Oriental Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Each of them broad-shouldered, their tall frames is sculpted into perfection. “This is Gloria” Sarah said to them. They introduced themselves to me. “Where is Jackson?” Sarah asked. “I am right here” a male figure said from behind as he walked majestically towards us. His slim waist tapering into long, legs that moves with the poised elegance of an apex predator. His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god.

And Dante… Dante would never truly be his. By 6:00PM, he thought he might lose it. The pheromones pouring off him were thick enough to choke the air. The scent was sharp, heavy, primal. If an Omega walked in, they’d collapse into heat on the spot. If an Alpha entered, they’d snap into rut so violent they might tear him apart just to find release. That was how raw, how overwhelming, his body was becoming.

“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

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.

The wounds and horrors caused won't be erased by my simple apology but this was a needed step as well. I looked dubiously outside of my carriage. Unlike the usual attire in the Western Kingdom, my gown isn't that thick and lined with multiple layers of fabric. Instead, it was silky and soft. Light but not too thin to allow the cold. I heard that the Eastern Empire was comparable to the rise of valleys. It presents and greets the sun whenever it rises and sleeps. There was the usual magic barrier as I had read but nothing like the Western Kingdom. The barrier wasn't primarily for weather control but served as an additional line of defense against what they referred to as the nine-tailed fox s

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

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

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).

Two days before her 18th birthday, a solar eclipse occurred and according to the elders of the wizarding council, either it was a good omen and the world would continue to develop and flourish, or great changes would occur and unfortunately they would bring no good. That day she was at school when the solar eclipse occurred and everyone was allowed to go and watch it as long as they wore special glasses to protect their eyes. And as the eclipse was happening, the boy next to her, who was a real pain in the ass, took her glasses off and she felt her mother's seal break and she had then the most fragmented, apocalyptic visions she had ever had. She saw battle scenes, dragons, phoenixes, giant

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.