Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Arata was also spent, breathing heavily, compared to the predators whose members consisted of only elite primes Alpha types, with Kaito a registered Japanese Luna, the wolves were mixed with omega types and an Enigma making them a weaker team, if Taiga wasn't counting himself. From the sidelines, Dante’s grin faded into something more dangerous. His voice was low, muttered like a growl only he could hear. “So that’s your plan Rei, huh? you want him to expose himself… how rude, Taiga—” His eyes burned. “I'm sorry, but i want the same.”

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He didn’t believe anything of the kind—he just liked to stimulate the boy once in a while, and Pea too, though Pea was an exceptionally hard man to stimulate, being insensitive to most fears. Pea had just sense enough to fear Comanches—that didn’t require an abundance of sense. Mexican bandits did not impress him. Newt had more imagination. He turned and looked across the river, where a big darkness was about to settle. Every now and then, about sundown, the Captain and Augustus and Pea and Deets would strap on guns and ride off into that darkness, into Mexico, to return about sunup with thirty or forty horses or perhaps a hundred skinny cattle. It was the

Hence, Caspian was also mentally prepared for it. However, there was an endless desert in front of him, and the scorching sun shined in the sky. Soon, Caspian felt his body warming up as the hot wind blew on him. Was he not on the mountainside? Why was there desert and sunlight? Caspian started to frown, and he had a bad feeling about it. Since something was out of the ordinary, there must be an unpleasant reason behind it. After some time, Caspian slowly uttered two words, "Fantasy array…"

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

Anna asks as she holds on to Caspian's arm. "Of course I do! Among all other creatures there is." Caspian replies as they both cross the street, pass the willow then to the trail. It is a clear night with all the stars shining brilliantly in the night skies. It really gives the impression of an enchanted evening...or is it just because of how these two beings are projecting their emotions? "Which creatures exist among the fairy tales Jo and I have read? Are Vampires, Werewolves, Dwarfs, Hobbits living amongst us? Wait, is Gandalf for real?"

"The Founders think they can break the board because they’re losing the game! They think three thousand miles of jungle is enough to keep us away!" He pointed a finger toward the western horizon, where the sky was just beginning to lighten with the false dawn. "They forgot who they're dealing with!" Dax roared. "We don't need drop-ships! We are the Iron Wolves! We are the Revers! We don't fly over the road we own it!" Jax slammed his gear-axe against the asphalt, a feral grin returning to his scarred face. "Blood on the asphalt!"