Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“See what is written for you.” Cautiously, we stepped closer, drawn to the cauldron as if something unseen tugged at us. Steam curled upward, twisting like smoke caught in a storm, and the Oracle waved her hands again. The surface of the bubbling liquid shimmered, then rippled, and an image emerged. An orange sky burned overhead, a crimson moon hanging low, casting everything in a sickly glow. Flames licked the edges of the horizon, consuming everything in sight. In the heart of the inferno, two figures faced each other—one cloaked in darkness, the other bathed in a radiant light. When they collided, the cauldron trembled, and smoke billowed, the shapes dissolving into nothingness, leaving a

POV DARLENE The Eastern Continent was no longer a geometric prison of silver and marble, but it was not yet free. As the silver rain of the Oracle’s sacrifice washed the copper scent of blood from the air, the land revealed itself as a skeletal landscape of hollowed-out villages and silent, tiered mountains. The "Eternal Noon" hung on the horizon, a golden gate that promised a future without shadows, but the ground we walked on was still thick with the ghosts of the Eleventh Cycle.

She was wondering what they meant. His hand lifted. Stopped halfway between them. Hesitating. The same strange hesitation she felt. Like the world itself was holding its breath. Then his fingertips brushed hers. Only for an instant. Barely a touch. Yet power erupted through the dream. Red, silver and gold, light and flame - all of it surround them. Dragon flame and moonlight, and something else. More eternal. All of it were exploding outward at once. Like it reached it's highest point and couldn't hold on.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Her smile broadened. The second looked more like a dog than a bat, except for the nose, hand, and legs of course. His face resembled a dog face but totally boned and cracked. His ears looked like that on an elf and the rest of his physique is similar to that of the first. Fangs, long and sharp nails, wrinkling and rotten flesh... Sabrina recognized him to be the defendant of the empire, the warrior witch. The penanggal breed of east Asia.

The tree blow in the breeze Birds chirp as crickets sing Chipmunks scurry through the trees The wolf howls to the moon The last thing you hear before your doom Chapter 4: Into the Woods The other side of the portal opened in a dense forest next to an old cottage. Astra and Angelica exited popped out the portal from the house. Astra took in a deep breath and sighed, “It’s good to be home.” “You lived here?” Angelica made a face as Astra gave her a sideways look. “This place is… nice.”

She nods, and I follow her lead, shifting to let my beast take over once again. “No way to go but out,” Irrita said, taking hold of the handle on one of the doors and pulling it towards her. Another woman, a fairy from the east, comes forward and opens the other door and we push forward to take our first glimpse of freedom. Only that’s not what we see.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”