Fantasy Things Novels & Stories

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 50: Gone and Dead Third Person’s POV The group of people looked up at the seven people walking around them who seemed to be checking their conditions. They speak the same language as them, but they don’t understand what they were talking about. What is this about devils conquering the world? What is this about dragons, fairies and phoenixes? Weren’t they all part of a dreamy fantasy? As if that wasn’t enough, they also talked about werewolves and mermaids. They couldn’t help but think that these group of people, who call themselves ‘immortals’, are shooting a fantasy movie with almost realistic special effects.

"This.. this is insane, mother. In fact y'all are insane. Witches? Power in my blood? What bullshit thing is that! That's the kind of thing people make up in stories for children and I know that I'm a full grown adult so what's all this nonsense, Mother?" Florence chuckled softly. It sounded cold and amused. "Looks like you've snapped out of whatever that peasant did to you. I like that. Well, as for your question, darling, stories come from truth. Origins, love. Humans only call it fantasy because they are too weak and stupid to comprehend it."

"Your grandmother said the same thing." I groan. She ignores me. "The women in our family occasionally dream of things before they happen." I blink. Once. Twice. "That's impossible." She looks me dead in the eye. "We live in a world with shape shifting beasts, winged, fanged monsters and magic users. We left the realm of possibilities ages ago." Fair point. I hate when she does that. She notices my expression and almost smiles again. Almost. Then her face grows serious. "Most of the dreams mean nothing."

But today he was here reading Infernal Devices with me, although he was getting upset every minute because of the fantasy content of the book. “Ugh, wizards and vampires? That doesn’t even exist, this book must be for children, that’s all,” he said, which made me laugh at his reaction. "What'll I do? I have this fantasy spirit inside me,” I respond. He snorted and commented, “Women,” but it wasn't like he wasn't having fun too.

Fashion Blast, backyard area “You’re f**cking crazy, Jo!!” Vika snapped out at her partner who is busy strokes his hair desperately now. “Vika!!! What do you expect me to do at her??!! Huh!!!” He shouted back at her. “She’s my best friend!! And I can’t sell her off because of some advantages!! Even though it was Robert who summons it!!” “You know how this world works, Jo. Love, friendship, loyalty… those kinds of shits are never existing in this business. They only care about how to be better and get more from others. Okay? So, clear out your mind and beg her to follow your wish…”

It was too thick and long. I started having imaginations of him screwing me and stretching my pussy. Also him going all in and making me feel his dick in my stomach. My panties got wet as I imagined. I bit my lip and held my boobs, and the thoughts ran out of my head when I remembered he was my mom’s husband and is supposed to be my stepfather. I didn’t mean to see that, will he tell my mom? Everything is feeling awkward, I wished I didn’t hear that sound.

There are noises and sights everywhere. Stalls and tents line what seems to be some kind of underground tunnel, candlelight glinting off the brass and silver merchandise. Fire sparks between magic wands and their brandished spells, the strange sounds of incantations and foreign tongues breaking the peaceful quiet. People from all worlds and all races bustle about. Fairies and elves, giants and halflings, everything from the most fantastical stories to the most absurd myths. Smoke from the marketplace rises into the air, choking the air. The marketplace is larger than any I've ever seen. I went to a magical one once, when I was a kid, but that was nothing compared to this.

“How sure are you if you haven't been there?” “You're right, I'm not quite sure but I’ve read a lot about it.” A big fat and humongous lie. “What have you read about this place?” His hands worked on his jaw, he gazed all over me. “I learnt there are a lot of mythical creatures, the type you know of; werewolves, warlocks, witches, vampires and many more. That's where magic rules, they believe anything and everything is possible. It is possible to live forever, so they said.”

As Theo and Axel delved deeper into the dream realm, they found themselves surrounded by an array of wonders that defied the limits of imagination. Enchanted forests bathed in moonlight, sparkling rivers that whispered ancient secrets, and skies alive with shimmering constellations painted a tapestry of magic and mystery.

Even if this is all I can offer, I hope it brings them peace. I push my magic forward, imagining a small blue fire consuming the poison cursing these poor animals, breaking them free of their bodies they're trapped in. They are nothing more than zombies trapped where they lay. They had been doomed to stay inside decaying shells and never be free, and I refuse to let that happen.