft butterfly kisses on the base of their neck as she turned her head around giving more access to Ares and sighs in contentment still in her sleep.

In Aetherium, life was chill. No body, no limits—just me, finally free. Time didn't matter here. No pain, no lies. Just calm. But lately, something gross kept tugging at me from the mortal world. It stank of obsession and fake guilt, like a greasy snake trying to wrap around my soul and wreck everything. I wanted to slice it away like dead weight. Then The High One showed up. "That pull's from a dark ritual. An Aster descendant's offering their life and soul to you—trying to drag you back in with chains made of shadow."

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.

Others are fighting desperately to keep the insects at bay, while they take on the hydra. I thought the power I felt came from Ryker, but it is not him. Ryker ducks under the beast and I finally see the source of the power behind the hydra. Alessia stands before a large cave structure, carved into the mountain. The power emanating from her makes the air stale and I can see the recruits near her struggling to breathe from the intensity.

It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room. As the tattoo unfurled, its intricate design seemed to resonate with the very essence of Freya's being, intertwining her destiny with the mysteries of the cosmos. Aiden, unable to decipher the enigmatic symbols, could only watch in awe and wonder at the magnitude of her transformation. Through the ebb and flow of her magic, Freya emerged from her cocoon reborn, her essence now suffused with newfound power and purpose. *** In the heart of the BlueMoon’s forest, Luculle, adorned in the cloak of twilight, stood poised at the precipice of transformation. Kane, a silent sentinel by her side, watched with bated breath as she surrendered hers

My copy stumbled back, rage twisting her face. The Hollow King’s eyes went cold. “You don’t understand what you’re breaking,” he said. “Good,” I hissed. “Neither did you when you tried to own me.” The cage trembled, reacting to my defiance like it was a living thing. And then—without warning— a vision slammed into me, bright and violent: A throne made of ash. My hands covered in blood. Kieran kneeling at my feet, eyes blue again, begging. My mother screaming my name.

Fen's eyes burned brighter with each passing hour, his power growing exponentially as he absorbed the alpheno's essence. Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the ritual reached its climax. With a triumphant roar, Fen unleashed a surge of power that swept through the chamber, enveloping Mary Jane and Alfred in a blinding light. Their bodies, once vibrant and full of life, withered and crumbled to dust, leaving behind only their lifeless souls.

"As she is a direct descendant of Queen Aurora, we address her as Highness." The explanation appeased Perry, so we continued with the introductions. Allandro told us there were four groups of twenty-five warriors: the archers, shapeshifters, elemental sorcerors and those with the power of foresight and illusion. All Fae have the power of foresight, illusion, and glamour. These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas.

My breath catches, a knot of fear and anticipation tightening in my throat as another footstep follows, there are others approaching but only those soft footsteps hit a chord within me. Suddenly, a scent unlike any other fills the air, rich and intoxicating. Different yet familiar. My nostrils flare, my eyes blazing molten gold, and a surge of raw, uncontained power floods through me, radiating off me in waves of fire that lick at the space around me. My people stagger back, their faces a mix of awe and fear, gasping as they pull away from the intense current of my aura. My heart thunders, like the drums of war. Mate.