Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

Covered in snow all year long, the land of ice and snow gave off a bleak and desolate atmosphere, as the fridge icicles precariously jutting out from the sparse, frozen vegetation repelled the intrusion of uninvited visitors. Right at this moment, in the center of the icy mountains, a grey plane descended from the sky. As the plane drew close to the mountain peaks, a burst of powerful energy surged out. The brilliant flares of bright light enveloped the plane, and within the blink of an eye, the grey plane disappeared into thin air. Yusria watched in great fascination as the flare of light shot forth and shrouded the plane. "Dimensional Teleportation Magic..." That's right. The Eastern Cresc

Victoria and Alexander, enraptured by the astral visions, felt their consciousness expanding to embrace the vastness of the cosmos. The Astral Oracle guided them through astral gateways that led to realms where celestial energies manifested in myriad forms. They traversed astral landscapes adorned with luminescent flora and ethereal fauna, each resonating with the harmonious frequencies that permeated the astral nexus. Victoria and Alexander, now attuned to the celestial symphony, felt the luminescent threads of their united souls weaving into the intricate patterns of the astral realms.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“Can you show me?” “I need some water. It seems to happen when I am around liquids.” We scan the area for a ditch that could hold a small puddle, but there is nothing. “There was once a small pond a few miles to the east of here. Jasper and I found it years ago, when we went on a wolf run one night. It may not be there anymore, and it is out of our way, but...” “Let’s go,” Ora interrupts me. It will add an extra hour to our run. But I need to support Ora with whatever she is going through. Especially if it is magical. I have no knowledge of that area.

I started having a vision of something that made absolutely no sense at all. I am in a castle, but it's not ours. I see Aidinth and a king exchanging greetings, and his queen walks up to me and smiles. She tells me thank you, for something, then we walk into a sitting room. We are just making small talk, when her son comes in the sitting room. He sits next to me, although there are other places to sit. I feel very uncomfortable when he puts his arm on the back of the couch, behind me. His mother introduces me to him, and I just nod at him. I turn my back to him, so that he can see I'm not interested. I also try to turn my head to the wall behind us, so that he can see my mark. He's not getti

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."

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.

’ 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.

She had read of the serpent crest in the oldest, darkest chapters of the Goodnovel historical archives. "The Blood-Iron Dominion," Aurelia breathed, her face turning pale. "They are an empire of Sanguine-Mages and vampiric shifters from the distant eastern archipelagos. They thrive on consuming the mana of other living creatures. They have not crossed the Jade Sea in over two thousand years." "They felt the pulse of the Glacial Throne," Lyra realized instantly, her solar core igniting with a fierce, protective heat that instantly withered a nearby patch of overgrown vines. "They felt the mana bloom. They haven't come to trade, Marcus. They have come to feed."

The private island villa shimmered under the Caribbean sun like a forbidden paradise. White marble columns stretched toward the cloudless sky, and the infinity pool spilled endlessly into the turquoise ocean. Elena Voss adjusted the thin strap of her white bikini top, her full breasts straining against the delicate fabric as she lounged on the oversized daybed. At twenty-nine, she was the perfect trophy wife—elegant, sensual, and utterly bored.