Fantasy Oc Novels & Stories

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

Over time, these sarcomas would turn into fiendish demons. But now, they were still meat balls that could not even be regarded as embryo. Caspian ignored them and spread his divine sense around. He was surrounded by a thin mist. The mist was extremely thin. If the cultivator didn't probe by himself, he wouldn't have discovered it. This was a fantasy array that was set up by Caspian.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

When he unlocks my cell and strides in, his shadow drops down on me as his average figure stands in my front, yet I refuse to look at him. I try as much as I can to avoid eye contact because either his countenance disgusts me or my face will suffer the fate if he lands a deafening strike across it. “I still would like to know if you loved the little session, though,” Owen mutters as he crouches in front of me. He is psychic; has this rare ability to get into your head and project scenarios. It is one feature that makes him different, and exceptionally cruel. I murmur behind my teeth, “You have broken me enough. Have you not had your fill?”

He drew the last word, hinting at her, exciting her, and bringing her into his imagination. He finished his words, “… So fucking Enchanting!” “Mex…” Karina called out his name silently, her eyes closing as she rested her back on the couch, the phone placed on chest, and she could see the wild image he had imagined. Her body trembled, and her lips gasped in shock. He didn't stop, he continued and she didn't stop him. “Your legs spread wide, and chained up on the other part of the bed post. Your body red with the marks I had laid myself, and…Fuck!” He cursed, his eyes bloodshot as he gasped with lust.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

Leo stated not minding the smile Taynor let out. "What is that?"Taynor asked dropping the glass wine and taking his hands to his back. "I was able to catch an arc demon. You should see him" They walked through the longest corridor in the building and finally, they arrived at their destination. There was a sign at the door that spelled out *ESPARONGE*, a spell used by high class wizards of which Leo was part. They were called the drange wizards and they possessed extraordinary powers. They could see the near future, they could make people confess and put humans and divine creatures to hibernate. All, added to their normal chanting powers. They were indeed special but they didn't surpass the p

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Marcel watched them with some pity, but he was the one who decided to answer the question properly. “It's called Onyx magic,” Marcel said and we all turned our attention to him. “It is a magic that is practiced in places where the veil of energy is broken and transports to dimensions where there are completely dangerous creatures. Creatures we don't know about because the gods vetoed from our land because they were a completely unhealthy plague.” The matriarch nodded and the sorcerer watched in disbelief.

Away from my adoptive father and my abusive and cruel sister. My mistake was I believed in too many fairytales and let Alec shatter my dreams into pieces. I shoved his hand away from me and his eyes widened, baffled at the defiance he never thought I was capable of, “Yes! Maybe I am an Omega! A slave! But I’d rather be married to a cruel Alpha, or any wild beast out there just to get away from this place! Just to get away from you!”