Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Then we need to hurry, I don't want to think anything has happened to Emily. May's voice was shaky and her heart filled with guilt. They turned to head back when the sound they had heard initially came louder suddenly, they reflexed a turn at the direction of the sound and had not gotten enough time to settle on it when a huge bird flew across them, pushing them to the ground. It went straight for Glenn, trailing it's thick claws against Glenn's body, ripping part of his shirt, he began struggling with the bird unable to get a full view of the creature above him, summer and May had tried crawling up to his aid but they had been hit the most when it flew across them, and for some strange rea

Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing. Body made of muscles and scales, his firm limbs stood firm and proud amid the cataclysmic chaos of the arena. Fangs that could bend the steels forged by ores, Damon the Prideful opened his razor teeth filled mouth for a gut-wrenching roar that shook every pillar of Rancid City. Ruby eyes paired with crimson scales, the Halfling prince’s glassy glares wrecked havoc upon every corner of those he deemed unworthy – for what was worth it for him had long been detached from his clutches. After all, what was dead would never come back, at least for the immortal Halflings. For the weapons f

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

The hallway was dimly lit, the shadows long and deep. She started toward the end of the hall, but a door opened halfway down. Caleb stepped out. Lena froze. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. Caleb stopped too. He didn't look surprised to see her. He just stood there, his large frame filling the narrow hallway. In the low light, his tattoos looked like shadows moving across his skin. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on hers. He didn't look away this time.

The world broke open. Stone, ash, and fragments of the throne scattered through the air as the palace collapsed beneath us. A roar unlike anything I had ever heard tore across the realm deep, endless, filled with hunger that felt older than creation itself. The Hollow was rising. Its body unfolded from beneath the earth like living night, stretching higher and higher until it pierced the fractured sky. Shadows poured from it in waves, swallowing light wherever they touched. I couldn’t even see its full shape.

“But I can’t believe the other men, the other guys… There have been so many rubbish men, so many bad ass guys targeting you, aiming at you, wanting to snatch you away from my side. I’ll definitely never let that happen, Hanny Darling. I’ll surely never let them succeed in snatching you away from my side.” Hades had landed his intoxicating and deadly licking, squashing and sucking on his gentle beautiful queen’s lips. His licking, squashing and sucking instantly went down to his Hanny Darling’s neck and nay collarbones. He sipped and gently sucked them, creating his gritty as well as evocative ownership signs on his Hanny Darling’s neck and collarbones. “Bro… Brother Hades… Aarrhh…” Hanny rea

A mist-walker born of whispers and midnight mist, belonging nowhere, belonging to no one. The Hollow was the only world I had ever known. A sprawling fortress of black stone and mist-clung corridors deep within a forest older than the oldest gods. To its warriors and noble-born candidates, the Hollow was holy ground. To its servants — those of low birth, half-breeds, mist-born or cursed — it was a prison. To me, it was both.

For some reason, this scared Kat more than the solid rocks, which were no longer being thrown. Their path was curving downwards now. Kat could see the rolling hills, the concentration of the blue mist, and the valley in which the souls of the Hallows floated aimlessly. Dominating the dark landscape was a large crater with spires around it. Its center was the purification of darkness, a stretch of black so thick and so opaque that it was pulling in the fog overhead and casting it behind a shadow. Sygnus. The void.

A thread of gold light shimmered in the air, faint and trembling, leading into the darkness. Hope. John stood, barely able to breathe. “She’s not dead,” he whispered. The spiral flared once in agreement. Whatever he had broken whatever law he’d shattered it left behind a path. And it was calling him without hesitation, he stepped into the dark. The world twisted, flipped. And when his feet landed again, he stood in a place he never thought he’d return to. The Hollow’s origin. The first altar, the forgotten womb of the Spiral. And in the center…A small pool of blood-red water floating in it