Flights Of Fantasy Novels & Stories

I can hear the growls of wolves, but as soon as the bright sunlight hits my eyes, I spread my wings. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of Finn's airlines, I am pleased to welcome you aboard flight number one with the service to get-the-hell-out-of-here." "Wow..." Maya's saucer eyes are roaming the meadow below us. Every flower is the size of a human streetlight, and some petals are glowing in unique colors. "So pretty!" Smiling, I gain altitude and race forward with tremendous speed. My limbs are growing larger, allowing me to head for the rainforest without worrying about the predators lurking inside.

But at this time, the scene in front of them broke their courage. At the moment, they didn't dare to say a word. They turned into two beams of red light and shot directly to the sky, instantly flying more than 100,000 miles away. Behind Caspian, the blood-red wings spread out. Hot blood seemed to flow like a lava river. The Flame Demon Flame was roaring inside every wing. The two fleeing great demons suddenly felt as if their backs were being roasted. The void around them even twisted, as if it was about to melt and collapse.

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

In the end, Simon came back empty-handed. The Hoffman family might be loaded and influential, but they could not get an airline to round up passengers from a landed flight and fly them back. Back in his office, Simon flopped down and pulled up our old chat history, scrolling through every message with meticulous care. There were the days he would laugh at Nicole's quirky antics, and the sunsets I would snap from our living room's panoramic windows. He scrolled, lost in the memories, a smile creeping onto his face.

Why didn’t I just pretend to be dead when he brought it up? I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for an alternate dimension to appear. Something with magical wardrobes and time travel, where I could rewind and delete this entire scene. Of course — This is not a fantasy world! Not a world that only exists in novels and drama! No such luck. So, I sat there, silent, burning with embarrassment, until my thoughts collapsed into one desperate wish: Please, let this moment end soon. Please.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

He does know we are separate people, right? South? There's a desert in that direction that Flame loves to fly over... I wonder. Flame seems more than happy with the idea. I guess I haven't let her out in while with all the craziness with school and the dark magic stuff. It's not fair to her to be locked away.

25000 years ago... The little girl's eyes fluttered open from her deep slumber. Something had stirred her awake --- a strange warmth resonating inside of her, summoning her. The child of 2 years left her bed and in small tapping steps walked bare-footed in her long white robe across glistening marble-like floors to the large open terrace of her chamber where she could see the dark horizon waiting to burst into a dawn of light that would soon disperse the darkness around her. She stood in the middle of the terrace, overlooking as usual the dazzling splendor of the great city that welcomed her with a touch of the breeze fresh from the seas, her pure white hair swaying daintily with it. Reflect