First Fantasy Novels & Stories

“She signs a contract, a magically binding contract – assuming her own magic will bypass her natural immunity. Consider it a treaty. We help her back to her mate; they leave us alone or face the magical backlash.” “Fine. If that’s what you need to get me back to Rhazian and leave us alone.” I replied. As if he had prepared for this exact scenario, Fredrick pulled out a scroll. I wasn’t sure if he had tucked it away in his sleeve or if he had plucked it from thin air as he laid it on the table before us. The writing was unusual. A language I had never seen sprawled across the paper as English glowed across it. The writing seemed fairly standard for a magical contract, though I had never seen

Andrew said as he moved to reclaim her lips. Lana closes her eyes because of the warmth of Andrew's kiss on her. But that was only for a moment because her eyes widened rapidly when she felt Andrew's finger slowly enter her entrance A loud growl was trapped between their lips as the young man began to thrust his finger into her slit. Little did she know that her need was so great because, after all, this man was the first and last to claim her. "Do you like it, sweetheart?" asked Andrew as he released her lips.

Prologue. The following in an exert from ‘The Book of Faynon and Other Histories’. Property of the University of Kothmar. Faynon. This is what our planet is called. It is named after the God that we believe created it. Faynon. He is also the leader of the Gods and Goddesses who, together, created every living thing as well as the weather, oceans, the sun, the moon, animals, plants and many others. Their most interesting creations were named Man and Woman. The following is what we believe happened in the pasts so that we may be here today. It began before the creation of our world.

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.