Fantasy Mechanic Novels & Stories

We could stay the night here. “Thank you. We would love to stay the night if that wouldn’t be much of a problem.” Lyra looked more excited than I was. I could have taken her away with me, but I needed to talk to her. While my duty towards my pack prodded me to hand her over to her uncle, my heart defied my conscience. I knew the threat of war was looming over our heads, but couldn’t Zephyrus tackle Felixe? He was indomitable and a blessed wolf, after all! Years ago, the Moon Goddess had blessed him with powers we could never possess. Zephyrus’s bite and the touch of his claws caused instant death! Armed with such powers, did he really need to worry about Felixe Andreadis?

Almost an hour of her stuttering, muttering and examining my palm, my hopes heightening and crashing with her every facial expression, to no avail. "There's really nothing you can do?" Madam oak's eyes flashed, "it's not like your feelings for him help the situation wolf." O glared at her, "excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow, "Your feelings for him. You want to be with him, you want to be in his pack, it makes the spell stronger." I snarled loudly, and my fists balled at my sides. "There are no feelings." She smirked and I worked to suppress a growl.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

David said, and Kevin nodded. "The game's core mechanics are around artisan skills. It's almost a decree that everyone needs a crafting-based skill. Even mages need it to make better golems, and warriors will be at a disadvantage." David nodded and rested his chin on his only arm. "I found a curious thing while looking at the menu, the "paths," do you know what are those?" "Yeah, a Russian guy posted about it a couple of hours ago in the main forum. He said that paths are like the direction were everyone develop, there are pretty basic ones like mecha piloting and elemental magic, but he said that there are paths that give you power beyond comprehension."

Victor asked. "No, no, boss, you can keep me under control! Let me think of a way." The Furnace sounded very anxious. It didn't want to die. Victor waited patiently. He genuinely didn't have a good way to keep the Furnace under control. The Furnace's abilities were simply incredible. It could easily create an army of mechanical creatures, and with enough energy, even an army of beast mechs. If Victor couldn't effectively control such a powerful being, then he'd just have to smash the Furnace to bits and feed it to Windfall.

Chapter 26:Push two fingers into your cunt. Lucy turned to Michael. "Has my Master cum yet?" she asked in a plaintive voice. Michael shook his head. "Does he want to?" Rapid nodding. Lucy reached around to the back of the chair and turned something. The machine went from a slow, steady stroke to frantic pumping in no time at all. Lucy sat down on the bench between Michael's legs and watched as the machine pushed him rapidly over the edge into climax. His jism squirted over the inside of the tube, adding to the lubrication, but once he had cum the vacuum in the tube kept him hard and the machine kept stoking him until another orgasm ripped through his body. A minute or so later, Michael felt

Calling out each character, I scrolled through until I found one that I liked. “Hobbit, Demon Slayer, Hunter, Angel, Elf, Fairy…” I stopped listing them as I froze on the fairy. Clicking the fairy, I smiled as I was transformed into a fairy. A mirror appeared in front of me, so I could see what I looked like. My hair was long and platinum blonde. My eyes were silver, with silver gems under my eyes and along my cheekbones. With a pair of beautiful silver wings on my back. I was about two inches shorter in the game than I was in real life, standing five foot nothing.

Agnes Pov The magic spell I had casted was too overwhelming as I was weak already, all they guards presently were under my spelI apart from one, the king guards who had golden breasted plates, he lunged forward with deadly speed as I turned around I saw him just centimeters away from me. With resounding defiance I looked towards him with domineering look "de via mea!!!” I casted a casted which created a violent wave of telekinesis, ripping and tearing apart everything towards his part, but surprisingly to me, he just stood there unaffected by my magic, doubtfull thoughts became to fillfill my mind, why is he so strong and unmoved by my spells? What kind of beast is he? In that moment I hesit

Through the haze of unconsciousness, a faint hum persisted—a rhythmic, mechanical pulse that cut through the silence. Blooby’s crystalline eyes glowed brighter, and his small, copper fingers adjusted knobs and levers with practiced precision. Steam hissed softly as his gears whirred into overdrive. “Adjusting energy output,” Blooby muttered in his monotone voice, his core crystal pulsating faintly with light. “Redirecting power to maintain movement.” The mechanical knight’s actions were deliberate, every motion calculated to keep the carriage moving. Despite the weight of his master slumped beside him, he worked tirelessly, siphoning just enough energy from his core to compensate for Lydia’s

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.