Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

Chase said. "In fact, the layers of these worlds seem to borrow heavily from Earth. Take the first level, for example. The jackal-men and rabbit-girls seemed strange to you, right? And then the second level's kingdoms and dark wizards, those might seem weird at first glance too. "But if you've ever read or heard of Western-style fantasy novels, you'd know these worlds fall short of true fantasy. In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions.

My breath catches, a knot of fear and anticipation tightening in my throat as another footstep follows, there are others approaching but only those soft footsteps hit a chord within me. Suddenly, a scent unlike any other fills the air, rich and intoxicating. Different yet familiar. My nostrils flare, my eyes blazing molten gold, and a surge of raw, uncontained power floods through me, radiating off me in waves of fire that lick at the space around me. My people stagger back, their faces a mix of awe and fear, gasping as they pull away from the intense current of my aura. My heart thunders, like the drums of war. Mate.

He came to realize how desperate he was to save trivia 's life, yet still, his very own life in the hands of a woman who betrayed him years ago was the best choice he could make. “Good enough..you but not solid, you will not become a slave to me? When exactly did you slave away? When you see me, that's all you see? Wicked magic and sorcery! Witches flying over on broomsticks and yanking out propels souls to eat? Having people's fingers for dinner just to maintain our beauty because we mainly look like ogres?” Faedra asked her gaze stone cold while she filled in her complaints; she still couldn't believe that all he saw was her as nothing other than an evolving monster.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

“TAKE it easy. He won’t bite.” Winzi reassured Eleand after she was satisfied making fun of him. This witch was lying! The beast ran fast, going to their spot, and Eleand was ready to shoot. But it suddenly transformed into a male fae. Just like everyone, his appearance would make those human male magazine models envious. His pointed ears and tanned skin were impeccable. There was a triangle mark on his forehead. His long red hair smoothly flowed, and his vibrant green eyes somehow looked friendly.

I just needed time to process everything. Once I reached my room, I locked my door carefully, walking to my bed like a zombie. I felt numb and weak all over. The head maid was right — he might be cursed. "Why." I screamed out loud, collapsing on the bed. Why do I only attract men that are not normal? The only thing I craved was to just live a life like every other she-wolf, even though I am an Omega. Am I cursed by fate itself, or has the moon goddess refused me happiness?

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”