Fantasy Night Novels & Stories

“Yeah. There are ways for vampires to get around during daylight hours, and I kind of have a magical way of making the sunlight not hurt Lucas.” “Oh, uh. Wow.” Silence falls between us for a few seconds. I pull the band from my ponytail. “So, when’s a good time to come over? Phil and I both have the night and then tomorrow off.” “Once the sun goes down. Is that too late for Penny?” “Lord no,” she says with a laugh. “That kid hasn’t been sleeping very well lately. It’s a Wonder Week.” “What’s that?” “A growth spurt that messes with her sleep cycle, her happiness, and basically my sanity. She might be up. She might not be.”

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

He decided to take a walk to see Sophie, that way he won’t have to drink. Lance got off the bed and walked to the door that connected the house to his chamber, he hasn’t been there in a long time. “I should go back and sleep,” He tried to stop himself but, in the end, he opened the door and closed it behind him. He took a short walk and came to the living room, of course, she would be asleep. It was way past ten pm already. He wanted to leave but the door to one of the rooms opened and she stood there in surprise, she was wearing a rather revealing nightie and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

" I would like to welcome everyone here from the crystal moon, red moon, blood crest, and twilight moon pack to the annual mating ball. We are happy to have you all here in the hopes of you finding your true mates and we wish you all the best tonight. We have a lot of entertainment in waiting for you all to enjoy ranging from the theater group, the archery troup, and the music group. Firstly, we will be starting with some musical entertainment before we go into any mate pairings. She will be performing a few times over the evening tonight and some of you may already know her from her performances at her pack. Please welcome Fantasia from the Blood Crest pack. There's a good amount of applaus

“You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.” Midnight rankles at this, her eyes flying wide, and Jesse’s wolf turns in an eager circle. Because honestly he does think that they exist, he just wants to know more. A great deal more. This week Midnight has staunchly refused to take him to spy on the Atalaxians, but she has accidentally dropped some information about a dark palace on the other side of the world that she calls the Fancy House. And a Prince who lives there. And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else.

They looked excited, more excited than I’d expected, and I heard one of them mention something about a festival. “What are they talking about?” I asked, nudging Marcus with my elbow and nodding toward the warriors. “Something about a festival?” “Oh, they’re talking about the Darkmoon Festival,” Marcus replied. I furrowed my brow. I hadn’t heard of that festival before. “It’s a festival exclusive to Nightshade,” Noah explained. “It happens once a year on the first new moon after the spring solstice.” “It’s called the Darkmoon Festival because of how dark it gets that night,” Emma added.

The day began with drums. The beats echoed loudly through Nightfang like a second heartbeat, deep and steady impossible to ignore. The pack stood awake under the banners of silver and black, from the highest towers to the lowest servants quarters, fabric moved with the breeze as if the territory was breathing in anticipation. Festival day. The Full Moon Celebration. Elara stood at the front of the courtyard, hands together in front of her, watching as the pack changed the stone grounds into something beautiful. Lanterns were placed between pillars. Long tables filled with food she would never taste lined up.

“Odessa, what are you suggesting?” “Look, I can’t say it without proof, but I’m sure Sienna and Storm’s mother is a witch.” “Impossible. I’d know if my friends were hybrids.” “It’s possible for the magic not to have been passed down to them by their ancestors. We need to find out what spell they're doing that night. I think Sienna might be in real danger.” “When’s the festival?” I asked. “In a few days. The harvest’s approaching.” “Damn it, it might fall on the night of a football game. Daciana’s going to be filled with civilians and wolves from across state lines.”

I looked at her. "No I came to tell you the Elders said it's fine to wait till Lana gets here for the Gala, so she doesn't miss it. However she will be coming home tomorrow instead. She was able to get away from work, she was ecstatic to know that you've found your mate." My mom said as she smiled. "So when are we doing the Gala now?" I groaned. Don't tell me it's going to be in two days. "It will be Saturday night, so three days." She said softly, knowing that it's going to irritate me.

The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where imaginations soared, and where the echoes of stories past and future mingled in a tapestry of love and wonder. Amidst the beauty and magic of the dream realm, Mama Hazel knew that she was on the threshold of new adventures, new tales, and new possibilities waiting to be explored. The night was a canvas where dreams painted their own masterpieces, where hearts spoke in whispers, and where the promise of storytelling wove its enchanting spell.