Mature Giantess Novels & Stories

Atarah got home into the large estate of her father's home, she went straight to her room and rested on the bed with a sigh. She fingered her golden necklace which ended with a small silver pearl suspended in between her cleavage, it was an odd feeling but, anytime that pearl touched her chest. Her body tingles for a moment, it was something that she had grown used too. She stood up with a jerk and walked over to the mirror, she was going to be nineteen soon and she unquestionably wanted to explore the human world.

As soon as Maia entered, Gisselle pushed Broderick aside. "Why are you like a furnace? It's so hot!" Broderick glanced at her and said, "Nonsense, it's such a hot day, aren't you feeling hot?" Indeed she’s not very hot, when he feels her, it was soft and cool, like a meat jelly. Gisselle picked up the flyer from the chair and waved her little hand back and forth, saying, "This mistress must be in her forties, and Nathan is in his fifties. Can she really get pregnant?"

Each strand of her dark magic was being sucked into the floorboards, feeding the Elder Mother who stood where the throne used to be. The Mountain Woman was no longer just a woman. She had become the anchor point of a massive, glowing nervous system that stretched into every corner of the palace. Her skin was the color of quartz, and her eyes were a deep, tectonic grey. She looked at us, and I felt a wave of "Biotic Recognition" so powerful it nearly knocked me off my feet. The Great Mother let out one final, shriveling shriek before she vanished entirely, consumed by the structure she had intended to rule. The Elder Mother turned her gaze to the triplets, her hand extending in a gesture that

Zuri turned her back on the howling, newly forged monster, walking slowly back down the aisle of terrified, cowering men. Her mind drifted back to the massive, scarred woman sleeping in her bed hundreds of feet above. Mwajuma. The Earth-Breaker. Zuri let out another quiet, mocking laugh. Mwajuma was the greatest gift the Door could have ever given the Matriarch. The Vanguard was skilled, yes, but their magic was genuine, uncorrupted, and therefore easily exhausted. Maintaining the illusion of the "Sacrifice of Purity" required careful management. But Mwajuma? She possessed the raw, endless power of a tectonic plate, and the emotional intelligence of a wounded dog.

The sound the water rushing down the mountain around us laced the atmosphere, covering up the sound of my sandals tip tapping on the limestone floors. My chambers lay all the way on the other side of the castle. The halls were covered in ancient architecture, collections, momentos of our past as the children of Hecate. One of the works of art was of a giant woman - a goddess- , over twenty feet tall cradling dozens of children in her arms. The beautiful woman was a depiction of the ancient and powerful daughter of Perses and Asteria. Another painting hung on the opposite wall. It was wonderful, displaying the theory that witches were born of the earth and not of any diety. The landscape was

Her black Pocahontas hair and her mocha brown skin look real and flawless. Mark became entranced by the sexy CGI dancing queen. Even the sweat on her skin looked authentic. The high-octane fire did not affect the simulated young woman’s body. She moved and grooved with her hands on her shapely hips. The fire kissed her gyrating hips and her slender tattooed waistline. It kissed her denim miniskirt and her strapless red leather halter top.

75) POWER LEVEL: 810,000,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Body Wielder SPECIALTY: Strength; Stamina; Durability GLOWS: Strength Boost; Rage Fuel BREATH: Body Armor; Mighty Stomp “This is why I detest members of the giant race. You people are nothing but fools.” There was a healthy mix of male and female in this group, for the speaker was yet another woman. This woman had very pale skin. Her skin was so pale one would have thought that she was on her last breath. She wore a long robe that covered her entire frame. She was very skinny, and her eyes looked dead. Yet even in such a state she was still beautiful. For she had facial features akin to that of a goddess of beauty. And her nonchalance was like a

0. It was a version of Elara. But she was ten feet tall, her body made of the same charcoal suit material as the Mother, and her eyes were the cold, dead violet of a Hard-Wired God. "I am the Success-State," the Giant-Elara said, her voice a thunderous version of Elara’s own. "I am the version of you that chose the 'Mother.' I am the Alpha who accepted the Contract." The Giant-Alpha raised a hockey stick made of Pure-Diamond-Code.

The red aura instantly hardened and formed a perfect reddish transparent sphere around the seven-meter-tall giant, like an energy shield. The huffing Ley who was trying to catch his eyes after the blunt attack froze for a moment, dumbfounded by the transformation that he witnessed. From a lanky suave-looking middle-aged man, who would have thought the other party would turn into an ugly giant? It was truly a face that could give years of nightmares to children. “It’s a kapre, a giant tree demon.” Ley’s expression darkened once more.

I asked. "I'm sorry, there is only one, and there is no other way for you to survive there. And the way is to stop the person who holds that power, " said the king. And Hell Illusion Eyes is the most powerful power in the world of magic; only a legendary goddess can wield it, and no previous legendary goddess has ever wielded it. Only Sophie has this kind of enormous power, " said the king. "Sophie's power is called infinite power, or, in other words, eternal power, and Sophie is the first creature to have such power, " the king added.