Fantasy High Ao3 Novels & Stories

The disk flies away piercing the bodies of four of them that they become unconscious. Aoi is crawling to Alfi’s body and starts doing something that I can’t write down here if I want this story to be public consumption. Dang, it. I can’t make the story longer than it should be. Well, just enjoy the censorship and imagine it with your own fetish already. ********************************************************************************* **********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

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She jumps on her bed after her hair is dry and reads some fantasy books about a king who will go to any length to ensure the protection of his kingdom and his queen. ‘How lovely and pitiful...the author must love this king so much that she or he gives him all the characteristics that a woman would seek and provides him with a good life, yet the author is so bitter that he or she creates a queen for him who does not look to him in the same way that the king looks at the queen, whom he truly loves and adores.' Valerie sighs as she places a bookmark on the book's pages that she’s currently reading, then places the novel on her bedside table before turning off her lamp and getting ready to sleep

Cassandra's frantic heart thumped against her ribcage. She bucked and kicked her feet, but the monster's arms held her down like an octopus's. Then it twirled her body around. Cassandra finally came face to face with her captor. She saw through the clear water, a beautiful red-haired maiden wearing light, sheer robes as though made of mist. Her sleek icy pale body clung to the mortal girl while her green eyes blazed like two balls of glowing jade. Her melodious voice seemed to vibrate from the very molecule of the water.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“You’re dripping, Ayami. Soaking for me while you watch them fuck.” Lyra trembled, hips rocking subtly against his hand despite herself. The name Ayami on his lips felt like a claim deeper than anything physical. At one point, Lady Isolde passed nearby, clinging to two male companions, her violet eyes filled with bitter jealousy as she watched Kaelith worship Lyra with his touch. As the ceremony reached its peak, the magic in the hall thickened. Cries of release echoed from every corner. The air itself seemed to shimmer with released power.

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

I feel her becoming stronger, and suddenly she takes a ragged breath again, her chest rising and falling, her heart beating a steady if not a little quiet rhythm. I lock onto her magic which has come to life again as well and combine it with mine, biting my hand and hers, mixing our blood and combining us magically. I do whatever is necessary to keep her here with me and the High Council be damned. Athena is surely going to yell at me because all of what I have done is irreversible and has only made us that much closer, but she is my soulmate, my forever home and I refuse to look in the mirror and not have done anything to fight for her.

Reality was bending. "Give your blood to seal the doorway," Serena commanded. I pulled out the silver knife she had given me and cut my palm. Blood dripped onto the silver circle and where it landed, the ground seemed to dissolve. I could see through it into somewhere else. Somewhere bright and terrible and beautiful all at once. "They are coming," Aurora whispered, her voice filled with awe. "The old ones are answering." A figure stepped through the doorway. Then another. Then a third. They were huge, easily eight feet tall, with features that were almost human but not quite. Their eyes glowed with inner fire and their presence made the air itself feel heavy with power.

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.