Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

Five wolves were with the Alpha and Beta wolf, they all set out of their pack grounds till they reached the inner beautiful Greiner. "It's been years I was last here, but it feels like just yesterday." Conri's heart was full of retribution, he wish he could destroy all fairies. And it wasn't a hidden desire. Badulf placed his hands on Conri's shoulder, "we will rebuild," attempting to calm Conri down a bit. "It's time" Badulf commanded and the five shifted into wolves and they howled. The howl was heared by some fairies but decided to ignore as they felt safe. Peri however was worried on hearing it and she stepped out screaming for Nuala as she ran into Saria.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

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.”

"Your boy nearly destroyed himself. His power was too much for his body." "Yes," I admitted. "And we helped him through it. With techniques that combined wolf and phoenix knowledge. He's stronger now than any pure storm-wolf his age. Because difference isn't weakness—isolation is." The tour continued for months. Nova managed the northern territories while I handled the south. Leon worked the eastern packs with military precision. But the surprise was Selena, who moved through western territories like smoke, using skills learned in her witch apprenticeship to identify and neutralize Council organizers before they could establish footholds.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

Samantha exclaimed and Sia rolled her eyes watching as Samantha hurried towards the Tv, powering it on and opening her n*****x on the Tv. “Fantasy, thriller, Ya, non fiction, mystery?” Samantha asked. “Fantasy” Sia replied carrying her food and Samantha’s towards the seating room. “You haven't seen Fate, the winx saga right?” Smanatha asked, collecting her plate of food from Sia who immediately shook her head.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

“You gonna be upset if I say no?” She shook her head. “I’d be surprised if you did remember. But I’ve never forgotten it. Never. You were a Western knight in a white cowboy hat. You’ve been my fantasy man since that day all those years ago.” “AJ, that’s not me. Then or now—” “It is. Don’t spoil the memory for me by denying it. Don’t spoil this moment either. Be Cord my sexy fantasy man, not Cord the responsible rancher who thinks too much.”

“Mostly fantasy books… like romance and stuff.” “She is being modest. She has written seven books so far.” You could tell Wade was proud of her. The way he looked at her with admiration in his eyes was warming. “They are about werewolves, but in more of a fantasy setting. However, your story might make for a good plot.” Courtney looked between us. “I’ll look forward to our story being published!” Courtney’s face lit up. “Really? You would let me write about it?” I was a little confused. “Sure, why would I not let you?”