Nick Kurtz Fantasy Novels & Stories

They must attend their first raid in order to receive a rank. Knights participate in raids but are not Hunters, they are very capable being able to take on one of two of the human-sized creatures. We pay them large sums of money, the workers are paid just as well for creature harvesting, camp set-up, food preparations and any clean-up. None of the participants of the raid are women.

I order. Kira nods, although the look on her face tells me that will be torturous. Good. I’m here to torture her, after all. Her moans when I yank the bra down and ravish her nipples tell me torture is the last thing she’s feeling. She is enjoying this as much as I am, squirming in the couch with each stroke of my tongue. I bite down on the tender flesh of her boob, earning an unrestrained moan. "Is this one of your fantasies?" I ask.

My body would falter before him. I led the way to Fenrik’s chambers. I stood at the door for minutes, wondering what was happening to me. The energy pulsing was shocking. It connected me, commanded me. It was elevating. Powerful. I pushed the door open without even realising I had failed to knock. I was shocked to see what was before me. He sat naked on the floor, inside a circle drawn like some kind of rune. What amazed me most was that light shone around his body like an invisible map, lighting up the drawings on the floor.

However, Herwig understood the situation, especially with his many years of experience and the fresh bond of loyalty to Henry. He immediately said, "Kurt, what are you waiting for? Kneel!" Kurt hesitated momentarily but quickly grasped the reality—the Heatless Clan was under Henry's control. Furthermore, the opportunity to reach the Earthly Immortal, a dream he had long pursued, was within his grasp. Without further delay, Kurt knelt and said, "Master Murray, if you can help my brother and me, we'll follow your every command from this day forward. We'll serve you without question!"

His hand gripped the handle of his bike but his eyes never left hers, "You could have written about anyone, but you wrote about me," "Cuz you're popular and everything. I thought we already talked about this," She mumbled the last part. "I told you I ain't letting you off the hook that easily, McIntyre, so now you have another two options," "Kaelen-" He grinned, "You keep pretending it's all fiction, or...," He stepped closer till she had to look up to see his face, his tall figure now looming over her. She could now feel the heat of him, and his voice was a smooth rasp, "I make those fantasies come true. Every naughty, crazy thing you dreamt of, you wrote down. I could really have you under

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, and his dark eyes locked intensely onto my face while I picked up a silver fork and knife to cut my pancakes. "You were incredibly bold last night when you stood outside your bedroom door, Heidi, and you completely caught me off guard when you pulled my shirt," Kurt spoke in a very low, deeply sensual tone that made my stomach flutter nervously. "However, you should know that playing games with a very hungry wolf is an extremely dangerous activity, because I will not always let you run away and hide behind a locked piece of wood." Chewing a small bite of the sweet pancake, my jaw moved slowly while I processed his dark warning. I swallowed t

I shrugged, sliding into the car. “Was Bastet not letting you watch the movie?” Kurt feigned innocence with that goofy smile on his face. I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Well, she’s part of it. She did keep distracting me from the movie, suggesting I test my strength to rip that middle armrest out.” I sighed. “Our wolves are definitely mates because Godric was thinking the same thing.” Kurt winked. I laughed. This man is just too adorable. I wish I knew his secret to always being so happy. I know what his life has been like, yet he’s always smiling.

Kurt didn’t wait to hear more as he shifted and rushed back toward the castle. We couldn’t know that somewhere in the city, Isis was in anguish over the death of someone dear. We didn’t find out what happened until returning to the castle. Khalid saw his sister in tears and instantly hugged her trying to comfort her as Kurt had to explain how Nigel bravely died to protect her, taking that worthless bastard Wade with him. Nigel was a good man, and while he didn’t deserve to die, he went out the noblest way a wolf could. He went out protecting a Luna and killing a traitor.

I teased, walking over to sit on my uncle’s desk. Doing my best to act as casual and normal as possible. Alexander and Zio Damon weren’t buying it. They were both giving me a concerned look. “Hey, André. Thanks for bringing Isis back.” Kurt smiled with his arm around his mate. That goofy lovesick smile on his face and in his eyes. Goddess, I want my mate to look at me like that. I want my mate’s arm around me. Instead, he’s standing stiffly across the room next to Isis.