Fantasy Traveler Novels & Stories

If he'd loved her, everything would have been different. Jasmine kept telling herself this, day after day, week after week. She worked hard at her job, avoided meeting Favour in person, held endless one-sided conversations with her goldfish who listened sympathetically to her emotional outpourings and her best attempts at logical reasoning. In this regard, Rhett and Scarlet were her perfect companions. She told herself she was managing okay...until the parcel came. It was a box—a box sent from London—and the sender's name was Collins Templeton.

Gathering my courage, I explained my purpose, recounting the words of the powerful witch and my unwavering determination to complete the tasks that awaited me. The man nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. "Very well, young traveler. I am Zephyrus, guardian of these woods. The tasks you seek lie beyond this point, but be warned, they are not for the faint of heart. Only the bravest souls have dared to face them." His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I stood tall, ready to prove myself. Zephyrus extended his hand, revealing an ancient map that glowed with an ethereal light. Symbols and markings adorned its surface, depicting the trials that awaited me.

Crystal! The werewolf king took off and ran. At the border post, he stopped. A lone traveler wandered along the wide road. He was in no hurry, the step was measured, clear. And very calm. And with every step, a barely perceptible shiver ran across the ground. A wall of hot air touched Yarsi's skin, instantly pushing the familiar world beyond unknown limits. He clenched his fists, a hot wind hit his face, threw dust over the road, which almost hid the walking traveler.

he secures his satchel securely across his shoulders as he takes one of my babies from his mother, shifting his appearance just enough to match the expressions and attire of the rest of the royal caregivers. As we begin our slow descent to the surface, I am again astounded by the beauty of the universe. Just one short year ago, I believed that Luxandra was the center of everything--My world was so small when I was simply Milicent Walker. Her mind was too provincial to comprehend how insignificant we are when faced with the eternal sky of the heavens. Once the gate is open fully, travel will be nearly instantaneous between the two realms. But for this first time, we must travel as the first o

My backpack has everything I need; a fake ID and passport, enough money for a plane ticket, some clothes, and wigs in case I need to disguise myself. If I tell the taxi driver to take me to my apartment instead of the location I gave him, I’ll be there in only twenty minutes. Rhys lives much farther from the company than I do. By the time he notices I didn’t go to his house, my flight will have already taken off—it should be easy to get one that leaves within a half hour if I don’t care where it takes me. I just want to be away from Rhys and whatever repercussions I will face when he discovers who I really am.

“I mean it. There’s something dangerous about that Dante guy. I can feel it. Like he’s not who he says he is, high schooler by day, killer by night.” Taiga rolled his eyes. “Oh please. He’s just a regular kid, like you and me.” Tatsuya sighed, grabbed a fruit, rinsed it, and took a bite before heading back toward the living room. “If you say so,” he muttered over his shoulder.

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

"The window is closing, folks. If you don't leave now, you're stuck in the suburbs forever." "Time to go," Modern Vespera announced, standing up. The group gathered on the lawn. Altair activated the device. The violet rifts began to tear open, one by one. Rift 1: The Ashlands. Fantasy Vespera and the Shadow Knight stepped forward. "Farewell, Architect," Fantasy Vespera said. "May your enemies crumble." "And yours burn," Modern Vespera replied. They stepped through. A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone.

The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for. "You are a dual soul," he said. "Two consciousnesses, one vessel. The lunar magic belongs to Lumira's bloodline. The necromancy..." He tilted his head, his white ponytail sliding over his shoulder. "The necromancy is yours. The foreign soul. A Dimension Traveler." My breath caught. The word "Traveler" hung in the air like smoke, and I felt something cold uncoil in my stomach. He didn't know I was from another world, from a life of playlists and novels and a death I couldn't remember clearly. But he knew enough. He knew I was other.

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"