First Fantasy Novels & Stories

Rhazian The hair on my arms stood upright as the tingling of magic washed over me. Taylor had asked me to stay hidden, but I couldn’t comply with her request. I rushed to the door and found her encircled by a small group of witches, the tingling of their magic growing stronger as they chanted and tightened in around her. I burst through the door, ripping it from its hinges as I lunged forward reaching for my mate. I had expected the impact of crashing into another body as I lunged forward. Instead, I stumbled into nothing, the witches having vanished into thin air with Taylor.

Veda I know today will change my life and I don't like it. Of course, I have no idea what the hell will happen to set fate in motion. Maybe I'll trip, hit my head, and forget who I am. It's the best scenario I can imagine. For months I've dreamed about today. Nothing solid and all of it confusing. Strange things - babies with long shaggy tails, an irritating gruff voice that makes no sense, and a burning heat that signals desire. Of all the stupid things, the last is the worst. The only thing I desire is peace and quiet.

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.

There was a time when I was a proud child of the Just King of the Elves and Fairies and his fair bride, The Merciful Queen Sahar, as they called my father and mother. Caught in my thoughts, I had made my way to an impressive, yet relatively modest mansion at Hastings Ranch, an affluent suburb of Pasadena, California. Mainly designed for the upper middle class and some wealthy humans, there were certain sections of it dedicated to our kind, those of us who wanted to blend in and hide in plain sight. Why Verena, with all her power and monsters, decided to live here I could not figure out, but I knew she wanted to be in the Los Angeles area as First Dragon was here. She was obsessed with him an

I walked slowly and carefully. I winced as I felt some of the glass cutting my foot but I was almost there. Just as I reached the door a bigger glass sliced my foot and I almost fell on my face but the door opened and large hands grabbed me lifting me off the floor easily bridal style . I widened my eyes as I stared at the beautiful golden eyes of my heroes. Elijah.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

“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.

I would add a hidden surprise under a hidden surprise, do you get draft? I know you wouldn't I'm too smart for you, extra smart. For those who understand you are getting closer to my intelligence.... OK enough of talks time for the plan.. Wait first, do you know the plan that am talking about? If you do, your intelligence has reached mine and mine has just increased, so you're still not intelligent like me. If you don't understand, well, start reading from the starting of this chapter all over again. OK time to meet Jenny.

It cut through the swirling chaos, and for a moment Bailey was able to breath through the panic that the wild magick induced. "Bailey, girl, you have to chill. I know you're scared. I know this is new to you. Halflings don't typically foray into the Fae realm. I know everything is crazy right now. I'm here with you. It will be fine. I promise." "Do you swear?" Bailey's voice was small, timid.

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?