Fantasy Mc Server Novels & Stories

Cindy's POV I boarded the bus that was going to take me back home from my graduation which I had just attended all by myself. I know I should feel sad but I'm surprisingly not, because I know my mum would have loved to be there but she unfortunately couldn't make it since she had been busy preparing the house for the arrival of the Smith's which was fast approaching, I heard they were coming back in two day's time. Anyways I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Cindy Mensah, I'm eighteen and I live with my mum… if you could even call it that. What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family.

Since I was 4 years old I have been living with my brother Jace or Phoenix if you ask anybody else. Things were good when I was younger however as I grew up he became overly protective. Things only got crazier 8 years ago when he became the president of his MC the devils hell raisers. From this day forward he has only become worse. No matter what I do he will not let go of the the reigns. I have tried to understand his position on this but i can't do that any longer.

Once it’s signed, it will be posted six days a week. I know everyone is anticipating the next of my werewolf series, but at the moment, my brain needs a break from the werewolf universe. Never fear, though; Sicilian Holiday (D'Amore holiday short story), The Genius Delta (Silvercloud/Persephone), The Quiet Giant's Mate (Regina/Ivan), Beta's Innocent Mate (Alexander/Delilah), Beta's Twin Mates (Zoe/Gunnar/Henrik), and The Hybrid's Vampire (Sage/Auðr) will be written when I'm in that head space. So please bear with me. I promise these books will be written, but all good things come to those who wait and are worth the wait.

He opened his mouth to snap back, his jaw tight, but I gently leaned back against him, signaling that I had this. Talay stopped a few feet from me, his smile widening. "You're wasting your talent with these... amateurs, Pakin. The Track Dragons are a nice little club, but T-Zone? We're an empire. We play to win, and we don't play by the rules that hold you back. Why stay in a cage when you could be a king on the track?" He paused, his voice becoming a low, seductive invitation. "Join us. I can promise you a level of excitement and power that your royal handlers could never provide. It would be much more fun over here, wouldn't it?"

Get a grip, Davina. “I’ll run it from here, boys,” he says, voice smooth and smug. “Tell me what you want. I decide if I order her.” I laugh, sharp and taunting. “Oh, you fancy yourself a Master, do you?” His smirk widens. “You’ll like it. Call me Sir. I give orders. Now—” his eyes flick down, “—open those legs wider.” The chat explodes, tips flooding in like a dam broke. BigDaddy69: $50 – Hell yes!

I can feel it, Cassian is going to leave and this time I won't be able to stop him. The End It saddens me just to think that this story is over. I put so much work into it and I hope everybody reading it saw it. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed reading this book, it's my first to finish on this app. I have other works on W*****d under the same username feel free to check it out. But overall it's the third and the longest book I have so it holds a dear place in my heart. I would love to hear what you guys think about Maya and Cassian's story, and for any questions just hit me up on the comment section I will reply as soon as possible, and sorry for the finish but I wanted to end it in a cliffhang

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

Just as he was about to step back inside, a red message was blasted on the world channel for all players to see.

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

He designated second-level hearing sense enhancer, also known as Jo-chin Sirusen, as MCs which was passed on for generations of Sirusens. The MCs used a third level spell that generated combat zones which were invisible to the naked eye and were hundred percent undetected by the government’s alarms. Sins then came up with nicknames and decided to form groups. It was then that the MCs declared that only Sins belonging to groups could participate in Sin Combat to avoid the intrusion of government spies. It was obviously a risky and dangerous event to pursue, especially with the alliance being aware of it. Then again, it’s the only tradition that Sins had. It’s the only thing that reminded Sins