Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I told you we would be watching. You thought you could hide in the dark like a frightened child? We are the East. We are the masters of the spectrum. We own the light, and we found your frequency the moment you stepped out of your hole. You have only made it easier for us by bringing your entire Council into our reach.” Thorne and the warriors were already forming a tight perimeter, their obsidian blades glowing with a cold light as they met the first wave of jade guards. The battle was instantaneous and brutal: a clash of silver and emerald in a land that had forgotten what life looked like. The air was filled with the sound of steel on stone and the rhythmic chanting of the Eastern Weaver

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

’ Tony was attuned to her desires. They passed under a horseshoe-shaped Moorish arch, guarded on each side by two enormous statues of voluptuous naked slave girls. The ambience of this retreat from reality was Oriental. Persian rugs were strewn on the floor, the fireplace decorated with Islamic tiles, and a narghile with a snakelike tube protruding from its squat brass side stood on an inlaid Damascus table. Subdued light glowed from Art Nouveau lamps with Tiffany shades, each moulded in sensuous flowing lines representing water, trailing vines or womens’ tresses. The pungent, sickly sweet odour of joss-sticks played on Karen’s already quivering senses.

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

I nearly choked on the drink I had just sipped. I grabbed “Ora has an elemental power?” I looked at Edgar. “That’s rare, super rare. I have only ever met one other person with such a power.” I laugh, then the reality comes to light. Millicent wanted Ora because she is my daughter. “If Millicent drains Ora of her elemental power, she will get what she always wanted. To be the most powerful witch on the planet.”

A sign that soon the bridal ritual will be carried out. Leon closed the book he was reading, then walked over to the bed where Felen was sleeping like a princess waiting for the prince to come and kiss her to release the eternal curse. Several butterflies flying low around Felen as well as a baby dragon that fell asleep with its body clinging to the girl, as if protecting Felen from all the dangers that came, further strengthened the impression of a fairy tale like in a story book. Even though the country that Felen was living in now was actually a place in the middle of nowhere where the living things that lived there were terrible and cruel.

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

beautiful, glossy, excitingly sensual. 'You think I'm...exotic?' The husky lilt suggested that Jasmine's mind had only just caught on to that word and didn't know how to process it. 'Uh-huh...a rare, exquisite creature with glorious hair and golden eyes.' He stepped around to face her, smiling over the truths he'd just spoken. He lifted her hair up on either side of her face, then let it slide through his fingers to float around her like a living fan. 'Perhaps you don't know how rare you are, Jasmine, but I do. I do,' he repeated as desire surged again at the soft, hazy wonderment in her eyes...such asensuous look, fringed by the long thick lashes that brushed his face when they kissed.

Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!