Giantess Story Novels & Stories

A ghost story from the twenty-one days. "What did the boy say?" Zane asked, his voice dropping into the deadly, quiet register of the Long Carrier. "He said there were forty sleeping giants," Elias whispered. "He said their throats were carved with spirals. And he said there were exactly ten thousand black teeth sitting in wooden boxes beside them." I grabbed the porch railing. The wood dug into my palms. Rifled barrels. Ten thousand rounds of ammunition. "How?" I breathed. "Does he have the deep sight? Is he reading my old memories in the grid?"

“Drugo Hawthorne. Remember it only if you must.” The name struck something familiar. She had heard it whispered among the other employees—stories about the man who owned half the companies in the city. Cold. Impossibly rich. Untouchable. And here he was, close enough that she could see the flecks of gray in his eyes. “Do you always speak this way to janitors, Sir?” she asked softly. That made him pause. “You’re braver than you look.” “I’m just tired,” she said. “People don’t scare me anymore.”

She wasn’t sure if she didn’t just take a leap from a frying pan straight into fire. ~~~ The Giant town was celebrating. Drums were dragged out and beaten and some of the women and children-giants danced with abandon, uncaring that their thudding footsteps were heavy enough to awake a volcano. She was swaddled and perched in her cradle on the high dais for everyone to gaze upon. An unusual baby, they no doubt thought of her but she couldn’t wipe the frown of displeasure from her brows. She had tried to make a run for it earlier. When they had put her down, ready to give her a bath, she’d escaped her swaddling and tried to make a run for it but just before she could reach the door, she had be

She fought to keep her voice steady, quiet, but loud enough to penetrate the barrier—each word carefully controlled, though her throat felt raw with suppressed emotion. Of course, it was just her bad luck to find a passing human maid rounded the corner. Pale skin blotched with cold, she was balancing a tray with a steaming cup of fresh blood—and gawking.The girl’s pale lips parted in surprise, eyes flicking up at the towering giantess in the guest wing. The tray of fresh blood slightly wavered in her hands as she rubbernecked at the sight of the giant in the guest wing. The sight completely made her forget Nochten’s beloved decorum and etiquette.

Just then do we hear the hurried steps of someone rushing down wooden steps and a shrill throaty voice calls out desperately, “Enough! Do not provoke the Guardian!” All sand giants freeze upon the command and I stroll out of their midst to the shrinking old woman with a wooden staff in hand. Greying frizzy hair sticking out the worn bonnet she wears atop her head, washed white night garment that conceals her small stature, and wrinkles that crease her skin, telling of the nine decades she’s lived.

“Since he is a wolf, we won't be able to attack him just like that. Lure him out to the woods tomorrow in broad daylight, and we will have to capture him. “On when they are not suspicious, we will devour them and consume them.” The woman said to the giant. “Why do you keep giving excuses?” The giant hissed loudly. “I'm not,” She answered and Pat him on his knees, since he was giant and huge, her height was exact to his upper knees. “I want to see how the girl look like, if possible to marry her.” The giant uttered. “No, the girl is damn ugly, and you won't like her.” The woman replied to the giant.

Zara breaks the silence and I sigh in relief, the tension almost killing me inside. "Well," I sigh, "I know how it came about. Your goddess was a human, and she suffered so much at the hands of humans, finally killed her boss in his home library and stumbled on a book with a spell on the last page which she unknowingly invoked and got tremendous powers." "Go on," She says with a straight face and voice, and I feel a slight anger in my heart at the command tone but continue anyway. I don't want to get on her bad side.

Hana hurried back away; when she felt the distance between her and the Giant was safe, Hana hissed, "Zeci, you said they would take us back. Is this coming back? They want to catch us." All the furniture in the room was knocked to the floor by the Giant person. Hana quickly hid in the corner of the cabinet. The Giant who couldn't find her was angry. She flipped every nook and cranny of the house, poured every bottle of water out, and couldn't find it. Hana moved closer to the door, but Zeci was trapped under the table. Its fat body can't crawl fast. Hana was so angry that she wanted to leave Zeci here and leave alone.

She had intended to barge into the giant’s place from the beginning. “But with this, we’re even, though,” Harriet said. The tall giant suddenly let out a chuckle. It was a low laugh from his perspective, but for Harriet, his small chuckle could shake the ground and cause her to plug her ears. “Fine.” The giant suddenly spoke after he was done laughing. Harriet lowered her hands from her ears, looking at the giant. “I am here for the thing everyone else was here for. For the very thing everyone coveted but unable to get.”

He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly. "Erin… You're so beautiful tonight." She must have lost her sanity as she kept remembering that day when we were chosen by different species. She was our parents' favorite, and she had every right and disposition to claim the better prospect—so why did I, the dumber and uglier sister, get it instead? Hence, she learned to curse until she killed me in her spirit form, after which she was reduced to oblivion as well. She was also reincarnated when I opened my eyes again, and she immediately made the other choice in this life.