Fantasy High Ao3 Novels & Stories

“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.

Rin’s back arched off the mattress, panic clawing through him. “ get off, get away —” “Shut up” Izumi rose from her chair and came closer, heels clicking against the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing damp strands of hair from Rin’s face. Her touch was soft, almost tender. “You’ll live,” she whispered. “You’re ours now. Your body was made for this.” The command burned through Rin’s veins, and his body loosened against his will. He felt the blunt pressure pushing in, stretching him open in a way that sent pain lancing through his core. He cried out, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles whitened.

Caspian rested at my feet, his silver-blond head pillowed on my thigh, fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. The night’s passions replayed in vivid flashes— their mouths and hands everywhere, the way they had filled me so completely, the strange hum of ancient magic that had amplified every touch until I was lost in ecstasy. My body ached sweetly, marked with faint bruises and bites that served as claims. Yet instead of shame, a deep, budding warmth filled my chest. This was no ordinary arrangement. The veil between worlds called to something deep within me, awakening gifts I had only glimpsed in my herbal work.

Blythe said. Airoh knew Zenus. He met him at one conference, a royal warrior from the west territory of Muhler. “What a beautiful creature.” He said, barely audible. It seemed his whisper reached her ears. The High Princess looked in his direction. She smiled and winked at him before she went back her attention to her opponent. “Whoa!” Airoh suddenly felt a tug inside his chest. Maybe the High Princess cast some spell on him. Her scarlet eyes looked in his direction again, and her smile widened. Airoh smiled back and lightly arched his head…

“Because the bitchy father of the equally bitchy Toris mentioned that Blantay would be returning since her magic would be able to access my mind past the blocks put in place by our family’s magic. Blantay is the High Witch of the Girolamo Coven. It’s not a coincidence that the High Witch would be dealing with Dark Fae. They must have a mutual agreement in place even though I couldn’t fathom what they could offer her to make it worth an allegiance with the ugly ass Dark Fae fucktards.” I could not even help the chuckle that escaped me with her lovely descriptions. She really was perfect for me. She also definitely did not speak like the other Fae that I had met. Hell, she used contractions an

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.

, he whines. I cannot help the look of disgust that settles on my face at Bastard’s schoolgirl imitation. Succubus is cackling loudly behind me. I take it back, there’s nothing queen-like about her. They’re both very horrible people. The Aronohai blood must be full of beauty and madness. A pity that one can’t have it all, beauty in place of sanity. Bastard drops his arms and straightens to his full height, the light air fades. Are they going to clash again?. “Get us coffee Sorahiko, my usual for me and the same for Misa”.

Chapter 11: Dreamscape Lucy gasped. "Oh wow." "Yeah. Stand up and bend over the bed," he told her and she leapt to her feet to obey. He lifted her skirt, pushed her legs wider apart to give him a better angle, and slid into her soaking wet pussy. "Ohhh," Lucy moaned, "that's what I need, Master. Fuck me 'til I can't walk."

Pain exploded from my scalp as a brutal force yanked me backward by my hair. A scream tore from my throat as I writhed in agony. Bright flames, ravenous eyes—these men were more terrifying than will-o'-the-wisps haunting a graveyard. "Don't waste my time! Kill her already!" Their savage laughter reverberated through the poisonous woods. The leader released his grip on my hair. The blade's gleaming edge caught the light, reflecting the misery etched across my filthy face. A flash of steel, a piercing pain in my chest—I couldn't bear it. I was going to die. The promises I made would remain unfulfilled.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.