Fantasy Mine Novels & Stories

She came over to visit her for a short period only, but Stavros had other plans for Hazel, maybe. I could depend on Hazel to bring Lena over. The investors arrived, and we got busy discussing the pressing issues at hand. I didn’t want to explore the mining sector as it would disrupt our peaceful lives. Mount Astral was rich in gold, uranium, and diamond mines. I had seen them while on my run, but I would never want the world here. I couldn’t rob my village of its natural resources.

It also on the highest surface, so they have the best view from the castle. I noticed some other roads heading to another direction to the forest, different path from the one we took yesterday. Carts of stones and something else that I couldn’t see clearly were moving from the rail. That area seemed busy. Then it clicked me. That’s where the mine heading. That’s right, Silver Moon also known for its mines. They had a lot. Laura and Haris once talked about their diamond mine. “You like it?” He asked me after we fell silent for a couple of minute. I was sure he didn’t talk about the mine. But the scenery.

It was like a big dream to me. I was so happy, just fantasizing about it. I still don't understand why I trusted him that much. Vin promised to buy me nice clothes and fancy shoes, compared to the rags I used to wear. Every night before we went to bed, Vin assured me that he would buy me the biggest bed, the softest mattress to exist, and a really warm blanket. Those dreams gave me hope and with that hope, I looked forward to getting out of there and living in the imaginary world we used to create for ourselves.

The greedy bastard. So I took her hand instead and helped her step into the tub with me and got us settled. I sat in the back and put her in front of me, her slippery bum resting temptingly against my suddenly reawakening cock. I told my tackle to shut the hell up, and to imagine Muriel the street vendor and her accompanying mustache if he wanted more of Brynne's divine fanny. That did the trick. Muriel was hideous, and probably not even a real woman. Maybe not even human. In fact. I'm sure Muriel is really an alien scout sent here to sell newspapers and learn the language. I still craved my Djarums. Piles of them.

Chapter 87 Germaine had been reminiscing on the vast Goblin hall. No one else in their party knew what she had seen except herself. Zar had taken her to mines that stretched to the center of the earth, vaults of hidden treasures - gems, priceless relics, coin enough to make every citizen in the environs wildly rich. There were markets for trading, stages for plays and reenactments, and underground fields of dirt for growing mushrooms and potatoes with light from shafts in the earth.

It was like the first gift he ever got for her. The speaker: Here comes the final jewelry. My eyes grew wide. It looks so….rare. Green Demantoid Garnet Sterling Silver. "Anyone bidding?." A Scottish woman: 30 million. Is she fucking kidding me?. Oh no. No way, I wanna get it but don't have enough. My husband wants to give it to his ex- miserable girlfriend. The old man: 50 million. Everyone murmured. This man is fucking crazy with jewelry. I do not think I can afford that much. I only have my husband's money.

Then the pieces began to fall into place so quickly it made my head spin. “And we have one,” I said slowly, my voice rising with realization. “No… not just one. A mine.” My eyes widened. “There’s a Geira mine near the lake. It’s in the older records—restricted files. I catalogued them last month.” Damon nodded once. “Exactly.” A strange mix of disbelief and adrenaline surged through me. “So… we use that?” “As leverage,” he confirmed. “We offer access to the mine in exchange for their help.”

He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.

"The rogues coming in are bringing supplies—raided caches from the southern border outposts. It won’t last through the winter, but it buys us time." I walked to the table, my fingers tracing the violet mist line on the map. "Time for what, Silas? To wait until we're so weak we can't lift our swords?" Silas finally looked at me, his amber eyes searching mine. The fatigue was there, hidden in the lines around his mouth, but his resolve was a wall of iron. "Time to find an alternative. If the South won't trade, we find what we need in the earth. There are ancient mines beneath the Abyss—veins of null-iron and star-silver that the Council forgot centuries ago."

“And you walked in knowing I’d use it.” She hated that he was right. “What kind of work?” she asked. Cassian’s eyes held hers, unblinking. “The kind that keeps you close.” Her stomach twisted. “You think I’m fragile,” she said. “I think,” he corrected, “that you’re mine to break.” The words settled between them like a sentence. Aria lifted her chin, fire sparking beneath the fear. “You’ll find I don’t break easily.” Cassian smiled. “We’ll see.”